LXXVII.
He supported martial steeds and harness of war;
Drenched with gore, on the red-stained field of Cattraeth,
The foremost shaft in the host is held by the consumer of forts, [181a]
The brave [181b] dog of battle, upon the towering hill.
We are called to the gleaming [181c] post of assault,
By the beckoning hand [181d] of Heiddyn, [181e] the ironclad chief.