Then there was a second kind of warriors, who were endowed with stout frame and spirit, but with no jot of compassion, and who raged with savage and indiscriminate carnage against the backs as well as the breasts of their foes.

Now of this sort were the men carried away by hot and youthful blood, and striving to grace their first campaign with good auguries of warfare.

They burned as hotly with the glow of youth as with the glow for glory, and thus rushed headlong into right or wrong with equal recklessness.

There was also the third kind, who, wavering betwixt shame and fear, could not go forward for terror, while shame barred retreat.

Of distinguished blood, but only notable for their useless stature, they crowded the ranks with numbers and not with strength, smote the foe more with their shadows than with their arms, and were only counted among the throng of warriors as so many bodies to be seen.