LXXI.

On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blazed, The feast was done, the red wine circling fast,[28.B.] And he that unawares had there ygazed With gaping wonderment had stared aghast; For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past, The native revels of the troop began; Each Palikar his sabre from him cast,[29.B.] And bounding hand in hand, man linked to man, Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunced the kirtled clan.[168]