Bioultach and Maunus caught hold of each other, and they spent a long part of the day, and neither of them threw the other. Said Bioultach, “To me it is not good at all to be like this. Let us get swords for each.”
“To me it is no worse, if to you it is fine.”
“It were good to me if you would tell me who you are.”
“I will not tell you. But if you desire to fight, you will get that.”
“It is not good to me to be fighting with you.”
“Well, I will not tell you who I am.”
Bioultach got a sword, and Maunus another, and they went fighting. Bioultach was wounding him with the sword, as Maunus did not know how to use it.
“It is not good to me to wound you, and it were good to me if you would tell me who you are. I could have killed you twice; but it is anguish on me to kill you.”
“Well, I never held a sword until to-day, and if I am wounded my skill increases; and do not spare me, as I will not spare you if I get one chance at you.”