round of its branches, he sets up on a mound, and arrays
it in gleaming arms, the royal spoils of Mezentius, a trophy
to thee, great Lord of War: thereto he attaches the crest
yet raining blood, the warrior’s weapons notched and
broken, and the hauberk stricken and pierced by twelve 10
several wounds: to the left hand he binds the brazen shield,
and hangs to the neck the ivory-hilted sword. Then he
begins thus to give charge to his triumphant friends, for
the whole company of chiefs had gathered to his side:
“A mighty deed, gallants, is achieved already: dismiss 15