“Now,” said he, “did you not get fair play?”
“I got it; you are the best champion ever I saw.”
“Put the men in a row that I may get my blows.”
He put the men standing in a row. “Now,” said he to his brother, “any man that I don’t knock down, knock him down you.”
He struck the first blow. He killed. He struck the second blow then. He killed. He was striking and killing. There was one man at the end outside. When he came killing, drawing towards him, he went out of the row. He went up on the side of a hill.
“Death and destruction and the death-bands on you, champion of the red belt! It is you that are doing the slaughter on this strand to-day. Don’t you know what country you came out of?—that it is out of a two-ended barrel you came in to the court and castle of the King of Greece?”
“Sit down, and wait till I come to you.”
“I will not wait. I saw you killing many a one. Perhaps you will kill me.”
“My word to you, I will not touch you till you tell me about the barrel.”
“I will take your word.”