stratus humo gelida subter iuga fida rotasque Calpetus Aonios gramen gentile metentes proflatu terrebat equos: madida ora redundant accensusque mero sopor aestuat; ecce iacentis Inachius vates iugulum fodit, expulit ingens vina cruor fractumque perit in sanguine murmur.
Stretched on the chilly ground beneath his trusty team and wheels, Calpetus was alarming his Aonian horses by his heavy breathing as they cropped their native turf. His madid mouth overflows and sleep inflamed with wine tosses and turns. See, the Inachian seer slits his throat as he lies. A great gush of blood expels the wine and a broken cry is lost in the gore.
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