"This sort: That neither of us shall drink anything alone, but always
together, evenly; what one drinks, that the other also must drink,
without fail, and the one who outdrinks the other wins."
The left-handed man reflects: "The sky is clouded, my belly is
swelling; I am greatly bored; the way is long, and my native land
is not visible beyond the waves; 't will be more merry to make this
wager."
"Good," says he; "done!"
"Only, it must be on honor."
"Don't bother yourself on that score."
So they agreed, and shook hands on it.