XXXI.

The warriors marched with speed, together they bounded onward; Short lived were they,--they had become drunk over the distilled mead. The retinue of Mynyddawg, renowned {128b} in the hour of need; Their life was the price of their banquet of mead. Caradawg, {128c} and Madawg, {128d} Pyll, and Ieuan, Gwgawn, {129a} and Gwiawn, Gwynn {129b} and Cynvan, Peredur {129c} with steel arms, Gwawrddur, {129d} and Aeddan; {129e} A defence were they in the tumult, though with shattered shields; {130a} When they were slain, they also slaughtered; Not one to his native home returned.