They fought for another while.
“Oh! it was good to me,” said Bioultach, “you should tell me who you are, for I do not find it in my heart to be fighting with you.”
“Oh,” said Maunus, “is it not great the asking you have after my name? But do you tell me who you are.”
“Oh, I have not hidden my name, ever. Bioultach am I, son of the High King of Erin, who left my father’s court and pleasant home four years and a day since, yesterday.”
“Well,” said Maunus, “had you a brother?”
“I had never but one brother, and sorry I am he is not so big as you yet.”
“Whether he is big or little, it is he that has been fighting with you since morning.”
“Oh,” said Bioultach, “it cannot be that you are Maunus.”
They embraced one another, and Bioultach was weeping and kissing his brother. When the King of Greece came in among the men—“Oh, Bioultach, what ails you?”