rapuit gavisa Polyxo fortunam atque iterat: superisne vocantibus ultro desumus? ecce rates! deus hos, deus ultor in iras apportat coeptisque favet.
Delighted, Polyxo seized her luck and once again: The High Ones call us of themselves. Do we fail them? See, the ships! A god, an avenging god, brings them to our wrath and favours the enterprise.
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