He saw then, under the steep hill’s side,
A knight with sheeny armour ride.
Coursing came he at headlong speed,
Grim as a lion was his steed.
“Now, gallant Sir Knight, to me attend,
Wilt let me with thee as a shield boy wend?”
“Thou art too little and young, I fear,
My heavy harness thou canst not bear.”
At that word Mimmering wrathful grew,
The Knight from his steed to earth he threw.
And much more harm to him was done,
He smote his head against a stone.
He clomb on the saddle and rode away,
He’ll fain with other knights have a fray.
And when to the green wood he had won,
There met he Vidrik Verlandson.
“Well met, well met, thou stalwart knight,
Say, wilt thou for a fair maid fight?”
Then straightway Vidrik made reply:
“I’ll meet thee, dwarf, or no man am I.”