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 But thou, Sigurd, slewest the Worm, and rodest the fire through; yea, and for my sake, and not one of the sons of King Giuki.”

Sigurd answers, “I am not thy husband, and thou art not my wife; yet did a farfamed king pay dower to thee.”

Says Brynhild, “Never looked I at Gunnar in such a wise that my heart smiled on him; and hard and fell am I to him, though I hide it from others.”

“A marvellous thing,” says Sigurd, “not to love such a king; what angers thee most? for surely his love should be better to thee than gold.”

“This is the sorest sorrow to me,” she said, “that the bitter sword is not reddened in thy blood.”

“Have no fear thereof!” says he, “no long while to wait or the bitter sword stand deep in my heart; and no worse needest thou to pray for thyself, for thou wilt not live when I am dead; the days of our two lives shall be few enough from henceforth.”

Brynhild answers, “Enough and to spare of bale is in thy speech, since thou bewrayedst me, and didst twin me and all bliss;—naught do I heed my life or death.”

Sigurd answers, “Ah, live, and love King Gunnar and me withal! and all my wealth will I give thee if thou die not.”

Brynhild answers, “Thou knowest me not, nor the heart that is in me; for thou art the first and best of all men, and I am become the most loathsome of all women to thee.”

“This is truer,” says Sigurd, “that I loved thee better than myself, though I fell into the wiles from whence our lives may not escape; for whenso my own heart and