have the promised gift made good.
On this Acestes, with grave severity of speech, rebukes
Entellus, just as he chanced to be seated next him on the
verdant grassy couch. “Entellus, once known as the
bravest of heroes, and all for nought, will you brook so 20
calmly that a prize so great be carried off without a blow?
Where are we now to look for that mighty deity your
master, Eryx, vaunted so often and so idly? Where is
that glory which spread all Trinacria through, and those
spoils that hang from your roof?” He replied: “It is 25