Then a trumpet peal and a rattle of iron wheels.

Brawny arms were pushing a movable arena.

Swiftly it came into that ample space between the king and the great fountain.

Behind its iron bars a large lion paced up and down.

Two hundred mounted men of the cohort stood in triple rank some fifty paces from the scene.
Vergilius, on a white charger, was in front of the column.
While Arab slaves pushed the arena into place, David came and touched the arm of the young tribune.