shouts from his band: “Halt, gallants; tell your errand,
who you are thus armed, and whither you are going.”
They venture no reply, but hasten the faster to the woods,
and make the night their friend. The horsemen bar each
well-known passage right and left and set a guard on every
outlet. The wood was shagged with thickets and dark
ilex boughs; impenetrable briars filled it on every side; 5
through the concealed tracks just gleamed a narrow path.
Euryalus is hampered by the darkness of the branches,
and the encumbrance of his booty, and fear makes him miss