LIV.

Together arise the expert warriors, And the stranger, {155e} the man with the crimson robe, pursue; The encampment is broken down by the gorgeous pilgrim, {156a} Where the young deer were in full melody. {156b} Amongst the spears of Brych {156c} thou couldst see no rods; {156d} With the base the worthy can have no concord; {156e} Morial {156f} in pursuit will not countenance their dishonourable deeds, With his steel blade ready for the effusion of blood.