Pallas attacks him, praying first: “Now, Father Tiber, grant the spear I’m about to hurl a lucky path through rugged Halaesus’ chest— 500 I’ll strip him of weapons, hang them on your oak!” The Tiber heard his prayer. As Halaesus guarded Imaon, the hapless fighter left his chest defenseless, bared to the Arcadian lance.
