“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.”
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.”
