slaughtering the guards who watched the citadel’s
height, thenceforth there was an ebb and a backsliding in
the Danaan hopes, their forces shattered, the goddess estranged.
Nor were the portents dubious that betokened
Tritonia’s change of mood. Scarce was the image lodged 20
in the camp, when flashing fire glowed in her uplifted eyes,
and salt sweat trickled over her frame, and thrice of herself
she leaped from the ground, marvellous to relate, shield
and quivering lance and all. Forthwith Calchas sounds
the note for flight over the perilous deep, for that Pergamus 25