A booming roar from the startled lion rose out of the pit and hushed the tumult of the people.

Herod, pointing at his son, shrieked with rage as he bade the soldiers of the cohort to seize and put him in irons.
A score of slaves hastened to the mouth of the pit.

They caught the ropes and quickly lifted the arena.

As it came into view the tumult broke out afresh.

There far spent, resting on his bloody weapon, near the middle of the arena stood Vergilius, and the lion lay dead before him.
Slaves opened the iron gate.