Then suddenly, from opposite sides, the two regiments, known as the Bees and the Wasps respectively, rushed upon each other, uttering their war-cries.
"I put ten head of cattle on the Bees; who wagers on the Wasps ?" cried the king.
"I, Lord," answered the Prince Hafela, stepping forward.
"You, Prince!" said the king with a quick frown.

"Well, you are right to back them, they are your own regiment.

Ah! they are at it." By this time the scene was that of a hell broken loose upon the earth.
The two regiments, numbering some 5000 men in all, had come together, and the roar of their meeting shields was like the roar of thunder.

They were armed with kerries only, and not with spears, for the fight was supposed to be a mimic one; but these weapons they used with such effect that soon hundreds of them were down dead or with shattered skulls and bruised limbs.

Fiercely they fought, while the whole army watched, for their rivalry was keen and for many months they had known that they were to be pitted one against the other on this day.