A sacred fire, tended by six virgin priestesses called Vestals, flamed in her temple. […] Some of them had a hundred arms, others breathed out fire. […] He was out in the field, gathering acorns and blackberries, and sticks for his fire. […] “They rush together,” said she, “with such fury that fire flashes from the conflict. […] I would encounter fire and sword to gain my object; but here there is no need of fire and sword.