Maunus went out, and the two champions took hold of each other. Maunus threw the other, and as he never wrestled with a man before, this is what he made with him—a ball, and he threw him behind him.
“Oh!” said the king, “Splendour, go down now; he is killed yonder.”
Splendour, son of the King of Greece, went down, and Maunus tied him as he did the other man; and the king cried to Bioultach, “Thy friendship and thy fealty; let not the sway from Greece, for I have no other but you.”
“If you asked me at first I would have gone.”
“If I had twelve sons I would send them before you.”
“I will go now.”
Bioultach went down, and he and Maunus saluted each other.
“Of the noble or ignoble of the world, whence are you?”
“I never from my ship gave tidings to tell of me, unless you take them by force.”
“I will take them if I can.”
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.”
