And round Camilla ride her elite companions, Tulla, young Larina, Tarpeia brandishing high her brazen axe— daughters of Italy, all, she chose to be her glory, godlike Camilla’s aides in peace and war and wild as Thracian Amazons galloping, pounding along the Thermodon’s banks, fighting in burnished gear around Hippolyte, or when Penthesilea born of Mars 780 comes sweeping home in her car, an army of women lifts their rolling, shrilling cries in welcome, exulting with half-moon shields.
