spurns the blackened ground in the pangs of death, and
dyes with blood the broken spear. Nor did the chief
deign to strike down Orodes as he fled, or deal from a
spear-throw a wound unseen; full in front he meets him, 35
and engages him as man should man, prevailing not by
guile but by sheer force of steel. Then with foot and
lance planted on the back-flung body: “See, gallants, a
bulwark of the war has fallen in tall Orodes,” and his
comrades shout in unison, taking up the triumphal pæan.
The dying man returns: “Whoever thou art, thy victorious