-For a man who so trembling leans against the corner, is not now the right time to raise a single combat, he said. Farmer from Folketuna, I’ve never heard your voice so courteous and gentle, and what you at this moment at least yearn for, it is to see someone else’s blood. You have done much evil in your life, but in the accident, it was the man for a while, then the will of evil so completely loses its force, that there is no longer room with her other than that which is good. Then she gets for the moment or maybe for a day or a year, a brand new man, who no longer remembers or feels at what she had formerly been. And then she asks herself: ‘Why should I suffer so much, I, as yet not evil? Look here in my heart how full to the brim it is all good and how bitterly I pity me over my fate. For a misfortune it is to be punished so hard when you only feel good önskningar.-In that way she talks when, and so it is now with you, neighbor. How could I have the heart to play in such a moment, then you are a good and noble man, to punish you for something, which no longer is in you? Calm and smiling would you draw your weapon, and if you fell, you would know it undeserved. You are my worst enemy, and therefore I do not begrudge you not such an easy death at flowering grass. No, live, live and grow old without being able to die!

Folke Filbyter withdrew his arm from the corner and pointed with a questioning gesture on his sword once again to tempt the enemy. He did it with such perseverance and an obvious desire to finally get to fight and fall, as he had asked for a pardon.