Nox, somni genetrix, mortalia pectora curis purgarat, tenebraeque horrenda silentia alebant: erepit, suspensa ferens vestigia, castris et muta elabi tacito iubet agmina passu.
Night, the mother of sleep, had eased the hearts of men of their troubles, and darkness deepened the dreadful silence of the hour. Hasdrubal crept out of his camp on tiptoe and ordered his army to slip out without speech or noise.
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