drives over the plain, stands over him fallen, sacrifices
the victim, and whelms him in a mighty shade; the arms
are stripped and carried off on Serestus’ shoulders, a trophy
to thee, royal Gradivus. The ranks are rallied by Cæculus, 15
scion of Vulcan’s stock, and Umbro, who comes from the
Volscian hills. The Dardan chief puts forth his rage
against them. Already had he mowed down with his
sword Anxur’s left hand and the whole orb of the shield
he bore—that foe, I ween, had uttered a haughty boast, 20
and deemed that his hand would second his tongue, and