The young hater of red-glowing gold
Rushed into the peril.
Before the fighter went to rouse
With clashing shields the Hilds,
Were they long the Serk-men’s foe,
On the plains of Sicily.’
Thus saith Illugi, the skald from Bryn:
‘Harald under Michael strove
For south-lands with his sword
The son of Budli, as ’twas said