The monk and the Kvaen fought in earnest; but if the Kvaen was as physically strong as Ambrose, the latter was his superior in the expertness with which he administered his blows with the closed fists, and on this occasion no other weapons were employed. Unnas was not present; had he been, he would assuredly have fixed his teeth firmly in the Kvaen’s leg, even at the risk of being kicked to death. A fearful blow on the forehead caused the Kvaen to stumble, and then Ambrose felled him to the ground and knelt upon his chest. ‘Do you give in?’ ‘No, never.’ Ambrose took him roughly by the throat, and almost strangled him. ‘Well, will you give in, and ask for grace?’ ‘No,’ the Kvaen hissed out, and struggled to get free. ‘Very well, get up again,’ said Ambrose who was now beginning to get angry himself, as the scar in his forehead got red, ‘and I will let you know that I am master.’ The Kvaen jumped up, and the fight was continued; but at last he received a stunning blow, and fell backwards on the ground, with Ambrose on top of him. ‘Will you now give in, and sue for peace?’ The Kvaen made no reply. ‘You are a wild creature, Jussi; but I believe that you have good in you, after all, and that you won’t make a bad companion. Now let us two from to-day be friends—friends in life and death—enemies no longer. Will you?’ ‘Yes,’ groaned the Kvaen softly. He was conquered, and tears fell from his eyes. ‘Get up again, then, and shake hands,’ said Ambrose. From that day forward, Jussi was the monk’s friend, and this intercourse gradually produced an ennobling effect upon him, so that he, too, began to realize what it is to be chivalrous. By this means, also, the behaviour of Unnas and Jussi towards each other became better than it had been. Jussi might still strike Unnas for some trick or other which Unnas had played upon him, but it was now with more or less of good-nature and laughter that he treated the little dwarf. The following story will afford a good insight into Jussi’s character, and give some idea of the coarseness and roughness of a Kvaen. I am very reluctant to relate it, for the reader of it will not think the better of Jussi, but rather the worse. Still, I must tell the truth, and show both the good and the bad sides of his nature.