Therefore they donned their armour and raised their hands against them.

And with clashing of ashen spears and shields they fell on each other, like the swift rush of fire which falls on dry brushwood and rears its crest; and the din of battle, terrible and furious, fell upon the people of the Doliones.

Nor was the king to escape his fate and return home from battle to his bridal chamber and bed.

But Aeson's son leapt upon him as he turned to face him, and smote him in the middle of the breast, and the bone was shattered round the spear; he rolled forward in the sand and filled up the measure of his fate.

For that no mortal may escape; but on every side a wide snare encompasses us.