Gav Mourns Talkhand on the Field

From E2.3, Gav, Talkhand, and Chess. It illustrates E2.3.435–446 (to E2.3.448):

E2.3.435
Gav then dismounted, and on foot he wentFor two farsangs, in tears and long lament.
E2.3.436
When he beheld dead young Talkhand, aghast,And saw the soldiers’ faces overcast,
E2.3.437
He searched the body, scanning head to heel,But found no wound of arrow or of steel.
E2.3.438
Then that exalted monarch wailed aloud,And sat beside the corpse with anguish bowed.
E2.3.439
He said, “Alas, young warrior, you are gone,Your wounded soul in anguish traveling on.
E2.3.440
You died beneath the malice of your star;Else no cruel wind had struck you from afar.
E2.3.441
You cast your teachers’ counsel all away,And darkened now your mother’s heart today.
E2.3.442
Much did I warn you with all kindliness,But my advice could bring you no success.”
E2.3.443
When Gav’s own sage beheld Talkhand lie dead,The world-aspiring prince, his spirit fled,
E2.3.444
And saw his brother wailing on the plain,With cries that pierced the sky in bitter pain,
E2.3.445
He too lamented, grieving at Gav’s side,And cried, “Alas, young prince,” and deeply sighed.
E2.3.446
Then turning lips toward counsel, he addressedGav, whose grief was thunder in his breast: