VI.
What said the Invader, that pomp in sight?
"They sue for the pity they shall not win."
But the sick King sat on his Bier upright,
And said, "So well! I shall sleep to-night:—
Rest here my couch, and my peace begin."
VII.
Then the war-cry sounded—"Lamb-dearg
Aboo!"
And the whole clan rush'd to the battle plain: