(2) So he drew his sword and smote it into the tree-
trunk so that it sank in up to the hilts; and all held back from
greeting the man. Then he took up the word, and said --
"Whoso draweth this sword from this stock, shall have the same as
a gift from me, and shall find in good sooth that never bare he
better sword in hand than is this."
Therewith out went the old man from the hall, and none knew who
he was or whither he went.
Now men stand up, and none would fain be the last to lay hand to
the sword, for they deemed that he would have the best of it who
might first touch it; so all the noblest went thereto first, and
then the others, one after other; but none who came thereto might
avail to pull it out, for in nowise would it come away howsoever
they tugged at it; but now up comes Sigmund, King Volsung's son,
and sets hand to the sword, and pulls it from the stock, even as
if it lay loose before him; so good that weapon seemed to all,
that none thought he had seen such a sword before, and Siggeir
would fain buy it of him at thrice its weight of gold, but
Sigmund said --
"Thou mightest have taken the sword no less than I from there
whereas it stood, if it had been thy lot to bear it; but now,
since it has first of all fallen into my hand, never shalt thou
have it, though thou biddest therefor all the gold thou hast.
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