and sacrificial gore. But he forgot not Euryalus—forgot
not his love—no! he threw himself in Salius’ way, rising
in that slippery place—and Salius lay there too, flung
on the puddled floor. Forth darts Euryalus, and gains 35
the first place, a winner, thanks to his friend, cheered in
his flight by plaudit and shouting. Next comes in Helymus
and Diores, thus made the third prize. But now
Salius is heard, deafening with his clamour the whole
company in the ring and the seniors in the first rank, and
insisting that the prize, which he had lost by a trick, be