men is to hope for none.’ These words stirred
their young spirits to madness: then, like ravenous wolves
in night’s dark cloud, driven abroad by the blind rage of
lawless hunger, with their cubs left at home waiting their
return with parched jaws, among javelins, among foemen,
on we go with no uncertain fate before us, keeping our
way through the heart of the town, while night flaps over
us its dark, overshadowing wings. Who could unfold in 5
speech the carnage, the horrors of that night, or make his
tears keep pace with our suffering? It is an ancient city,