In a loud voice Ketill proclaimed that whoever should withdraw
outside the ring of stones should ever after bear the name of
dastard.

Then all went outside the circle, and with a shout Liot sprang at
his foe. Estein caught the sword on his shield, and in return
delivered such a storm of blows that Liot got no chance for a blow
in return. He began to give ground, Estein pressing him hotly, his
blade flashing so fast that men could not follow it. It was easily
seen that in quickness and dexterity with his weapon Liot was
inferior to his foe; but with wary eye and cool head he kept well
covered with his shield, shifting his ground all the time. Twice
he was nearly driven over the line, but each time saved himself by
a rapid side movement.

"I fear that Estein will tire," muttered Helgi.

"Ay; he has started too hard," replied Ketill.

It seemed as if they were right. Estein's blows became less
frequent, and Liot in turn attacked hotly. He made as little
impression, however, as Estein, and then by mutual consent both
men stopped for a minute's breathing-space.

"You seem tired, Estein," said Liot.

"Guard yourself," was the reply, and the fight began again. As
before, Estein attacked hotly, Liot steadily giving ground.

"Too hard, too hard! after two sleepless nights he cannot fight