fama est praecipitem, cum prima in proelia iunctos conscendebat equos, patrio mucrone relicto, dum trepidat, ferrum aurigae rapuisse Metisci; idque diu, dum terga dabant palantia Teucri, suffecit; postquam arma dei ad Volcania ventum est, mortalis mucro glacies ceu futtilis ictu dissiluit, fulva resplendent fragmina harena.
They say that in his headlong haste, when first mounting behind his yoked horses for battle, he left his fathers blade behind and in his haste snatched up the sword of Metiscus his charioteer; and for long that served, while the straggling Teucrians turned their backs; but when it met the god-wrought armour of Vulcan, the mortal blade, like brittle ice, flew asunder at the stroke; the fragments glitter on the yellow sand.