Oscar, I have no love to leave to the care of my son. Such were our words, when Gaul's loud voice came growing on the wind. He waved on high the sword of his father. We rushed to death and wounds. Man met with man, and steel with steel.
Shields sound and warriors fall.
Gaul rushed on, like a whirlwind in Ardven. The destruction of heroes is on his sword. My sword rose high, and flamed in the strife of blood. I rejoiced in my secret soul, when his sword flamed over the slain. They fled amain through Lena's heath.