As their Tinchel[352] cows the game!
They come as fleet as forest deer,
We’ll drive them back as tame.’ ”—
XVIII.
“Bearing before them, in their course,
The relics of the archer force,
Like wave with crest of sparkling foam,
Right onward did Clan-Alpine come.
Above the tide, each broadsword bright
Was brandishing like beam of light,