XXXV.

No hall was ever made so impregnable; {134d} Had not Morien been like Caradawg, {134e} The forward Mynawg, {134f} with his heavy armour, {134g} would not have escaped; Enraged, he was fiercer than the son of Pherawg, {135a} Stout his hand, and, mounted on his steed, {135b} he dealt out flames upon the retreating foe. Terrible in the city was the cry of the timid multitude, The van of the army of Gododin was scattered; His buckler {135c} was winged with fire for the slaughter; In the day of his wrath {135d} he was nimble--a destructive retaliator; The dependants of Mynyddawg deserved their horns of mead.