the day I wed thy kin. 
  For at home have I a store-house; there is mountain-gold therein
  The weight of a war-king’s harness; there is silver plenteous store;
  There is iron, and huge-wrought amber, that the southern men love sore,
  When they sell me the woven wonder, the purple born of the sea;
  And it hangeth up in that bower, and all this is a gift for thee: 
  But the sword that came to my wedding, methinketh it meet and right,
  That it lie on my knees in the council and stead me in the fight.”

  But Sigmund laughed and answered, and he spake a scornful word: 
  “And if I take twice that treasure, will it buy me Odin’s sword,
  And the gift that the Gods have given? will it buy me again to stand
  Betwixt two mightiest world-kings with a longed-for thing in mine hand
  That all their might hath missed of? when the purple-selling men
  Come buying thine iron and amber, dost thou sell thine honour then? 
  Do they wrap it in bast of the linden, or run it in moulds of earth? 
  And shalt thou account mine honour as a matter of lesser worth? 
  Came the sword to thy wedding, Goth-king, to thine hand it never came,
  And thence is thine envy whetted to deal me this word of shame.”

  Black then was the heart of Siggeir, but his face grew pale and red,
  Till he drew a smile thereover, and spake the word and said: 
  “Nay, pardon me, Signy’s kinsman! when the heart desires o’ermuch
  It teacheth the tongue ill speaking, and my word belike was such. 
  But the honour of thee and thy kindred, I hold it even as mine,
  And I love you as my heart-blood, and take ye this for a sign. 
  I bid thee now King Volsung, and these thy glorious sons,
  And thine earls and thy dukes of battle and all thy mighty ones,
  To come to the house of the Goth-kings as honoured guests and dear
  And abide the winter over; that the dusky days and drear
  May be glorious with thy presence, that all folk may praise my life,
  And the friends that my fame hath gotten; and that this my new-wed wife
  Thine eyes may make the merrier till she bear my eldest born.”

  Then speedily answered Volsung:  “No king of the earth might scorn
  Such noble bidding, Siggeir; and surely will I come
  To look upon thy glory and the Goths’ abundant home. 
  But let two months wear over, for I have many a thing
  To shape and shear in the Woodland, as befits a people’s king: 
  And thou meanwhile here abiding of all my goods shalt be free,
  And then shall we twain together roof over the glass-green sea
  With the sides of our golden dragons; and our war-hosts’ blended shields
  Shall fright the sea-abiders and the folk of the fishy fields.”

  Answered the smooth-speeched Siggeir:  “I thank thee well for this,
  And thy bidding is most kingly; yet take it not amiss
  That I wend my ways in the morning; for we Goth-folk know indeed
  That the sea is a foe full deadly, and a friend that fails at need.”