J. Tolkien - The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrún

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The forge was smoking

in the forest-darkness;

there wrought Regin

by the red embers.

There was Sigurd sent,

seed of Völsung,

lore deep to learn;

long his fostering.

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Runes of wisdom

then Regin taught him,

and weapons’ wielding,

works of mastery;

the language of lands,

lore of kingship,

wise words he spake

in the wood’s fastness.

Regin

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‘Full well couldst thou wield

wealth and kingship,

O son of Sigmund,

a sire’s treasure.’

Sigurd

‘My father is fallen,

his folk scattered,

his wealth wasted,

in war taken!’

Regin

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‘A hoard have I heard

on a heath lying,

gold more glorious

than greatest king’s.

Wealth and worship

would wait on thee,

if thou durst to deal

with its dragon master.’

Sigurd

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‘Men sing of serpents

ceaseless guarding

gold and silver

greedy-hearted;

but fell Fáfnir

folk all name him

of dragons direst,

dreaming evil.’

Regin

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‘Dragons all are dire

to the dull-hearted;

yet venom feared not

Völsung’s children.’

Sigurd

‘Eager thou urgest me,

though of age untried –

tell me now truly

why thou tauntest me!’

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Regin

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‘

The

falls of Andvari

frothed and spouted

with fish teeming

in foaming pools.

There Otr sported,

mine own brother;

to snare salmon

sweet he thought it.

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With stone smote him,

stripped him naked,

a robber roving

ruthless-handed;

at Hreidmar’s house

hailed my father,

that fairest fell

for food offered.

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There wrought Regin

by the red embers

rough iron hewing

and runes marking;

there Fáfnir lay

by the fire sleeping,

fell-hearted son,

fiercely dreaming.

(Hreidmar)

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“Redgolden rings,

ransom costly,

this fell must fill,

this fur cover.”

From the foaming force

as a fish netted

was Dwarf Andvari

dragged and plundered.

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All

must Andvari,

all surrender,

light rings and heavy,

or life itself.

In Hreidmar’s house

heaped he laid them,

gold ring on gold,

a great weregild.

(Regin & Fáfnir)

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“Shall not brethren share

in brother’s ransom

their grief to gladden? –

gold is healing.”

(Hreidmar)

“The wreathéd rings

I will rule alone,

as long as life is

they leave me never!”

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Then Fáfnir’s heart

fiercely stung him;

Hreidmar he hewed

in his house asleep.

Fáfnir’s heart

as a fire burneth:

part nor portion

he pays to Regin.

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In

dragon’s

likeness

darkling lies he;

deep his dungeons,

and dread he knows not.

A helm of horror

his head weareth

on

Gnitaheiði

grimly creeping.’

Sigurd

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‘With kin unkindly

wert thou cursed Regin!

His fire and venom

affright me not!

Yet why thou eggest me,

I ask thee still –

for father’s vengeance,

or for Fáfnir’s gold?’

Regin

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‘A sire avenged

were sweet to Regin;

the gold thy guerdon,

the glory thine.

A sword for Sigurd

will the smith fashion,

the blade most bitter

ever borne to war.’

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The forge was smoking,

the fire smouldered.

Two swords there fashioned

twice he broke them:

hard the anvil

hewed he mightily –

sword was splintered,

smith was angered.

Sigurd

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‘Sigrlinn, say me,

was sooth told me

of gleaming shards

of Grímnir’s sword?

Sigmund’s son

now seeks them from thee –

now Gram shall Regin

guileless weld me!’

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The forge was flaring,

the fire blazing:

a blade they brought him

with blue edges;

they flickered with flame,

as it flashed singing –

the cloven anvil

clashed asunder.

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The Rhine river

ran by swiftly;

there tufts of wool

on the tide he cast.

Sharp it shore them

in the sheer water:

glad grew Sigurd,

Gram there brandished.

Sigurd

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‘Where lies the heath

and hoard golden?

Now rede me Regin

of roads thither!’

Regin

‘Far lies Fáfnir

in the fells hiding –

a horse must thou have,

high and sturdy.’

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In Busiltarn ran

blue the waters,

green grew the grass

for grazing horse.

A man them minded

mantled darkly,

hoary-bearded,

huge and ancient.

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They drove the horses

into deep currents;

to the bank they backed

from the bitter water.

But grey Grani

gladly swam there:

Sigurd chose him,

swift and flawless.

Man

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‘In the stud of Sleipnir,

steed of Ódin,

was sired this horse,

swiftest, strongest.

Ride now! ride now!

rocks and mountains,

horse and hero,

hope of Ódin!’

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Gand rode Regin

and Grani Sigurd;

the waste lay withered,

wide and empty.

Fathoms thirty fell

the fearful cliff

whence the dragon bowed him

drinking thirsty.

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In deep hollow

on the dark hillside

long there lurked he;

the land trembled.

Forth came Fáfnir,

fire his breathing;

down the mountain rushed

mists of poison.

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The fire

and fume

over fearless head

rushed by

roaring

;

rocks were groaning.

The black belly,

bent and coiling,

over hidden hollow

hung and glided.

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Gram was brandished;

grimly ringing

to the hoary stone

heart it sundered.

In Fáfnir’s throe

were threshed as flails

his writhing limbs

and reeking head.

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Black flowed the blood,

belching drenched him;

in the hollow hiding

hard grew Sigurd.

Swift now sprang he

sword withdrawing:

there each saw other

with eyes of hate.

Fáfnir

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‘O man of mankind!

What man begot thee?

Who forged the flame

for Fáfnir’s heart?’

Sigurd

‘As the wolf I walk

wild and lonely,

no father owning,

a flame bearing.’

Fáfnir

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‘A wolf was thy sire –

full well I know it!

Who egged thee eager

to mine undoing?’

Sigurd

‘My sire was Sigmund,

seed of Völsung;

my heart egged me,

my hand answered.’

Fáfnir

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‘Nay! Regin wrought this,

rogue and master!

O son of Sigmund!

sooth I tell thee:

my guarded gold

gleams with evil,

bale it bringeth

to both my foes.’

Sigurd

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‘Life each must leave

on his latest day,

yet gold gladly

will grasp living!’

Fáfnir

‘Fools! saith Fáfnir –

with fate of woe

this gold is glamoured.

Grasp not! Flee thou!’

Sigurd

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‘A fool, saith Sigurd,

could not fend himself

with helm of horror –

hell now seize him!’

In the heather had hidden

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