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Updated: May 29, 2025
Mimer is my master, and my father early taught me that even princes must obey their masters' behests." Then Regin laughed, and asked, "How long art thou to be Mimer's thrall? Does no work wait for thee but at his smoky forge?"
"What did Siegfried do with the golden treasure?" asked Hans, when his father had reached this point in the story. "He had not sought it for himself, but for Mimer's sake. All he cared for was the power of killing the serpent." As soon as this was done, Mimer drew near and showed himself ungrateful and untrue.
When the time which had been set drew near, Mimer, bearing the sword Balmung, and followed by all his pupils and apprentices, wended his way towards the place of meeting. Through the forest they went, and then along the banks of the sluggish river, for many a league, to the height of land which marked the line between King Siegmund's country and the country of the Burgundians.
"When Mimer gives me leave, and Odin calls me," answered the lad, "then I, too, will go faring over the world, like my kin of the earlier days, to carve me a name and great glory, and a place with the noble of earth." Regin said not a word; but he took his harp, and smote the strings, and a sad, wild music filled the room.
Then, in sight of Mimer and the sneering apprentices, he cast a light ball of fine-spun wool upon the flowing water of the brook; and it was caught in the swift eddies of the stream, and whirled about until it met the bared blade of the sword, which was held in Mimer's hands. And it was parted as easily and clean as the rippling water, and not the smallest thread was moved out of its place.
The giant, no longer boastful, stooped down, gathered up the two parts of the armor, and went with his friends into a far country. Mimer took the wonderful sword and went back to his place in the blacksmith shop, still the master of all the smiths. Very few people, however, knew that it was the king's own son, Siegfried, who had made the wonderful sword.
All the livelong day they would hammer on their little anvils, but all through the long night they would dance and play with tiny little Nibelung women. It was not in the little dark town of Nibelung that Mimer had his forge, but under the trees of the great forest to which Siegfried had been sent.
"Are you ready?" asked the smith. "Ready," answered Amilias. "Strike!" Mimer raised the beaming blade in the air, and for a moment the lightning seemed to play around his head. The muscles on his short, brawny arms, stood out like great ropes; and then Balmung, descending, cleft the air from right to left.
As Mimer or his pupils wielded their tools the wild beasts would start from their lair, and the swift birds would wing their flight through the mazes of the wood, lest danger lay in those heavy, resounding strokes.
Then, as if moved by a sudden impulse, he turned to the master, and said, "You speak of the Norns, dear master, and of their foretelling; but your words are vague, and their meaning very broad. When shall that hero come? and who shall he be? and what deeds shall be his doing?" "Alas!" answered Mimer, "I know not, save that he shall be of the Volsung race, and that my fate is linked with his."
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