Wermund replied that if this sword were shattered by mere brandishing, there was nothing left which could serve for such strength as his.

He must, therefore, forbear from the act, whose issue remained so doubtful.
So they repaired to the field of battle as agreed.

It is fast encompassed by the waters of the river Eider, which roll between, and forbid any approach save by ship.

Hither Uffe went unattended, while the Prince of Saxony was followed by a champion famous for his strength.
Dense crowds on either side, eager to see, thronged each winding bank, and all bent their eyes upon this scene.

Wermund planted himself on the end of the bridge, determined to perish in the waters if defeat were the lot of his son: he would rather share the fall of his own flesh and blood than behold, with heart full of anguish, the destruction of his own country.