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And Zaboi seized his mighty axe,
But Ludiek aside hath stood.
Zaboi on high his war-axe swung,
And cast it at the foe;
The axe it flew and cleft the shield,
And Ludiek’s breast below.
The heavy axe the soul affrights,
The soul by the war-axe strong
Is driven forth, and fathoms five
Through the army borne along.

Loud shriek the panic-stricken foe,
When low their leader lies,
But glad the shouts of Zaboi’s bands,
Joy sparkling in their eyes.
“O brethren! the Gods have granted aid,
“And given us victory;
“And now divide we left and right,
“Steeds seek we speedily
“In every vale; with steeds must neigh
“The whole wood merrily!”

“O brother Zaboi, lion brave!
Cease not to press the foe!”
Lo! Zaboi flings away his shield,
And onwards still doth go.