Illum congestae portarum ad limina matres ut solum videre (nefas!), nulla agmina circum magnanimosque duces, nil ausae quaerere tollunt clamorem, qualis bello supremus apertis urbibus, aut pelago iam descendente carina.
When the mothers massed at the threshold of the gate saw him alone (horror!) with no surrounding troop of high-hearted chieftains, they dared not ask a question but raised a cry like the last yell when warring cities are opened up or at sea when a ship goes down.
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