“Full well do I know thee, with thy black and silver helmet!” cried the Swede, “and on thy head shall I now revenge my brother’s death, who fell by thy sword on the hill-top in the forest. By thy javelin he was struck, and thrown lifeless from his horse; but now, by the power of Odin and the sword of Swerker, thou shalt pay blood for blood.” The sword of Swerker did indeed inflict heavy blows, but that of Sir Otto proved yet more powerful; and at length the Swede having received, like his brother, a frightful wound on the forehead, began to totter in such manner, that the Knight of Trautwangen seized him by the horse-hair of his helmet, dragged him over the dead bodies, then hurled him away backwards to his own soldiers, saying, “Take this man; let him be carried to the tents in safety, and his wounds dressed. In due time I shall demand him of you.” Thereupon the Pagans recoiled some paces, and murmured among themselves, not being able to understand the directions that Sir Otto had then given. Only some inarticulate words fell on the knight’s ear, who now, as if in mockery, seized the javelin which had been thrown at him by the Swede, and hurled it at random among the Finlanders who thus spoke together. Two of them fell to the ground bleeding, and severely wounded, while, with a wild howl, the rest flew asunder; after which they dispersed themselves into concealed thickets of the mountain, and shot numberless arrows from a distance. But, trusting to his well-proved and almost impregnable armour, he stood unmoved, holding up his shield in the narrow pass, so as to defend, as well as he could, the few soldiers of his own troop who were behind him, and whose coats-of-mail were not so heavy. The arrows continued to fall thicker and thicker, but did him no injury; so that, as if for pastime, he began to take up these weapons and throw them about. “Pitiful fighting!” said he; “it serves to keep us idle, and helps our assailants not a jot!” Then he heard a rustling close beside him in the thickets; and, lo! from a narrow passage, like a cave in the rocks, which hitherto he had not observed, he saw the features of a pagan Finlander, grinning with rage, and preparing to assault him. Now then he proved the worth of the sword which had been made for him by Asmandur; for he struck with it so irresistibly, that the pagan’s head was cleft into two; but, as if some demon of the mountains had assisted the adverse party, by opening to them the subterraneous passages among the cliffs, this man was followed by numberless others, who came howling and outrageous at his defeat.