haec effata secat medias inpune cohortes egregio comitata viro; nam proximus Iob haeserat invictae dura inter bella magistrae, fronte severus adhuc et multo funere anhelus, sed iam clausa truci subridens ulcera vultu, perque cicatricum numerum sudata recensens millia pugnarum, sua praemia, dedecus hostis.
So saying, she makes her way unharmed through the midst of the battalions, escorted by a noble man; for Job had clung close to the side of his invincible mistress throughout the hard battle, hitherto grave of look and panting from the slaughter of many a foe, but now with a smile on his stern face as he thought of his healed sores and, by the number of his scars, recounted his thousands of hard-won fights, his own glory and his foes dishonour.
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