XCV.

He brought ruin upon every fair region, {201c} And a fettering valour he displayed; The front of his shield was pierced; Caso Hir, arrayed in pomp, {201d} Protected Rhuvoniawg. A second time were they wounded, {201e} and crushed By his warlike steeds, and gore-stained were their coffins. {201f} Always immoveable, always liberal of aid, Would be his gallant nobles, when roused to anger. Severe in the conflict, with blades he slaughtered; And agonising news from the war he brought, Which he wove into a hundred songs for the calends of January. Adan {202a} the son of Urvei there did pierce, Adan pierced the haughty boar, Even he who was like Urien, {202b} a maid, and a hero. And as the youth was thus endowed with the properties of a king, Lord of Gwynedd, and of the blood of Cilydd, {202c} he proved our deliverer; Ere the turf was laid upon the face of the generous dead, Wisely did he seek the field, with praise and high sounding fame: The grave of Gorthyn Hir {202d} is seen {202e} from the highlands of Rhuvoniawg.