Not meetly was his buckler pierced Upon the flank of his steed; {151d} Not meetly did he mount {152a} His long legged, slender, grey charger; Dark was his shaft, dark, Darker was his saddle; {152b} Thy hero {152c} is in a cell, {152d} Gnawing the shoulder of a buck, {152e} May his hand triumph, But far be the shoulder of venison. {152f} LI. It is well that Adonwy came to the support of Gwen; {153a} Bradwen {153b} abandoned the foaming brine, And fought, slaughtered, and burned, though Morien She did not surpass in martial deeds. Thou didst not regard the rear or the van Of the towering, unhelmetted {153c} presence; Thou didst not observe the great swelling sea of knights, That would mangle, and grant no shelter to the Saxons. {153d} LII. Gododin! in respect of thee will I demand {154a} The dales beyond the ridge of Drum Essyd; {154b} The slave, {154c} greedy of wealth, cannot control himself; By the counsel of thy son, {154d} let thy valour shine forth. The place appointed for the conference Was not mean, {154e} in front of Llanveithin; {154f} From twilight to twilight he revelled; {154g} Splendid and full was the purple of the pilgrim; {154h} He killed the defenceless, {154i} the delight of the bulwark of toil, {154j} His inseparable companion, whose voice was like that of Aneurin. {155a} LIII. Together arise the foremost fighting warriors, {155b} And in a body march to Cattraeth, with noise and eager speed; The effects {155c} of the mead in the hall, and of the beverage of wine. Blades were scattered between the two armies By an illustrious knight, in front of Gododin. Furze was set on fire by the ardent spirit, the bull of battle. {155d} LIV. Together arise the expert warriors, And the stranger, {155e} the man with the crimson robe, pursue; The encampment is broken down by the gorgeous pilgrim, {156a} Where the young deer were in full melody. {156b} Amongst the spears of Brych {156c} thou couldst see no rods; {156d} With the base the worthy can have no concord; {156e} Morial {156f} in pursuit will not countenance their dishonourable deeds, With his steel blade ready for the effusion of blood. LV. Together arise the associated {156g} warriors, Strangers to the country, their deeds shall be proclaimed; There was slaughtering with axes and blades, {157a} And there was raising large cairns over the heroes of toil. LVI. The experienced {157b} warriors met together, And all with one accord sallied forth; {157c} Short were their lives, long is the grief of those who loved them; Seven times their number of Lloegrians had they slain; After the conflict their wives {157d} raised a scream; {157e} And many a mother has the tear on her eyelash. LVII.