Roused a new rendering-up of fire the escort —And light, far escort, lacked no recognitionO’ the guard — as burning more than burnings told you.And over Lake Gorgopis light went leaping,And, at Mount Aigiplanktos safe arriving,Enforced the law — to never stint the fire-stuff.And they send, lighting up with ungrudged vigour,Of flame a huge beard, ay, the very forelandSo as to strike above, in burning onward,The look-out which commands the Strait Saronic.Then did it dart until it reached the outpostMount Arachnaios here, the city’s neighbour;And then darts to this roof of the AtreidaiThis light of Ide’s fire not unforefathered!Such are the rules prescribed the flambeau-bearers:He beats that’s first and also last in running.Such is the proof and token I declare thee,My husband having sent me news from Troia.CHOROS.The gods, indeed, anon will I pray, woman!But now, these words to hear, and sate my wonder