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Tell me, I pray you, where I shall go; for you are wise, and you know the things which have been, and those which shall befall." "Ride back to Regin, the master of masters," answered Gripir. "He will tell thee of a wrong to be righted." And the ancient son of the giants withdrew into his lonely abode; and Siegfried, on the shining Greyfell, rode swiftly away towards the south.
And, when the meal was finished, the boy would have told his errand, but Regin stopped him. "Say nothing of your business to-night," said he; "for the hour is already late, and you are weary. Better lie down, and rest until the morrow; and then we will talk of the matter which has brought you hither."
Therewith went Sigurd to Regin, and bade him make a good sword thereof as he best might; Regin grew wroth thereat, but went into the smithy with the pieces of the sword, thinking well meanwhile that Sigurd pushed his head far enow into the matter of smithying. So he made a sword, and as he bore it forth from the forge, it seemed to the smiths as though fire burned along the edges thereof.
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
Then he called loudly for help: and his two sons, Fafnir and Regin, sturdy and valiant kin of the dwarf-folk, rushed in, and seized upon the huntsmen, and bound them hand and foot; for the three Asas, having taken upon themselves the forms of men, had no more than human strength, and were unable to withstand them. Then Odin and his fellows bemoaned their ill fate.
Then he went to his mother and begged the broken bits of Gram, and out of them Regin forged a new blade, that clove the anvil in the smithy, and cut a lock of wool borne down upon it by a running stream. 'Now, slay me Fafnir', said Regin; but Sigurd must first find out King Hunding's sons, and avenge his father Sigmund's death.
I am the lord of the Glittering Heath: I am the master of the Hoard. I am the master, and you are my thrall." Siegfried wondered at the change which had taken place in his old master; but he only smiled at his strange words, and made no answer. "You have slain my brother!" Regin cried; and his face grew fearfully black, and his mouth foamed with rage.
The word originally means sister, and is used throughout the Eddaic poems as a dignified synonym for woman, lady. Now Sigurd and Regin ride up the heath along that same way wherein Fafnir was wont to creep when he fared to the water; and folk say that thirty fathoms was the height of that cliff along which he lay when he drank of the water below.
The king ordered his men to seize them; but Regin put out the lights in the hall, and, in the confusion that followed, those who were friendly to the boys used the opportunity to obstruct those who would pursue them.
"It is the righting of a grievous wrong," answered Regin, "and the winning of treasures untold. Lo, many years have I waited for the coming of this day; and now my heart tells me that the hero so long hoped for is here, and the wisdom and the wealth of the world shall be mine." "But what is the wrong to be righted?" asked Siegfried. "And what is this treasure that you speak of as your own?"
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