huic fesso, quos dura fuga et nox suaserat atra, carpenti somnos subitus rutilante coruscum vertice fulsit apex, crispamque involvere visa est mitis flamma comam atque hirta se spargere fronte.
The darkness of night and the hardships of retreat had made sleep welcome; and he was sleeping, tired out, when suddenly a ruddy tongue of fire was seen to burn bright on the crown of his head; the harmless flame caught his curling locks and spread over his shaggy brow.
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