Then deeper paused the priest anew,
And hard his laboring breath he drew,
While, with set teeth and clinched hand,
And eyes that glow’d like fiery brand,
He meditated curse more dread,
And deadlier, on the clansman’s head,
Who, summon’d to his Chieftain’s aid,
The signal saw and disobeyed.
The crosslet’s points of sparkling wood
He quenched among the bubbling blood,