brother; but the brother guides the steeds with the rein,
while Lucagus sweeps fiercely round his naked sword. 15
Æneas brooked not the fury of their fiery onset, but
rushed against them, and stood fronting them in his giant
bulk with threatening spear. To him cried Liger: “These
are not Diomede’s steeds you see, nor this Achilles’ chariot,
nor are these the Phrygian plains; your warfare and 20
your life shall end here on Italian ground.” So fly abroad
the random words of frantic Liger. The chief of Troy
seeks not to meet him with words, but hurls his javelin