scattered flames among the woods, in a moment catching
all that comes between, the Fire-god’s army in one bristling 15
line stretches over the broad plains: he from his seat
beholds the triumphant blaze with a conqueror’s pride:
even so the valour of thy friends musters from all sides on
one point to aid thee, Pallas. But Halesus, that fiery
warrior, moves against their opposing ranks, gathering 20
himself up into his arms. Ladon he massacres, and
Pheres, and Demodocus: Strymonius’ right hand, raised
against his throat, he lops away with his gleaming sword;