203No less, in another part, the wretched Latins too built countless pyres, and of the many bodies of men they partly bury some in the earth, and partly lift and carry them away to the neighbouring fields and send them back to the city; the rest, a vast heap of confused slaughter, they burn without count or honour: then on every side the wide fields gleam in rivalry with crowded fires. 210The third day's light had driven the chill shadow from the sky: mourning, they were raking up the deep ash and the bones mingled in the hearths, and loading them with a warm mound of earth. 213But now in the houses, in the city of wealthy Latinus, is the loudest outcry and the greatest share of the long lament.
215Here mothers and wretched daughters-in-law, here the loving hearts of grieving sisters and boys bereft of their parents curse the dreadful war and Turnus' marriage: they bid him decide it himself with arms, himself with the sword, since he claims for himself the kingdom of Italy and the highest honours. 220Fierce Drances adds weight to this and testifies that Turnus alone is called, Turnus alone challenged to combat. 222At the same time, on the other side, many an opinion in varied words speaks for Turnus, and the great name of the queen shelters him; much fame upholds the man with the trophies he has earned.