She met the death she craved; a javelin struck her and she fell close to her husband and son.

Her death struggle was a short one; she had only time and strength to extend a hand to lay on each before she herself was a corpse.
The battle raged round the heap of dead; the Imperial troops drove the garrison backwards into the temple-halls, and the plan of attack which had been agreed upon at a council of war held in the palace of the Comes, was carried out, point by point, with cool courage and irresistible force.

A few maniples pursued the fugitives into the main entrance hall, helped them to force the gates open, and then drove them down the slope and steps, over the stones that had been heaped up for protection, and into the very arms of the division placed in front of the temple.

These at once surrounded them and took them prisoners, as the hunter traps the game that rushes down upon him when driven by the dogs and beaters.

Foremost to fly were the women from the rotunda, who were welcomed with acclamations by the soldiers.
But those who now tried to defend themselves found no quarter.