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air, not a peak nor glade nor jutting headland but it stands
out in the ineffable radiance that breaks from the serene of
heaven; the stars can all of them be told and the heart of
the shepherd is glad—even thus shone the watchfires of the
Trojans before Ilius midway between the ships and the river
Xanthus. A thousand camp-fires gleamed upon the plain,
and in the glow of each there sat fifty men, while the horses,
champing oats and corn beside their chariots, waited till
dawn should come.

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