So Gotwar began thus: "Quando tuam limas admissa cote bipennem, Nonne terit tremulas mentula quassa nates ?" Erik rejoined: "Ut cuivis natura pilos in corpore sevit, Omnis nempe suo barba ferenda loco est.
Re Veneris homines artus agitare necesse est; Motus quippe suos nam labor omnis habet.
Cum natis excipitur nate, vel cum subdita penem Vulva capit, quid ad haec addere mas renuit ?" Powerless to answer this, Gotwar had to give the gold to the man whom she had meant to kill, and thus wasted a lordly gift instead of punishing the slayer of her son.

For her ill fate was crowned, instead of her ill-will being avenged.

First bereaved, and then silenced by furious words, she lost at once her wealth and all reward of her eloquence.

She made the man blest who had taken away her children, and enriched her bereaver with a present: and took away nothing to make up the slaughter of her sons save the reproach of ignorance and the loss of goods.

Westmar, when he saw this, determined to attack the man by force, since he was the stronger of tongue, and laid down the condition that the reward of the conqueror should be the death of the conquered, so that the life of both parties was plainly at stake.