though beneath so firm a penthouse a soldier may well
smile at all that can betide. Ay, and it ceases to avail
them: for where a mighty mass threatens the rampart, the
Teucrians push forward and roll down an enormous
weight, which made wide havoc among the Rutulians, and
burst the joints of their harness. And now the bold
Rutulians care no longer to wage war in the dark, but aim
at driving them from the ramparts with a storm of missiles. 5
In another quarter, terrible to look upon, Mezentius waves
an Etruscan pine and hurls fire and smoke, while Messapus,