A narrow pathway fares Along the gorge, and on the hill-tops, planned For safety, flat but hidden spreads the land.
Rightward or leftward there is room to bear The shock of arms, or on the ridge to stand, And roll down rocks upon the foe.

'Twas there Young Turnus, screened by woods, lies crouching in his lair.
LXIX.

Meanwhile Latonia in the realms of air Fleet Opis, sister of her sacred train, Addressed in sorrowing accents, "Maiden fair, See how Camilla to the fatal plain Goes forth, in quest of battle.

See, in vain Our arms she wears, the quiver and the bow.
Dearest is she of all that own my reign, Nor new-born is Diana's love, I trow; No fit of fondness this, or fancy known but now LXX.

"When tyrant Metabus his people's hate Drove from Privernum, for his deeds of shame.
His babe he bore, the partner of his fate, Through war and battle, and, her mother's name Casmilla changed, Camilla she became.
To lonely woods and hill-tops fain to fly, Fierce swords and Volscians all around, he came Where Amasenus, with its waves bank-high, Athwart him foamed; so vast a deluge rent the sky.
LXXI.