Chapter 185 No.185

455 "Bearing before them, in their course,

The relics of the archer force,

Like wave with crest of sparkling foam,

Right onward did Clan-Alpine come.

Above the tide, each broadsword bright

460 Was brandishing like beam of light,

Each targe was dark below;

And with the ocean's mighty swing,

When heaving to the tempest's wing,