Historia in Absentia
Phew, it’s been like almost two months since I posted something here, hahaha.
I’ve been busy on my other platform while at the same time, trying to overcome the ‘historical’ artblock for the last few weeks. 😅
Oh well, here I am I guess.
"He pierced over three hundred of the finest
He slew both the centre and the flanks
He was worthy in the front of a most generous army
He gave out gifts of a herd of steeds in the winter
He fed black ravens on the wall
Of the fortress, although he was no Arthur"
- Y Gododdin
"They drank mead, gold and sweet, ensnaring;
For a year the minstrels were merry."
Behold! The Gododdin of Din Eidyn has issued a challenge amidst the celebrations!
"He pierced over three hundred of the finest
He slew both the centre and the flanks
He was worthy in the front of a most generous army
He gave out gifts of a herd of steeds in the winter
He fed black ravens on the wall
Of the fortress, although he was no Arthur"
- Y Gododdin
"Men went to Catraeth with a war-cry,
Speedy steeds and dark armour and shields,
Spear-shafts held high and spear-points sharp-edged,
And glittering coats-of-mail and swords.
He led the way, he thrust through armies"
- Y Gododdin