Talia dum praebet tristis miracula virtus, diverso interea fugientes saucia turba iactantur casu silvisque per avia caecis ablati furtim multo cum vulnere solos per noctem metantur agros: sonus omnis et aura exterrent pennaque levi commota volucris.
While hideous valour displayed such portentous deeds, the stricken mob of fugitives were harassed meanwhile by a different fate. Covered with wounds, they slunk away along pathless tracks in the dark forests, and traversed the deserted fields all night. They were terrified by every sound, by the breeze, and by the stirring of a bird on its light wings.
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