prays aloud: “Thou, goddess, be thou present, and befriend
my endeavour, Latona’s daughter, glory of the 30
heavens and guardian of the woods: if ever my father
Hyrtacus brought gift for me to thine altar, if ever my own
hunting swelled the tribute, if ever I hung an offering from
thy dome or fastened it on thy hallowed summit, suffer
me to confound this mass, and guide my weapons through 35
the air.” This said, with an effort of his whole frame he
hurled the steel. The flying spear strikes through the
shades of night, reaches the turned back of Sulmo, there