XLVI.
The chief exploit of the North [146f] did the hero accomplish,
Of a gentle breast, a more liberal lord could not be seen,
Earth does not support, [147a] nor has mother borne
Such an illustrious, powerful, steel clad warrior;
By the force of his gleaming sword he protected me,
From the cruel subterraneous prison he brought me out,
From the chamber of death, from a hostile region;
Such was Ceneu, son of Llywarch, energetic and bold. [147b]