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Then back unto the high-seat he wended soberly;

       For this was the thought within him; Belike the day shall come

       When I shall bide here lonely amid the Volsung home,

       Its glory and sole avenger, its after-summer seed.

       Yea, I am the hired of Odin, his workday will to speed,

       And the harvest-tide shall be heavy.—What then, were it come and past

       And I laid by the last of the sheaves with my wages earned at the last?

      He lifted his eyes as he thought it, for now was he come to his place,

       And there he stood by his father and met Siggeir face to face,

       And he saw him blithe and smiling, and heard him how he spake:

       "O best of the sons of Volsung, I am merry for thy sake

       And the glory that thou hast gained us; but whereas thine hand and heart

       Are e'en now the lords of the battle, how lack'st thou for thy part

       A matter to better the best? Wilt thou overgild fine gold

       Or dye the red rose redder? So I prithee let me hold

       This sword that comes to thine hand on the day I wed thy kin.

       For at home have I a store-house; there is mountain-gold therein

       The weight of a war-king's harness; there is silver plenteous store;

       There is iron, and huge-wrought amber, that the southern men love sore,

       When they sell me the woven wonder, the purple born of the sea;

       And it hangeth up in that bower, and all this is a gift for thee:

       But the sword that came to my wedding, methinketh it meet and right,

       That it lie on my knees in the council and stead me in the fight."

      But Sigmund laughed and answered, and he spake a scornful word:

       "And if I take twice that treasure, will it buy me Odin's sword,

       And the gift that the Gods have given? will it buy me again to stand

       Betwixt two mightiest world-kings with a longed-for thing in mine hand

       That all their might hath missed of? when the purple-selling men

       Come buying thine iron and amber, dost thou sell thine honour then?

       Do they wrap it in bast of the linden, or run it in moulds of earth?

       And shalt thou account mine honour as a matter of lesser worth?

       Came the sword to thy wedding, Goth-king, to thine hand it never came,

       And thence is thine envy whetted to deal me this word of shame."

      Black then was the heart of Siggeir, but his face grew pale and red,

       Till he drew a smile thereover, and spake the word and said:

       "Nay, pardon me, Signy's kinsman! when the heart desires o'ermuch

       It teacheth the tongue ill speaking, and my word belike was such.

       But the honour of thee and thy kindred, I hold it even as mine,

       And I love you as my heart-blood, and take ye this for a sign.

       I bid thee now King Volsung, and these thy glorious sons,

       And thine earls and thy dukes of battle and all thy mighty ones,

       To come to the house of the Goth-kings as honoured guests and dear

       And abide the winter over; that the dusky days and drear

       May be glorious with thy presence, that all folk may praise my life,

       And the friends that my fame hath gotten; and that this my new-wed wife

       Thine eyes may make the merrier till she bear my eldest born."

      Then speedily answered Volsung: "No king of the earth might scorn

       Such noble bidding, Siggeir; and surely will I come

       To look upon thy glory and the Goths' abundant home.

       But let two months wear over, for I have many a thing

       To shape and shear in the Woodland, as befits a people's king:

       And thou meanwhile here abiding of all my goods shalt be free,

       And then shall we twain together roof over the glass-green sea

       With the sides of our golden dragons; and our war-hosts' blended shields

       Shall fright the sea-abiders and the folk of the fishy fields."

      Answered the smooth-speeched Siggeir: "I thank thee well for this,

       And thy bidding is most kingly; yet take it not amiss

       That I wend my ways in the morning; for we Goth-folk know indeed

       That the sea is a foe full deadly, and a friend that fails at need."

      And for all the words of Volsung e'en so must the matter be,

       And Siggeir the Goth and Signy on the morn shall sail the sea.

      Then the feast sped on the fairer, far into the night, but amidst the mirth Sigmund and Signy were sad at heart. And before the sun was risen next day Signy came to her father in secret and begged him to stay in his own country rather than trust the guileful heart and murder-loving hand of Siggeir. But Volsung answered that he must go to be Siggeir's guest, for he could not break his pledged word through fear of peril. So on the morrow the smooth-speeched Siggeir departed with Signy, and when two months were passed Volsung made ready to visit them.

      How the Volsungs fared to the Land of the Goths, and of the fall of King Volsung.

       So now, when all things were ready, in the first of the autumn tide

       Adown unto the swan-bath the Volsung Children ride;

       And lightly go a shipboard, a goodly company,

       Though the tale thereof be scanty and their ships no more than three:

       But kings' sons dealt with the sail-sheets and earls and dukes of war

       Were the halers of the hawsers and the tuggers at the oar.

      But when the sun on the morrow shone over earth and sea

       Ashore went the Volsung Children a goodly company,

       And toward King Siggeir's dwelling o'er heath and holt they went.

       But when they came to the topmost of a certain grassy bent,

       Lo there lay the land before them as thick with shield and spear

       As the rich man's wealthiest acre with the harvest of the year.

       There bade King Volsung tarry and dight the wedge-array;

       "For duly," he said, "doeth Siggeir to meet his guests by the way."

       So shield by shield they serried, nor ever hath been told

       Of any host of battle more glorious with the gold;

       And there stood the high King Volsung in the very front of war;

       And lovelier was his visage than ever heretofore,

       As he rent apart the peace-strings that his brand of battle bound

       And the bright blade gleamed to the heavens, and he cast the sheath to the ground.

       Then up the steep came the Goth-folk, and the spear-wood drew anigh,

       And earth's face shook beneath them, yet cried they never a cry;

       And the Volsungs stood all silent, although forsooth at whiles

       O'er the faces grown earth-weary would play the flickering smiles,

       And swords would clink and rattle: not long had they to bide,

       For soon that flood of murder flowed

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