ingens clipeo cervice reposta inter equos interque viros interque iacebat capta manu spolia et rorantia caede Maraxes ac dirum, in somno ceu bella capesseret, amens clamorem tum forte dabat dextraque tremente arma toro et notum quaerebat fervidus ensem.
There lay huge Maraxes, his head pillowed on his shield; around him were horses and men and blood-dripping spoils that he had taken in battle; and, as if fighting in dreams, he uttered just then a frantic cry, while his shaking hand felt eagerly for his good sword and the weapons on his bed.
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