ipse bis Oebalio saturatam murice pallam lucentesque auro tunicas (hoc neverat unum mater opus) tenui collectus in ilia vinclo, cornipedis laevo clipeum demiserat armo ense gravis nimio: tereti iuvat aurea morsu fibula pendentis circum latera aspera cinctus, vaginaeque sonum tremulumque audire pharetrae murmur et a cono missas in terga catenas; interdum cristas hilaris iactare comantes et pictum gemmis galeae iubar.
He himself wore a cloak twice steeped in Oebalian dye and a tunic lucent with gold (the only garment his mother had woven), gathered to his loins with a slender band. He had let drop his shield on the horses left shoulder, but his sword, too large, weighed heavy. A golden broach with polished clasp rejoices him, for the belt that hangs about his rugged flanks. He likes to hear the sound of the scabbard and the rattle of the quiver and the chains that fall from his crest onto his back, and sometimes give a merry toss of his hairy plume, and the flash of coloured gems upon his helmet.
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