Round-hoofed is my horse, the torment of battle, Fairy am I called, Gwyn the son of Nudd,[293] The lover of Creurdilad, the daughter of Lludd. _Gwyddneu._ Since it is thou, Gwyn, an upright man, From thee there is no concealing: I am Gwyddneu Garanhir. _Gwyn._ Hasten to my ridge, the Tawë abode; Not the nearest Tawë name I to thee, But that Tawë which is the farthest.[294] Polished is my ring, golden my saddle and bright: To my sadness I saw a conflict before Caer Vandwy.[295] Before Caer Vandwy a host I saw, Shields were shattered and ribs broken; Renowned and splendid was he who made the assault. _Gwyddneu._ Gwyn, son of Nudd, the hope of armies, Quicker would legions fall before the hoofs Of thy horse than broken rushes to the ground. _Gwyn._ Handsome my dog, and round-bodied, And truly the best of dogs; Dormarth[296] was he, which belonged to Maelgwyn. _Gwyddneu._ Dormarth with the ruddy nose! what a gazer Thou art upon me because I notice Thy wanderings on Gwibir Vynyd.[297] _Gwyn._ I have been in the place where was killed Gwendoleu, The son of Ceidaw, the pillar of songs, When the ravens screamed over blood. I have been in the place where Brân was killed, The son of Iweridd, of far extending fame, When the ravens of the battle-field screamed. I have been where Llacheu was slain, The son of Arthur, extolled in songs, When the ravens screamed over blood. I have been where Meurig was killed, The son of Carreian, of honourable fame, When the ravens screamed over flesh. I have been where Gwallawg was killed, The son of Goholeth, the accomplished, The resister of Lloegyr, the son of Lleynawg. I have been where the soldiers of Britain were slain, From the east to the north: I am the escort of the grave.[298] I have been where the soldiers of Britain were slain, From the east to the south: I am alive, they in death!