battle with Amund, fought partly by sea and partly by land. For
not only were the lines drawn up in the open country, but the warriors
also made an attack with their fleet. The battle which followed cost
much blood. So Biorn, when his ranks gave back, unloosed his hound and
sent it against the enemy; wishing to win with the biting of a dog the
victory which he could not achieve with the sword. The enemy were by
this means shamefully routed, for a square of the warriors ran away when
attacked with its teeth.

There is no saying whether their flight was more dismal or more
disgraceful. Indeed, the army of the Northmen was a thing to blush for;
for an enemy crushed it by borrowing the aid of a brute. Nor was it
treacherous of Fridleif to recruit the failing valour of his men with
the aid of a dog. In this war Amund fell; and his servant Ane, surnamed
the Archer, challenged Fridleif to fight him; but Biorn, being a man of
meaner estate, not suffering the king to engage with a common fellow,
attacked him himself. And when Biorn had bent his bow and was fitting
the arrow to the string, suddenly a dart sent by Ane pierced the top of
the cord. Soon another arrow came after it and struck amid the joints of
his fingers. A third followed, and fell on the arrow as it was laid to
the string. For Ane, who was most dexterous at shooting arrows from a
distance, had purposely only struck the weapon of his opponent, in order
that, by showing it was in his power to do likewise to his person, he
might recall the champion from his purpose. But Biorn abated none of
his valour for this, and, scorning bodily danger, entered the fray with
heart and face so steadfast, that he seemed neither to yield anything
to the skill of Ane, nor lay aside aught of his wonted courage. Thus
he would in nowise be made to swerve from his purpose, and dauntlessly
ventured on the battle. Both of them left it wounded; and fought another
also on Agdar Ness with an emulous thirst for glory.

By the death of Amund, Fridleif was freed from a most bitter foe, and
obtained a deep and tranquil peace; whereupon he forced his savage
temper to the service of delight; and, transferring his ardour to love,
equipped a fleet in order to seek the marriage which had once been
denied him. At last he set forth on his voyage; and his fleet being
becalmed, he invaded some villages to look for food; where, being
received hospitably by a certain Grubb, and at last winning his daughter