For this is Coilantogle ford,
And thou must keep thee with thy sword.”
XIII.
The Saxon paused:—“I ne’er delay’d
When foeman bade me draw my blade;
Nay, more, brave Chief, I vow’d thy death:
Yet sure thy fair and generous faith,
And my deep debt for life preserv’d,
A better meed have well deserv’d:
Can naught but blood our feud atone?