Warriors wounded in the fray,
Beneath the thwarts all gasping lay,
Where, headlong cast, they mourn’d the loss of light.
“Gall’d by many a massive stone
(Their golden shields behind them thrown),
Homeward the grieving warriors speed;
Swift from Hafur’s bay they hie:
East-mountaineers o’er Jardar fly,
And thirst for goblets of the sparkling mead.”
[178]. Haralld’s Saga ens Harfagra, cap. 19–25. p. 95–103. Snæfrida was, probably, a supernatural damsel—at least, on one side. So was Guendolen, in the bridal of Triermain; but the British Arthur broke the charm which bound him in three months, while Harald was spell-bound for as many years. The description in Scott is exquisite.