The knights bent low, and the feeling rushed into many a heart, "There is no man on earth who can deserve a bride so queenly." When Froda bowed his head, it seemed to him as if the golden radiance of Aslauga'a tresses floated before his sight; and his spirit rose in joy and pride that his lady held him worthy to be so often reminded of her.
And now the tournament began.

At first the knights strove with blunted swords and battle-axes; then they ran their course with lances man to man; but at last they divided into two equal parties, and a general assault began, in which every one was allowed to use at his own will either sword or lance.

Froda and Edwald equally surpassed their antagonists, as (measuring each his own strength and that of his friend) they had foreseen.

And now it must be decided by a single combat with lances to whom the highest prize of victory should belong.

Before this trial began, they rode slowly together into the middle of the course, and consulted where each should take his place.