They place the meal; on altars built of turf

Pour out libations from the mingled cup;

On mutual couch with stories of their fights,

They wile the sleepless hours in talk away;

"Where stood the ranks arrayed, from whose right hand

The quivering lance was sped:" and while they boast

Or challenge, deeds of prowess in the war,

Faith was renewed and trust. Thus made the fates

(Editor：food)