sic fatus galeam exuit atque rigentis invadit nati tremebundis colla lacertis, attonitoque timens verbis sanare pudorem vulneris impressi et telum excusare laborat: quis testis nostris, quis conscius affuit actis? non nox errorem nigranti condidit umbra? cur trepidas? da, nate, magis, da iungere pectus.
Thus he spoke and, doffing his helmet, embraced his son, who stood motionless in horror, with trembling arms. Fearing for his terror-stricken son, he strove by his words to heal the shame felt for the wound inflicted, and to make excuses for the stroke: None was present to see what we have done, none was privy to it. Was not the mistake concealed by the darkness of night? Why tremble so? Rather suffer me to embrace you, my son.
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