iam bene spondebant tunc omina, quod nihil illos laeserat abiegni venter apertus equi, cum pater in nati trepidus cervice pependit, et veritast umeros urere flamma pios.
Even then the omens boded well, for the opened belly of the Wooden Horse had done those gods no harm when the trembling father hung on his sons neck and the flames feared to burn those dutiful shoulders.
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