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(Aud) Soumor burned like fire of tlie skies,
235 Came Sul-alin (daughter) of heroes,
Her hair dishevelled in the blast,
And her heart distressed for her king ;
He left the fight for (her,) the love of heroes.
Fled the foe in the darkness of the skies ;
240 Cluaner lay without (avenging) blood" —
Without blood on the narrow rayless house.
" Nor rose the wrath of Sonmor of swords,
(Though) his days were dark and drear.
Sul-alin walked by her own blue stream,
245 Her eyes overflowing with tears.
Often did she fondly gaze
On the stern and silent warrior ;
But she tm'ned her gentle eyes away
From the moody hero's glance.*
250 Battles arose like the noise of clouds ;
Gloom forsook his mighty soul ;
Her steps were beheld in gladness,
And her white hand on the tuneful harp."
The king moved straightway in his steel ;
255 He struck the hollow shield on high —
High on the oak of storms,
By Lubar of many streams.
eyes. Often did slie look on the liero when he -vvas folded in his
thoughts. But she slirank from his eyes, and turned her lone steps
away. Battles rose like a tempest, and drove the mist from his soul.
He heheld with joy her steps in the hall, and the white rising of
her hands on the harp."
In his arms strode the chief of Atha to where his shield hung
high in night : high on a mossy bough, over Lubar's streamy roar.
DUAN VII.
likely to con-
quer, she
rushed to-
wards him,
and inducfd
,;ike
tlir 1,-lr
whieli Clua
er lay un-
avenged.
He showed no
anger towards
her, but con-
tinued gloomy
until otlier
battles arose.
The engaging
in these re-
stored his
happiness.
Ija-mor now
struck his
shield — a
shield of seven
bosses, each of
which, when
struck, con-