The sacred ground, where chiefs of yore The everlasting fire adored, The solemn pledge of safety bore, And breathed not of the treacherous sword. The amber wreath his temples bound; None but the noblest of the land, The flower of Britain's chiefs, were there: Unarmed, amid the Saxon band, They sate, the fatal feast to share. Three hundred chiefs, three score and three, Went, where the festal torches burned Before the dweller of the sea: They went; and three alone returned. "Till dawn the pale sweet mead they quaffed: The ocean-chief unclosed his vest; His hand was on his dagger's haft, But him, at Eidiol's* breast who aimed, And through the throng he cleft his way, And hundreds hurried to the fray, From towns, and vales, and mountains high. But Britain's best blood dyed the floor Of all, the golden chain who wore, Two only answered Eidiol's call. * Eidiol or Emrys: Emrys Wledig: Ambrosius. Then clashed the sword; then pierced the lance; Even as the flame consumes the wood, As sinks the snow-bank in the flood, The spoilers from the fane he drove; The storm of arms was on the gate, The blaze of torches in the hall, So swift, that ere they feared their fate, The flames had scaled their chamber wall. * Vortigern and Rowena. They died: for them no Briton grieves; No hand removes the withered leaves And time the avenging day brought round To make his false host bite the ground Was all the hope our warrior knew. And evermore the strife he led, The Song of Aneurin touched deeply on the sympathies of the audience, and was followed by a grand martial symphony, in the midst of which Taliesin appeared in the Circle of Bards. King Arthur welcomed him with great joy, and sweet smiles were showered upon him from all the beauties of the court. Taliesin answered the metrical and mystical questions to the astonishment of the most proficient; and, advancing, in his turn, to the front of the circle, he sang a portion of a poem which is now called HANES TALIESIN, The History of Taliesin; but which shall be here entitled THE CAULDRON OF CERIDWEN. The sage Ceridwen was the wife |