399Then Pallas pierces Rhoeteus as he flees past in his two-horse chariot. 400This much space and delay was granted to Ilus; 401for at Ilus he had aimed his strong spear from afar, and Rhoeteus intercepts it between them, fleeing from you, noble Teuthras, and your brother Tyres, and rolling from his chariot, half-alive he beats the Rutulian fields with his heels. 405And as in summer, when the winds he longed for have risen, a shepherd sets fires scattered through the woods, and suddenly, as the ground between is caught, a single bristling line of Vulcan stretches across the broad plains; 409he sits as victor and looks down on the triumphant flames: just so all your comrades' courage gathers into one and helps you, Pallas.
411But Halaesus, fierce in war, advances against them and gathers himself behind his arms. 413Here he slaughters Ladon and Pheres and Demodocus; with his flashing sword he lops off the right hand of Strymonius raised against his throat; he strikes the face of Thoas with a stone, and scattered his bones mingled with bloody brain. 417Foretelling the fates, his father had hidden Halaesus in the woods: when the old man relaxed his whitening eyes in death, the Parcae laid hands on him and devoted him to the weapons of Evander. 420Him Pallas attacks, having first prayed thus: 'Grant now, father Tiber, to the steel that I poise for throwing, good fortune and a path through the breast of hard Halaesus.
423Your oak will have these arms and the spoils of the man.' 424The god heard: while Halaesus shielded Imaon, the unlucky man offers his unprotected breast to the Arcadian weapon.