No obstacle was so stout but it was crushed to pieces by the blow of the mass that smote it.

Thus he overthrew the champion, who ran against him in the battle, with a violent stroke of his weapon.

But he was conquered notwithstanding, and fled away into Helsingland, where he went to one Witolf (who had served of old with Harald), to seek tendance for his wounds.

This man had spent most of his life in camp; but at last, after the grievous end of his general, he had retreated into this lonely district, where he lived the life of a peasant, and rested from the pursuits of war.

Often struck himself by the missiles of the enemy, he had gained no slight skill in leechcraft by constantly tending his own wounds.