up into the sky and severed the clouds as she flew with the
giant span of her bow. Then indeed, maddened by the
portent, goaded by frenzy, they shriek one and all, and
snatch fire from house and hearth—some strip the altars, 15
and fling on the vessels leaf and bough and brand. The
fire-god revels in full career along bench and oar, and
painted pine-wood stern. The news of the fleet on fire
is carried by Eumelus to Anchises’ tomb, and the seats in
the circus. They look back, and with their own eyes see 20
sparks and smoke in a black flickering cloud. First of all