Ecce autem telis Panthus elapsus Achivum, Panthus Othryades, arcis Phoebique sacerdos, sacra manu victosque deos parvumque nepotem ipse trahit cursuque amens ad limina tendit.
But lo! Panthus, escaping from Achaean swords'Panthus, son of Othrys, priest of Phoebus on the citadel'in his own hand bearing the holy things and vanquished gods, and dragging his little grandchild, runs frantic to my doors.