So, drawing her out of the litter, he took her in his arms and strove to escape in the darkness.
But Lygia called, "Ursus! Ursus!" She was dressed in white; hence it was easy to see her.

Atacinus, with his other arm, which was free, was throwing his own mantle over her hastily, when terrible claws seized his neck, and on his head a gigantic, crushing mass fell like a stone.
He dropped in one instant, as an ox felled by the back of an axe before the altar of Jove.
The slaves for the greater part were either lying on the ground, or had saved themselves by scattering in the thick darkness, around the turns of the walls.

On the spot remained only the litter, broken in the onset.

Ursus bore away Lygia to the Subura; his comrades followed him, dispersing gradually along the way.
The slaves assembled before the house of Vinicius, and took counsel.
They had not courage to enter.

After a short deliberation they returned to the place of conflict, where they found a few corpses, and among them Atacinus.