794Phoebus heard and granted in his mind that part of the vow should succeed, and part he scattered to the flying winds: that he should lay low Camilla, thrown into confusion by sudden death, he granted to his prayer; 797that his high fatherland should see him return, he did not grant, and the storms turned his words into the South Winds. 799So when the spear, sent from his hand, sounded through the air, all the Volsci turned their keen minds and brought their eyes to bear on the queen. 801She herself was aware of nothing, neither the air nor the sound nor the weapon coming from the sky, until the spear, carried home beneath her bared breast, stuck fast, and driven deep drank her maiden blood.
805Her companions run up in alarm and catch their falling mistress. 806Arruns flees before all the rest, terrified, with joy mingled with fear, and no longer dares to trust his spear or to face the maiden's weapons. 809And as a wolf, before hostile weapons can pursue him, at once hides himself off the paths in the high mountains, having killed a shepherd or a great bullock, conscious of his daring deed, and drawing in his quivering tail he has tucked it under his belly and made for the woods: just so Arruns in confusion took himself out of sight and, content with flight, mingled in the midst of the armed men.
816She, dying, pulls at the weapon with her hand, but between the bones at the ribs the iron point stands in the deep wound: she sinks down bloodless, her eyes sink, cold in death, and the once rosy colour has left her face. 820Then, breathing her last, she thus addresses Acca, one of her companions of her own age, loyal beyond the others, who alone shared Camilla's cares; 822and she speaks thus: 'Thus far, sister Acca, I have been able: now the bitter wound overcomes me, and all around grows black with darkness. 825Escape, and carry these last commands to Turnus: let him take my place in the fight and keep the Trojans from the city.
827And now farewell.' 827With these words she was letting go of the reins, slipping to the ground against her will. 828Then, growing cold, little by little she released herself from all her body, and laid down her drooping neck and her head seized by death, her arms leave her, and her life with a groan flies resentful to the shades below. 832Then indeed a boundless shout rises and strikes the golden stars: with Camilla struck down the fight grows fiercer; they charge in a mass, at once the whole force of the Teucrians, the Tyrrhenian leaders and Evander's Arcadian squadrons.