1That night was joyful for the victors with gladness and plunder: the Britons, wandering about, amid the mingled wailing of men and women, dragged off the wounded, called out to the unhurt, abandoned their homes and even set them on fire in their anger, chose hiding places and at once left them; 1they made some plans together, then broke apart; 1sometimes they were broken by the sight of their dear ones, more often roused. 2And it was well established that some of them had used violence against their wives and children, as if out of pity. 2The next day revealed more widely the face of victory: everywhere a vast silence, the hills deserted, houses smoking in the distance, no one met by the scouts.
3These were sent out in every direction, and when it was established that the tracks of the flight were uncertain and the enemy were not massing anywhere (and with summer now over the war could not be extended), he led his army down into the territory of the Boresti. 4There, having received hostages, he ordered the prefect of the fleet to sail round Britain. 4Forces were given for the purpose, and terror had gone before. 4He himself, marching slowly with the infantry and cavalry, so that the spirits of the new peoples might be terrified by the very slowness of his passage, settled them in winter quarters. 5And at the same time the fleet, with favourable weather and fame, reached the Trucculensian harbour, from which, having coasted all the nearest side of Britain, it had returned.