Polished is my ring, golden my saddle and bright:
To my sadness
I saw a conflict before Caer Vandwy.[[295]]
Before Caer Vandwy a host I saw,
Shields were shattered and ribs broken;
Renowned and splendid was he who made the assault.
Gwyddneu.
Gwyn, son of Nudd, the hope of armies,
Quicker would legions fall before the hoofs
Of thy horse than broken rushes to the ground.