And now Behobia’s broken arch below
By Biriatú he threats the Bidasoa’s flow.
XII.
At Andarlása craggy mount and moor
Girding the rapid stream forbid its verge;
But Oyarzún not yet may sleep secure.
’Twixt Jaizquibel and crested Haya urge
His fiery columns straining to emerge.
See on the crownéd heights our forces rest.