Said Hiordis:  “I wot, my father, that hereof may strife arise;
  Yet soon spoken is mine answer; for I, who am called the wise,
  Shall I thrust by the praise of the people, and the tale that no ending
       hath,
  And the love and the heart of the godlike, and the heavenward-leading path,
  For the rose and the stem of the lily, and the smooth-lipped youngling’s
       kiss,
  And the eyes’ desire that passeth, and the frail unstable bliss? 
  Now shalt thou tell King Sigmund, that I deem it the crown of my life
  To dwell in the house of his fathers amidst all peace and strife.”

* * * * *

  Now the king’s heart sore misgave him, but herewith must he be content,
  And great gifts to the earl of Lyngi and a word withal he sent,
  That the woman’s troth was plighted to another people’s king. 
  But King Sigmund’s earl on the morrow hath joyful yea-saying,
  And ere two moons be perished he shall fetch his bride away. 
  “And bid him,” King Eylimi sayeth, “to come with no small array,
  But with sword and shield and war-shaft, lest aught of ill betide.”

  So forth goes the earl of Sigmund across the sea-flood wide,
  And comes to the land of the Volsungs, and meeteth Sigmund the king,
  And tells how he sped on his errand, and the joyful yea-saying. 
  So King Sigmund maketh him ready, and they ride adown to the sea
  All glorious of gear and raiment, and a goodly company. 
  Yet hath Sigmund thought of his father, and the deed he wrought before,
  And hath scorn to gather his people and all his hosts of war
  To wend to the feast and the wedding:  yet are their long-ships ten,
  And the shielded folk aboard them are the mightiest men of men. 
  So Sigmund goeth a shipboard, and they hoist their sails to the wind,
  And the beaks of the golden dragons leave the Volsungs’ land behind. 
  Then come they to Eylimi’s kingdom, and good welcome have they there,
  And when Sigmund looked on Hiordis, he deemed her wise and fair. 
  But her heart was exceeding fain when she saw the glorious king,
  And it told her of times that should be full many a noble thing.

  So there is Sigmund wedded at a great and goodly feast,
  And day by day on Hiordis the joy of her heart increased;
  And her father joyed in Sigmund and his might and majesty,
  And dead in the heart of the Isle-king his ancient fear did lie.

  Yet, forsooth, had men looked seaward, they had seen the gathering cloud,
  And the little wind arising, that should one day pipe so loud. 
  For well may ye wot indeed that King Lyngi the Mighty is wroth,
  When he getteth the gifts and the answer, and that tale of the woman’s
       troth: 
  And he saith he will have the gifts and the woman herself withal,
  Either for loving or hating, and that both those heads shall fall.