classica iamque sonant, it bello tessera signum; hic galeam tectis trepidus rapit, ille trementis ad iuga cogit equos, clipeumque auroque trilicem loricam induitur fidoque accingitur ense.
And now the clarion sounds; the password goes forth, the sign for war. One in wild haste snatches a helmet from his home; another harnesses his quivering steeds to the yoke, dons his shield and coat of mail, triple-linked with gold, and girds on his trusty sword.