violence gave warning to the mighty mother to ward off
the firebrand from her consecrated ships. Now in a moment
a strange light flashed on the eyes of all, and a great 15
cloud was seen from the quarter of the dawn-goddess
running athwart the sky, with the choirs of Ida in its
train; then came darting through the air a voice of terror,
thrilling the ranks of Trojan and Rutulian from end to
end: “Busy not yourselves, ye Teucrians, to defend my 20
ships, nor take weapons into your hands: Turnus shall
have leave to burn up the ocean sooner than to consume