Ille tamen, modo saxa iugis fugientia ruptis miratus, modo nubigenas e montibus amnes aure pavens passimque insano turbine raptas pastorum pecorumque domos, non segnius amens incertusque viae per nigra silentia vastum haurit iter; pulsat metus undique et undique frater.
Now he wondered at rocks fleeing from ruptured heights, now his ears feared cloud-born rivers coursing from the mountains and the dwellings of shepherds and flocks swept everywhere away in the mad whirl. Distraught and doubtful of his way, no less swiftly did he devour his desolate route through the black silences. Terror strikes from every side, terror and his brother.
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