CHAP. XXX.
Of the Slaying of Sigurd Fafnir’s-bane.
THEREAFTER Brynhild went out, and sat under her bower-wall, and had many words of wailing to say, and still she cried that all things were loathsome to her, both land and lordship alike, so she might not have Sigurd.
But therewith came Gunnar to her yet again, and Brynhild spake, “Thou shalt lose both realm and wealth, and thy life and me, for I shall fare home to my kin, and abide there in sorrow, unless thou slayest Sigurd and his son; never nourish thou a wolfcub.”
Gunnar grew sick at heart thereat, and might nowise see what fearful thing lay beneath it all; he was bound to Sigurd by oath, and this way and that way swung the heart within him; but at the last he bethought him of the measureless shame if his wife went from him, and he said within himself, “Brynhild is bettter to me than all things else, and the fairest woman of all women, and I will lay down my life rather than lose the love of her.” And herewith he called to him his brother and spake,—
“Trouble is heavy on me,” and he tells him that he must needs slay Sigurd, for that he has failed him where
