longus vix tota peregit membra dolor, rapido celer ille volumine telum circumit avulsumque ferens in opaca refugit templa dei; hic magno tellurem pondere mensus implorantem animam dominis assibilat aris.
Scarce has the pain made its long way through all his body, with a rapid jerk he coils around the weapon and tears it up, then flees with it into the gods dark shrine; there measuring the earth with his great bulk he hisses his beseeching life-breath at his masters altar.
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