"Wilt set me another task, O Hungwar?"
"By Thor, I will set thee a task!" cried Hubba fiercely. "All this is but child's play and has no danger in it. Come hither, Wiglaf."
Then uprose a mighty man, with bare arms and hairy, and he laughed grimly.
"What is thy pleasure, Hubba?" he asked. And Hubba said to Wulnoth—
"See here, Wanderer. This man is our mightiest boxer, and no man can stand a blow from his fist. Wilt thou exchange a blow with him?"
"That will I," answered Wulnoth. "Strike thou, Wiglaf."
"Not so," shouted Guthrun. "That were a poor test, for if Wiglaf strikes first, how shall Wanderer have strength to strike back? Let them fight one round if they will. By my father's name, 't will be a splendid sight to see."
"So be it," laughed Wulnoth. "I care not," and he and Wiglaf the Boxer faced each other.
"'T is a cruel man, Wanderer," whispered Wahrmund in Wulnoth's ear, "and he fights not over fair. Mind thyself, for he will kill thee if he can."