LXXVII.

He supported martial steeds and harness of war; Drenched with gore, on the red-stained field of Cattraeth, The foremost shaft in the host is held by the consumer of forts, {181a} The brave {181b} dog of battle, upon the towering hill. We are called to the gleaming {181c} post of assault, By the beckoning hand {181d} of Heiddyn, {181e} the ironclad chief.