e wrenched out the deadly missile
from his body; even as he withdrew it life deserted his quivering form,
and he fell to the ground. Bestriding the corpse, Turnus cried, "Ye
Arcadians, faithfully report to Evander this message,--I send him back his
Pallas in such a plight as he deserved. Whatever honor is in a tomb,
whatever solace in the performance of funeral rites, I freely grant him.
His league with the Trojan intruder shall cost him dear." So saying, he
pressed his foot on the body, and tore away a massive belt, adorned with
figures richly carved in gold. This spoil Turnus exultingly clasped around
his own body, little dreaming that the time would come when he would wish
that he had never taken it, and that he and Pallas had never met. But now
the lifeless corpse of the youth, stripped of its arms and still bleeding
from the fatal wound inflicted by the Rutulian chief, was laid on a shield
and borne away by his weeping followers. Thus the first day on which he
took a part in war saw also the young hero's death, though not, indeed,
before he had strewn the plain with Rutulian corpses.

Speedily the news of this sad disaster, and of the consequent retreat of
his forces in that part of the field, was borne to AEneas. Rendered furious
by the event, he impetuously mowed with his sword a bloody passage through
the hostile ranks in search of Turnus, on whom he was eager to avenge the
death of his friend. The thought of the bright youth who had thus perished
in his cause, of the hoary father bereaved of all that made life dear to
him, filled his heart with sorrow as he recalled the kindness which both
had shown to him, and the pledges of enduring friendship he had exchanged
with them. Eight Rutulian warriors he struck down, and captured them
alive, destining them as victims to be offered to the shade of Pallas, and
to drench with their blood the flames of the hero's funeral pyre. Next,
AEneas having hurled a javelin at a Latian named Magus, the trembling
wretch evaded the dart by stooping, and as AEneas rushed upon him with
uplifted sword, he clasped his knees, and implored him to spare his life,
proffering a large ransom of silver and gold which lay concealed
underground in his house. Sternly the Trojan chief bade him keep his
treasures for his sons; as for showing mercy, that was forbidden to him
from the moment that Pallas fell by the hand of Turnus. Then grasping the
suppliant's helmet, and forcing back his head so as to