ous gallantry of the knight of conflict. {167a}
The ruddy reapers of war are thy desire, {167b}
Thou man of toil, {167c} but the worthless thou beheadest; {167d}
The whole length of the land shall hear of thee in battle;
With thy shield upon thy shoulder, thou dost incessantly cleave
With thy blade, {167e} until blood flows {167f} like bright wine out of
glass vessels; {167g}
As the contribution {168a} for mead thou claimest gold;
Wine nourished was Gwaednerth, {168b} the son of Llywri.

LXV.

It is incumbent to sing of the gay and illustrious tribes, {168c}
That, after the fatal fight, {168d} filled the river Aeron; {168e}
Their grasp satisfied the hunger {168f} of the eagles of Clwyd, {168g}
And prepared food for the birds of prey.
Of those who went to Cattraeth, wearers of the golden chain,
Upon the message of Mynyddawg, sovereign of the people,
There came not honourably {169a} in behalf {169b} of the Brython,
To Gododin, a hero from afar who was better than Cynon.

LXVI.

It is incumbent to sing of so many men of skill, {169c}
Who in their halls {169d} once led a merry life: {169e}
Ambitious {169f} and bold, all round the world would Eidol {169g} seek
for melody;
But notwithstanding gold, and fine steeds, and intoxicating mead,
Only one man of these, who loved the world, returned,
Cynddilig of Aeron, one of the Novantian heroes. {169h}

LXVII.

It is incumbent to sing of the gay and illustrious tribes,
That went upon the message of Mynyddawg, sovereign of the people,
And the daughter {170a} of Eudav the Tall, of a faultless gait, {170b}
Apparelled in her purple robes, thoroughly and truly splendid.

LXVIII.

The soldiers {171a} celebrated the praise of the Holy One,
And in their {171b} presence was kindled a fire that raged on high.
On Tuesday they put on their dark-brown garments; {171c}
On Wednesday they purified their enamelled armour;
On Thursday their destruction was certain;
On Friday was brought carnage all around;
On Saturday their joint labour was useless;
On Sunday their blades assumed a ruddy hue;
On Monday was seen a pool knee deep of blood. {171d}
The Gododin relates that after the toil,
Before the tents of Madog, when he returned,
Only one man in a hundred with him came. {172a}

LXIX.

At the early dawn of morn, {172b}
There was a battle at the fall of the river, {172c} in front of the
course; {172d}
The pass and the knoll were pervaded with fire; {172