Then Sigurd spake
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"How sayedst thou, Regin, that this drake (1) was no greater than
other lingworms; methinks the track of him is marvellous great?"
Then said Regin, "Make thee a hole, and sit down therein, and
whenas the worm comes to the water, smite him into the heart, and
so do him to death, and win thee great fame thereby."
But Sigurd said, "What will betide me if I be before the blood of
the worm?"
Says Regin, "Of what avail to counsel thee if thou art still
afeard of everything? Little art thou like thy kin in stoutness
of heart."
Then Sigurd rides right over the heath; but Regin gets him gone,
sore afeard.
But Sigurd fell to digging him a pit, and whiles he was at that
work, there came to him an old man with a long beard, and asked
what he wrought there, and he told him.
Then answered the old man and said, "Thou doest after sorry
counsel: rather dig thee many pits, and let the blood run
therein; but sit thee down in one thereof, and so thrust the
worm's heart through.
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