jaws of danger. All over the walls passes the shout from
rampart to rampart; they bend their sharp-springing
bows and hurl their lashed javelins—the ground is all
strewn with darts; shields and hollow helms ring with
blow on blow; a savage combat is aroused; fierce as the 10
rain coming from the west at the setting of the showery
kid-stars[268] scourges the earth, plenteous as the hail which
the stormclouds discharge into the sea, when Jove in the
sullenness of southern blasts whirls the watery tempest and
bursts the misty chambers of the sky. 15