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.