THE SCENE: In the medieval German Saga of Didrik of Bern, a “fight to the death” is often the surest path to lifelong friendship.
THE TEXT: Didrik rode out of Bern, and Heym was there waiting for him. They spurred their horses, and each struck the other’s shield. Neither came off his horse. They rode together a second time, and the same thing happened. Then they rode a third time together. Heym struck through Didrik’s shield and tore the armour, but he was not injured. Didrik struck through Heym’s shield and through the armour twice, and Heym was also uninjured. Sir Didrik’s horse fell to the ground, but still he stayed in the saddle. Both lances were broken. They both leapt off their horses and drew their swords. They came together and fought so bravely that neither wanted to flee from the other, not even as far as a foot is wide. Then Heym struck with all his might on Didrik’s helmet, Hillegrim. The helmet was hard, and the sword broke in two at the hilt.
When he saw that he had no weapon, he said to Didrik: “Let me live. I will gladly serve you.” Didrik answered: “Swear to me your loyal service.” “Gladly,” said Heym. And with that it was settled. They rode back into the castle and were good friends.
– The Saga of Didrik of Bern, 15th Century AD
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