XXXI.
The warriors marched with speed, together they bounded onward;
Short lived were they,—they had become drunk over the distilled mead.
The retinue of Mynyddawg, renowned [128b] in the hour of need;
Their life was the price of their banquet of mead.
Caradawg, [128c] and Madawg, [128d] Pyll, and Ieuan,
Gwgawn, [129a] and Gwiawn, Gwynn [129b] and Cynvan,
Peredur [129c] with steel arms, Gwawrddur, [129d] and Aeddan; [129e]
A defence were they in the tumult, though with shattered shields; [130a]
When they were slain, they also slaughtered;
Not one to his native home returned.