5
‘Men sing of serpents
ceaseless guarding
gold and silver
greedy-hearted;
but fell Fafnir
folk all name him
of dragons direst,
dreaming evil.’
6
‘Dragons all are dire
to the dull-hearted;
yet venom feared not
Volsung’s children.’
‘Eager thou urgest me,
though of age untried –
tell me now truly
why thou tauntest me!’
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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.
8
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.
9
There wrought Regin
by the red embers
rough iron hewing
and runes marking;
there Fafnir lay
by the fire sleeping,
fell-hearted son,
fiercely dreaming.
10
“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.
11
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.
12
“Shall not brethren share
in brother’s ransom
their grief to gladden? –
gold is healing.”
“The wreathed rings
I will rule alone,
as long as life is
they leave me never!”
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