On the smooth shore the night-fires brightly blazed,

The feast was done, the red wine circling fast, [28.B.]

And he that unawares had there ygazed

With gaping wonderment had stared aghast;

For ere night's midmost, stillest hour was past,

The native revels of the troop began;

Each Palikar his sabre from him cast, [29.B.]

And bounding hand in hand, man linked to man,

Yelling their uncouth dirge, long daunced the kirtled clan.[168]