Now they are dumbstruck, driven mad by the sign they scream, some seize fire from the inner hearths, 730 some plunder the altars—branches, brushwood, torches, they hurl them all at once and the God of Fire unleashed goes raging over the benches, oarlocks, piney blazoned sterns. The ships are ablaze. The herald Eumelus runs the news to crowds wedged in the theater round Anchises’ tomb— even they can see the black cloud churn with sparks.
