Now Gudrun lay asleep on Sigurd's bosom, but she woke up unto woe
that may not be told of, all swimming in the blood of him, and in
such wise did she bewail her with weeping and words of sorrow,
that Sigurd rose up on the bolster, and spake.
"Weep not," said he, "for thy brothers live for thy delight; but
a young son have I, too young to be ware of his foes; and an ill
turn have these played against their own fortune; for never will
they get a mightier brother-in-law to ride abroad with them; nay,
nor a better son to their sister, than this one, if he may grow
to man's estate. Lo, now is that come to pass which was foretold
me long ago, but from mine eyes has it been hidden, for none may
fight against his fate and prevail. Behold this has Brynhild
brought to pass, even she who loves me before all men; but this
may I swear, that never have I wrought ill to Gunnar, but rather
have ever held fast to my oath with him, nor was I ever too much
a friend to his wife. And now if I had been forewarned, and had
been afoot with my weapons, then should many a man have lost his
life or ever I had fallen, and all those brethren should have
been slain, and a harder work would the slaying of me have been
than the slaying of the mightiest bull or the mightiest boar of
the wild-wood.
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