896Meanwhile the cruellest news fills Turnus in the woods, and Acca brings the young man word of the huge uproar: the battle-lines of the Volsci destroyed, Camilla fallen, the enemy bearing down in hostility and, with Mars on their side, sweeping all before them, the panic now carried to the walls. 901He, raging (for so the cruel will of Jupiter demands), abandons the hills he had beset and leaves the rough woods. 903He had barely gone out of sight and was reaching the plain, when father Aeneas, entering the open glades, both crosses the ridge and comes out of the dark wood. 906So both are swept swiftly to the walls with their whole columns, and are not many paces apart; 908and at once Aeneas caught sight far off of the plains smoking with dust and saw the Laurentine columns, and Turnus recognised fierce Aeneas in arms and heard the tramp of feet and the snorting of horses.
912And at once they would enter the fight and try the battle, did not rosy Phoebus now bathe his weary horses in the Iberian flood and bring back night as day slips away: they encamp before the city and fortify the walls.