§12.318Has inter voces, media inter talia verba §12.319ecce viro stridens alis adlapsa sagitta est §12.320incertum qua pulsa manu, quo turbine adacta, §12.321quis tantam Rutulis laudem, casusne deusne, §12.322adtulerit: pressa est insignis gloria facti. §12.323nec sese Aeneae iactavit vulnere quisquam.
Amidst these voices, in the middle of such words, behold, a whirring arrow glided on wings to the man, uncertain by what hand shot, by what force driven, who brought such great praise to the Rutulians, whether chance or a god: the outstanding glory of the deed was concealed, nor did anyone boast of the wounding of Aeneas.
§12.324Turnus ut Aenean cedentem ex agmine vidit §12.325turbatosque duces, subita spe fervidus ardet: §12.326poscit equos atque arma simul saltuque superbus §12.327emicat in currum et manibus molitur habenas.
Turnus, as he saw Aeneas withdrawing from the ranks and the leaders in confusion, burns, hot with sudden hope: he demands his horses and weapons at once, and proud with a leap springs onto his chariot and manages the reins with his hands.
§12.328Multa virum volitans dat fortia corpora Leto, §12.329semineces volvit multos aut agmina curru §12.330proterit aut raptas fugientibus ingerit hastas.
Flying about, he gives many brave bodies of men to Death, rolls many half-dead, or with his chariot treads down the ranks, or hurls snatched spears at those fleeing.
§12.331Qualis apud gelidi cum flumina concitus Hebri §12.332sanguineus Mavors clipeo increpat atque furentis §12.333bella movens immittit equos; illi aequore aperto §12.334ante Notos Zephyrumque volant; gemit ultima pulsu §12.335Thraca pedum; circumque atrae Formidinis ora §12.336Iraeque Insidiaeque, dei comitatus, aguntur: §12.337talis equos alacer media inter proelia Turnus §12.338fumantis sudore quatit, miserabile caesis §12.339hostibus insultans; spargit rapida ungula rores §12.340sanguineos, mixtaque cruor calcatur harena.
Just as when by the streams of cold Hebrus, stirred up, blood-stained Mavors clashes with his shield and, stirring up wars, lets loose his raging horses; they fly over the open plain swifter than the South winds and the West wind; the furthest Thrace groans with the beat of their feet; and around them the faces of black Dread, and Wraths and Treacheries, the company of the god, are driven: such in the midst of battles does eager Turnus shake his horses steaming with sweat, leaping over the wretchedly slain enemies; the rapid hoof scatters bloody dew, and gore is trampled, mixed with the sand.
§12.341Iamque neci Sthenelumque dedit Thamyrumque Pholumque, §12.342hunc congressus et hunc, illum eminus; eminus ambo §12.343Imbrasidas, Glaucum atque Laden, quos Imbrasus ipse §12.344nutrierat Lycia paribusque ornaverat armis, §12.345vel conferre manum vel equo praevertere ventos.
And now he has given to death both Sthenelus and Thamyris and Pholus, the former two in close encounter, the latter from afar; from afar both the sons of Imbrasus, Glaucus and Lades, whom Imbrasus himself had nurtured in Lycia and adorned with equal weapons, either to engage hand-to-hand or to outstrip the winds on horseback.
§12.346Parte alia media Eumedes in proelia fertur, §12.347antiqui proles bello praeclara Dolonis, §12.348nomine avum referens, animo manibusque parentem, §12.349qui quondam, castra ut Danaum speculator adiret, §12.350ausus Pelidae pretium sibi poscere currus; §12.351illum Tydides alio pro talibus ausis §12.352adfecit pretio, nec equis adspirat Achillis.
In another part Eumedes is borne into the midst of battles, the offspring illustrious in war of ancient Dolon, recalling his grandfather in name, his father in spirit and hands, who once, that he might approach the camp of the Danaans as a spy, dared to demand for himself the chariot of the son of Peleus as a reward; him the son of Tydeus repaid with another reward for such daring, nor does he aspire to the horses of Achilles.
§12.353Hunc procul ut campo Turnus prospexit aperto, §12.354ante levi iaculo longum per inane secutus §12.355sistit equos biiugis et curru desilit atque §12.356semianimi lapsoque supervenit et pede collo §12.357impresso dextrae mucronem extorquet et alto §12.358fulgentem tinguit iugulo atque haec insuper addit: §12.359En agros et quam bello, Troiane, petisti, §12.360Hesperiam metire iacens: haec praemia qui me §12.361ferro ausi temptare ferunt, sic moenia condunt. §12.362Huic comitem Asbyten coniecta cuspide mittit. §12.363Chloreaque Sybarimque Daretaque Thersilochumque §12.364et sternacis equi lapsum cervice Thymoeten.
As Turnus descried him from afar in the open field, having first pursued him with a light javelin through the long void, he stops his twin-yoked horses and leaps down from the chariot, and comes upon him half-dead and fallen, and pressing his foot on his neck, wrests the blade from his right hand, and deep in his throat dyes it gleaming, and adds these words besides: "Lo, Trojan, lie there and measure the fields and Hesperia which you sought in war: these rewards they bear who dare to tempt me with the sword; thus they build walls." To him he sends Asbytes as a companion, a spear being hurled, and Chloreus and Sybaris and Dares and Thersilochus, and Thymoetes fallen from the neck of his throwing horse.
§12.365Ac velut Edoni Boreae cum spiritus alto §12.366insonat Aegaeo sequiturque ad litora fluctus, §12.367qua venti incubuere, fugam dant nubila caelo: §12.368sic Turno, quacumque viam secat, agmina cedunt §12.369conversaeque ruunt acies; fert impetus ipsum, §12.370et cristam adverso curru quatit aura volantem.
And just as when the breath of Edonian Boreas resounds on the deep Aegean and pursues the wave to the shores, where the winds have fallen upon it, the clouds take flight from the sky: so to Turnus, wherever he cuts his path, the ranks give way and the turned battle-lines rush; his own impulse carries him, and the breeze shakes his flying crest as his chariot faces them.
§12.371Non tulit instantem Phegeus animisque frementem: §12.372obiecit sese ad currum et spumantia frenis §12.373ora citatorum dextra detorsit equorum.
Phegeus did not endure him pressing on and raging with spirit: he threw himself before the chariot and with his right hand turned away the foaming mouths of the swift horses from the reins.
§12.374Dum trahitur pendetque iugis, hunc lata retectum §12.375lancea consequitur rumpitque infixa bilicem §12.376loricam et summum degustat volnere corpus.
While he is dragged and hangs from the yokes, a broad spear follows him uncovered, and fixed in him breaks his double-woven corslet, and tastes the surface of his body with a wound.
§12.377Ille tamen clipeo obiecto conversus in hostem §12.378ibat et auxilium ducto mucrone petebat: §12.379cum rota praecipitem et procursu concitus axis §12.380impulit effunditque solo, Turnusque secutus §12.381imam inter galeam summi thoracis et oras §12.382abstulit ense caput truncumque reliquit harenae.
He, however, with his shield opposed, turned toward the enemy and was going, and was seeking help with drawn blade: when the wheel and the axle, stirred up by the forward course, pushed him headlong and cast him on the ground, and Turnus following between the bottom of the helmet and the edge of the top of the breastplate took off his head with his sword, and left the trunk to the sand.
§12.383Atque ea dum campis victor dat funera Turnus, §12.384interea Aenean Mnestheus et fidus Achates §12.385Ascaniusque comes castris statuere cruentum, §12.386alternos longa nitentem cuspide gressus.
And while Turnus the victor deals these deaths on the plain, meanwhile Mnestheus and faithful Achates and companion Ascanius set down bleeding Aeneas in the camp, supporting his alternate steps with a long spear.
§12.387Saevit et infracta luctatur arundine telum §12.388eripere auxilioque viam, quae proxima, poscit §12.389ense secent lato vulnus telique latebram §12.390rescindant penitus seseque in bella remittant.
He rages, and struggles to pluck out the weapon, its shaft broken, and demands the nearest way of help, that they should cut the wound with a broad sword, and lay open the hiding place of the weapon deep within, and send him back into the battles.
§12.391Iamque aderat Phoebo ante alios dilectus Iapyx §12.392Iasides, acri quondam cui captus amore §12.393ipse suas artes, sua munera, laetus Apollo §12.394augurium citharamque dabat celerisque sagittas.
And now was present Iapyx, loved of Phoebus before others, the son of Iasus, for whom once, seized by sharp love, Apollo himself, rejoicing, offered his own arts, his own gifts: augury, the lyre, and swift arrows.
§12.395Ille ut depositi proferret fata parentis, §12.396scire potestates herbarum usumque medendi §12.397maluit et mutas agitare inglorius artes.
He, that he might defer the fate of his dying parent, preferred to know the powers of herbs and the practice of healing, and to practice, inglorious, the silent arts.