VI.

Full slowly she revived, and Nial then An instant left her in the outer air, While to the chamber he returned again, And made her butchered kindred next his care. Joy! joy! Salustian upright sits, and spare Thy talons, Death, one victim: deep his wound, But yet not perilous. Nial straight doth tear His sash away, and swathe it firmly round Salustian’s side, the blood he staunched, the gash he bound.