"For his wounding-wand
All wrought with gold,
The king beloved
Laid between us;
Without were its edges
Wrought with fire,
But with venom-drops
Deep dyed within."
Thus this song telleth of the death of Sigurd, and setteth forth
how that they slew him without doors; but some say that they slew
him within doors, sleeping in his bed. But the Dutch Folk say
that they slew him out in the wood: and so sayeth the ancient
song of Gudrun, that Sigurd and the sons of Giuki were riding to
the Thing whenas he was slain. But all with one accord say that
they bewrayed him in their troth with him, and fell on him as he
lay unarrayed and unawares.
THE SECOND OR ANCIENT LAY OF GUDRUN.
Thiodrek the King was in Atli's house, and had lost there the
more part of his men: so there Thiodrek and Gudrun bewailed their
troubles one to the other, and she spake and said: --
A may of all mays
My mother reared me
Bright in bower;
Well loved I my brethren,
Until that Giuki
With gold arrayed me,
With gold arrayed me,
And gave me to Sigurd.
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