long as the night, and pushed it into morning. Like a 35
hungry lion making havoc through a teeming fold—for
the madness of famine constrains him—he goes mangling
and dragging along the feeble cattle, dumb with terror,
and gnashing his bloody teeth. Nor less the carnage
of Euryalus: he, too, all on fire, storms along, and slays
on his road a vast and nameless crowd, Fadus and Herbesus,
and Rhœtus and Abaris—unconscious these:
Rhœtus was awake and saw it all, but in his fear he 5
crouched behind a massive bowl; whence, as he rose, the