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[Following him.]

Can you deny That you were the foremost brawler In the mighty battle royal Fought the other day at Lundë; When you raged like mongrels mad? Who was it but you that broke Blacksmith Aslak's arm for him,— Or at any rate that wrenched one Of his fingers out of joint?

Who has filled you with such prate?

[Hotly.]

Cottar Kari heard the yells!

[Rubbing his elbow.]

Maybe, but 'twas I that howled.

You?

Yes, mother,—I got beaten.

What d'you say?

He's limber, he is.

Who?