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Then was the clash of fists and arrows
mingled with the clatter of bull's horns;
520intricate grapplings were joined;
there were deadly blows of the forehead,
and groaning was heard from both.
But she, in tender beauty,
on a far-seen hilltop,
sat and waited for her husband
even as the battle raged.
The bride these men had fought for
and then she left her mother
530like a lost and helpless calf.