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}

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