(20) Ikov could feel the spirit searching. Unpleasant memories stirred in his mind: disappointments, hurts, insults; forgotten memories: slights he had not understood, suspicions he had not entertained. The two began to ride with greater speed; their spiral tightened. Thoughts raged across his mind, but Ikov did not yield to them. He concentrated upon the desires that guided him: a desire for justice, for respect for the natures of things, for persons, his desire for freedom and for all else he loved - he hardly thought his thoughts; he felt them and lived in them, and remained calm. The pressures upon his mind increased; he received the beating patiently; he would not yield.
(21) Then Ikov knew the moment had come. He did not know whether he would prevail, but that could not be helped. He and the spirit broke their spiral, and each rode straight at the other. Converging quickly, they converged also in mind: Ikov raced toward the figure and, seeing through the dark and narrow visor, also toward himself. And Ikov felt the brooding grudge down deep, possessing and possessed by it: and as the spears closed in, he undid the evil spell: he, as the knight in black himself, forgave the old offence, and the spirit disappeared.
(22) The armies watched in awe. Ikov rode right through the spirit and his beast; he himself flew through the air and smashed into the ground: his spear and shield were shattered, and his beast too had disappeared. After a moment, he stood up, and all his forces cheered. Struck with terror, some of the remaining Asgarnians fled, and others, driven mad, charged into the field towards victorious Ikov. Ikov's troops charged also. Ikov stood dazed from the joust. All around him, his soldiers slaughtered the remaining enemy, and the battle for the Asgarnian lands was won.