"But it was ever fair fighting between us." "Else had you slain me when I was down," said Odda frankly, and with a smile coming into his face.
"The score is even on that count," said Osmund, and with that, with one accord their hands met, and they laughed at each other.
That was good to see, and ever should things be so between brave foes and honest.
Then Osmund looked at me.
"Now have I met with two men whom I have longed to see," he said, "for you must be King Ranald Vemundsson.

Two foes I have--if it must be so said--of whom I have nought but good to say." "So," laughed Odda.

"When fought you twain, and which let the other go ?" "We have not fought," the jarl answered.

"But I have deeper reason for thanking Ranald than for sparing my own life, or for staying a blow in time out of sheer love of fair play." Then he took my hand and looked me in the face.
"It was a good deed and noble that you wrought for me but the other day," he said earnestly.

"I do not know how to thank you enough.