XLVII.
He would not bear the reproach of a congress, [147c]
Senyllt, [147d] with his vessels full of mead;—
His sword rang [148a] for deeds of violence,
He shouted and bounded with aid for the war,
And with his arm proved a comprehensive [148b] support, [148c]
Against the armies of Gododin and Bryneich.
Booths for the horses were prepared in the hall, [148d]
There was streaming gore, and dark brown harness,
And from his hand issued a thread [148e] of gleam; [148f]
Like a hunter shooting with the bow
Was Gwen; [148g] and the attacking parties mutually pushed each other,
Friend and foe by turns;
The warriors did not cut their way to flee, [148h]
But were the generous defenders of every region.