511But the cruel goddess, having seized from her watch-tower the moment to do harm, makes for the steep roof of the farm and from its highest top sounds the shepherds' signal, and on the curved horn strains her Tartarean voice, at which at once the whole grove trembled and the deep woods echoed; 516the lake of Trivia heard it far off, the river Nar heard it, white with sulphurous water, and the springs of Velinus, and trembling mothers pressed their children to their breasts. 519Then indeed, swiftly, towards the sound where the dread trumpet gave the signal, the untamed farmers, seizing their weapons, run together from every side; 521and the Trojan youth too pour out from the open camp to help Ascanius.
523They drew up their lines. 523No longer is it a rustic contest with hard clubs or fire-hardened stakes, but they fight it out with two-edged steel, and far and wide a dark crop of drawn swords bristles, and bronze flashes, struck by the sun, and throws its light up beneath the clouds: as when a wave begins to whiten in the first wind, little by little the sea rises and lifts its waves higher, then surges up from its lowest depths to the sky. 531Here, before the front line, a young man is laid low by a whistling arrow, Almo, who had been the eldest of the sons of Tyrrhus; 533for the wound stuck beneath his throat and closed with blood the path of his moist voice and his slender life.
535Around him lie many bodies of men, and old Galaesus, while he offers himself in the midst for peace, who was the most just of men and once the richest in the Ausonian fields: five flocks of bleating sheep he had, five herds came home, and he turned the earth with a hundred ploughs.