"
They did so, and drave the horses down into the deeps of the
river, and all swam back to land but one horse; and that horse
Sigurd chose for himself; grey he was of hue, and young of years,
great of growth, and fair to look on, nor had any man yet crossed
his back.
Then spake the grey-beard, "From Sleipnir's kin is this horse
come, and he must be nourished heedfully, for it will be the best
of all horses;" and therewithal he vanished away.
So Sigurd called the horse Grani, the best of all the horses of
the world; nor was the man he met other than Odin himself.
Now yet again spake Regin to Sigurd, and said --
"Not enough is thy wealth, and I grieve right sore, that thou
must needs run here and there like s churl's son; but I can tell
thee where there is much wealth for the winning, and great name
and honour to be won in getting of it."
Sigurd asked where that might be, and who had watch and ward over
it.
Regin answered, "Fafnir is his name, and but a little way hence
he lies, on the waste of Gnita-heath; and when thou comest there
thou mayst well say that thou hast never seen more gold heaped
together in one place, and that none might desire more treasure,
though he were the most ancient and famed of all kings.
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