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I had hardly started, when one of the horsemen of the Mahrek-Ha-Droad, happening that way in his pursuit of the fleeing Romans, cried out, as he recognized the man I was carrying: "IT IS CAESAR STRIKE KILL HIM!" Thus I became aware that I had on my horse the direst of Gaul's foes.
At break of day, after the druids had invoked the blessings of the gods, our tribe took up its march for its post in the battle. Joel, mounted on his high-mettled stallion Tom-Bras, commanded the Mahrek-Ha-Droad, of which myself and my brother Mikael were members, I as a horseman, Mikael as a foot-soldier.
The other foot-soldiers of the Mahrek-Ha-Droad fought in the same manner, each one beside his own horseman. "Brother, you are wounded," I said to Mikael. "See, your blouse is red." "You too, brother," he responded. "Look at your bloody breeches." And, in truth, in the heat of combat, we do not feel these wounds. My father, chief of the Mahrek-Ha-Droad, was not accompanied by a foot-soldier.
The druids and bards kept even pace with him, striking as they went upon their golden harps. At that signal, our whole army precipitated itself upon the enemy, who, now across the river, were re-forming their cohorts. The Mahrek-Ha-Droad, cavalry and footmen, of the tribes near that of Karnak, which my father commanded, darted down the slope with the rest of the army.
We two, like many others of our tribe, had in time of peace familiarized ourselves with the manly military exercise of the Mahrek-Ha-Droad. Thus the brenn, my brother and myself rejoined our tribe and took our stand in the ranks of battle. The Gallic army occupied the summit of a hill about one league's distance from Vannes.
He found at every step mementos of his ancestors the wide field on which his ancestor and his two sons, Guilhern and Mikael, indulged in the virile exercises of the mahrek-ha-droad still spread before his eyes; the living spring, at the edge of which Sylvest and Syomara had in their infantine games built their little hut to protect themselves from the heat of the sun, still babbled along its course.
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