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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.