Ast ubi quaesitas artis de more vetustae intravit mentes superum, sic deinde profatur: Aetolos late consterni milite campos Idaeoque lacus flagrantes sanguine cerno.
But when, following the custom of her ancient art, she had entered into the mind of the gods whom she inquired of, thus she spoke aloud: I see the Aetolian fields covered far and wide with soldiers corpses, and lakes red with Trojan blood.
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