Thestorides; mox igne genas et sanguine torquens nec socios nec castra videt, sed caecus et absens nunc superum magnos deprendit in aethere coetus, nunc sagas affatur aves, nunc dura Sororum licia, turiferas modo consulit anxius aras flammarumque apicem rapit et caligine sacra pascitur.
Presently he rolls fiery bloodshot eyes, nor sees comrades and camp, he is sightless and somewhere else. Now he catches unawares  the great gatherings of the High Ones in heaven, now talks to prescient birds, now anxiously consults the harsh threads of the Sisters, now incense-bearing altars, snatching the tip of flames and feeding on sacred murk.
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