XXII.

My friend in real distress, we should have been by none disturbed, Had not the white-bannered commander {115a} led forth his army; We should not {115b} have been separated in the hall from the banquet of mead, Had he not laid waste our convenient groves; {115c} He crept into the martial field, he crept into our families. {115d} The Gododin relates how that, after the fight in the fosse, When we had no dwellings, {116a} none were more destitute. {116b}