With that Emund Ulvbane motioned to one of his retainers to come and fetch the silver while he remained standing there with his hands on his hips. With disdainful glances he sought his enemies' eyes. But the only person on the other side to meet his gaze was one of those he had called a bitch puppy, a young man with a sheeplike, innocent face who looked at him without the wit to feel fear. Instead his expression seemed to display astonishment and pity.

   Then a great tumult and loud shouting erupted at the tingand much uneasiness. Many men hurried away, because the peace that had seemed so secure was now in grave peril.

   In the Folkung tent the men soon gathered to deliberate, and the mood was sorrowful. Both Joar Jedvardsson and Birger Brosa, who had some knowledge of the law, said they had a bad feeling about what the law now prescribed about someone who had so openly used words of abuse at the ting, and what sort of response was allowed in such a case. They could not defend themselves with silver this time.

   They would have to wait until Judge Karle came and recited the law, and it was a dismal wait during which not much was said. Eskil saw to it that a cask of ale was brought in and tankards for one and all, but they drank in silence, as if at the beginning of a funeral ale.

   When Judge Karle entered the tent it was immediately apparent from his face that he was weighed down by sorrow and worry. He greeted the men briefly and then got straight to the point.

   "Kinsmen, you want to know what the law says about the words of abuse that have now been spoken. I shall tell you the law, and then you will have to decide for yourselves the wisest course of action, for in this I have nothing to say. But regarding these insults we heard Emund utter, the law is so clear that I don't believe Emund himself could have spoken such sharp rebukes without having many consultations and much advice. For hear now the law, I shall recite it to you at once."

   When he noticed that ale was being served, he paused and took a tankard, drinking several deep drafts as he looked as though he were reviewing the law in his mind. Then he set down the tankard, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and in a high, singing voice he recited the text of the law:

    If any man utters words of abuse to another: "You bear no semblance to a man nor are you a man in your heart." "I am a man like you." They shall meet where three roads converge. If the one who said the words comes, and the one who received them does not, then he must remain as he was called; he may not act as an oath-swearer, nor is he competent to witness, either in the case of a man or a woman. On the other hand, should the one who received the words come, while the one who said the words does not, then the one insulted must shout three times "outlaw" and make a mark for him on the ground. Then he would be worse than the one who now spoke it, since he did not dare step forth. Now they both meet, fully armed. If the one falls who received the words, to him is charged half the price of a man. If the one falls who gave the words and word felony is worst, the tongue is the bane of the head, then he shall be deemed an outlaw.

It was quiet for a long while in the tent as all pondered the law. Judge Karle sat down and again reached for his ale, and soon everyone's gaze was directed toward Birger Brosa, who sat with his head bowed in sadness. He noticed this and understood that now he would have to be the one to speak the evil that most of the men in the tent might already be thinking, for his brother Magnus was white in the face, as if paralyzed.

   "To meet Emund Ulvbane in single combat is for many a good man, also better men than those of us who sit here, the same as certain death," he began with a deep sigh. "It is also what King Karl and his advisers have slyly plotted, and that was why Emund was granted land bordering Arnäs, for this very case. My brother Magnus now has to choose between meeting Emund with a sword or becoming a man without honor, and that is a choice I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. But that is how the matter stands, and I have no good advice to give."

   Magnus said nothing, nor did he look as if he wanted to say anything just now. Instead Joar Jedvardsson began to speak.

   "With such offense has King Karl rewarded our striving to keep war at bay," he began heavily. "But the war will come sooner or later, as Karl Sverkersson now has shown, and all of us who sit here understand as much. The reason that my brother's son, the aspirant king Knut Eriksson, chose not to come to this landstingwas that then the peace of the tingwould be difficult to maintain. But Knut is the one who with falseness and murder on orders from Karl Sverkersson was robbed of his father and his crown, and soon the time will be ripe, as we all know, for us to demand honor again. So I ask you all, my kinsmen, of what use would it be now for Magnus to offer his life? Many a man would follow Magnus Folkesson into battle behind the emblem of the Folkungs, but forgive me if I now speak as frankly as the case demands. It is less certain that as many would follow Eskil Magnusson. If Magnus has to die for our case, if God so wills, then he would die better on the battlefield in the war that must come. Now all of us in the Erik clan and the Folkung clan should at the same time break camp and march away from here. Then we will all have shown together where we stand. That is my opinion."

   "That was wisely spoken, my dear kinsman," said Birger Brosa, but at the same time he squirmed with obvious discomfort, which to those who knew him showed that he probably meant the opposite of what he'd said. "However, the situation is clear. If Magnus does not come to the single combat he is an outcast, a man without honor who is not even competent to bear witness. Such a man cannot lead the Folkungs; it has never happened before and must not happen now. That much we know, but Karl Sverkersson knows it too, just as do his sly advisers who have put us in this predicament. Magnus can choose between only two things. This is difficult for a brother to say, but I must speak the truth. Either he marches off with his life intact but as a man without honor. Or else he goes to a single combat in which only a miracle of the saints can save his life. The latter choice is the better one. For no combat is decided in advance. But he who flees in cowardice has decided everything for the rest of his days. So it is."

   Judge Karle stood up heavily and explained that he had nothing to add to this matter since there was no ambiguity as to the content of the law. And the difficult decision that the three clan leaders now had to make would be no easier because there were more men present. He was shaking his head sorrowfully as he left the tent.

   It was quiet after his departure. They all now turned to hear what Magnus himself would say, for the biggest decision, if not the only one, was his. It was not merely a matter of his life but also the honor of the Folkungs.