“May the fire ne’er stay thy glory, nor the ocean-flood thy fame! 
  Through ages of all ages may the wide world praise thy name! 
  Yea, oft may the word be spoken when low we lie at rest;
  ‘It befell in the days of Gunnar, the happiest and the best!’
  All this may the high Gods give thee, and thereto a gift I give,
  The body of Queen Brynhild so long as both we live.”

With unmoved face, unfaltering, the blessing-words she said,
But the joy sprang up in Gunnar and increased his goodlihead,
And he cast his arms about her and kissed her on the mouth,
And he said: 
“The gift is greater than all treasure of the south;
As glad as my heart this moment, so glad may be thy life,
And the world be never weary of the joy of Gunnar’s wife!”

She spake no word, and smiled not, but she held his hand henceforth. 
And he said; “Now take the greetings of my men, the most of worth.”

Then she turned her face to the war-dukes, and hearkened to their praise,
And she spake in few words sweetly, and blessed their coming days. 
Then again spake Gunnar and said:  “Lo, Hogni my brother is this;
But Guttorm is far on the East-seas, and seeketh the warrior’s bliss;
A third there is of my brethren, and my house holds none so great;
In the hall by the side of my sister thy face doth he await.”

Then Brynhild gave fair greeting to Hogni, but anon she turned and questioned Gunnar of his words concerning that brother who awaited her in the hall.  “I deemed the sons of Giuki had been but three,” said Brynhild.  “This fourth, this hall-abider the mighty,—­is he akin to thee?”

And Gunnar answered: 
“He is nought of our blood,
But the Gods have sent him to usward to work us measureless good: 
It is even Sigurd the Volsung, the best man ever born,
The man that the Gods withstand not, my friend, and my brother sworn.”

She heard the name, and she changed not, but her feet went forth as he led,
And under the cloudy roof-tree Queen Brynhild bowed her head. 
Then, were there a man so ancient as had lived beyond his peers
On the earth, that beareth all things, a twice-told tale of years,
He had heard no sound so mighty as the shout that shook the wall
When Brynhild’s feet unhearkened first trod the Niblung hall. 
No whit the clamour stirred her; but her godlike eyes she raised
And betwixt the hedge of the earl-folk on the golden high-seat gazed,
And the man that sat by Gudrun:  but e’en as the rainless cloud
Ere the first of the tempest ariseth the latter sun doth shroud,
And men look round and shudder, so Grimhild came between
The silent golden Sigurd and the eyes of the mighty Queen,
And again heard Brynhild greeting, and again she spake and said: 

  “O Mother of the Niblungs, such hap be on thine head,
  As thy love for me, the stranger, was past the pain of words! 
  Mayst thou see thy son’s sons glorious in the meeting of the swords! 
  Mayst thou sleep and doubt thee nothing of the fortunes of thy race! 
  Mayst thou hear folk call yon high-seat the earth’s most happy place!”