deck,
    Though nought I know to tell it:  then Siggeir hailed them fair,
    And called forth many a blessing on the hearts that bode his snare. 
    Then were the gangways shipped, and blown was the parting horn,
    And the striped sails drew with the wind, and away was Signy borne
    White on the shielded long-ship, a grief in the heart of the gold;
    Nor once would she turn her about the strand of her folk to behold.

    Thenceforward dwelt the Volsungs in exceeding glorious state,
    And merry lived King Volsung, abiding the day of his fate;
    But when the months aforesaid were well-nigh worn away
    To his sons and his folk of counsel he fell these words to say: 
    “Ye mind you of Signy’s wedding and of my plighted troth
    To go in two months’ wearing to the house of Siggeir the Goth: 
    Nor will I hide how Signy then spake a warning word
    And did me to wit that her husband was a grim and guileful lord,
    And would draw us to our undoing for envy and despite
    Concerning the Sword of Odin, and for dread of the Volsung might. 
    Now wise is Signy my daughter and knoweth nought but sooth: 
    Yet are there seasons and times when for longing and self-ruth
    The hearts of women wander, and this maybe is such;
    Nor for her word of Siggeir will I trow it overmuch,
    Nor altogether doubt it, since the woman is wrought so wise;
    Nor much might my heart love Siggeir for all his kingly guise. 
    Yet, shall a king hear murder when a king’s mouth blessing saith? 
    So maybe he is bidding me honour, and maybe he is bidding me death: 
    Let him do after his fashion, and I will do no less. 
    In peace will I go to his bidding let the spae-wrights ban or bless;
    And no man now or hereafter of Volsung’s blenching shall tell. 
    But ye, sons, in the land shall tarry, and heed the realm right well,
    Lest the Volsung Children fade, and the wide world worser grow.”

    But with one voice cried all men, that they one and all would go
    To gather the Goth-king’s honour, or let one fate go over all
    If he bade them to battle and murder, till each by each should fall. 
    So spake the sons of his body, and the wise in wisdom and war. 
    Nor yet might it otherwise be, though Volsung bade full sore
    That he go in some ship of the merchants with his life alone in his
      hand;
    With such love he loved his kindred, and the people of his land. 
    But at last he said: 
                        “So be it; for in vain I war with fate,
    Who can raise up a king from the dunghill and make the feeble great. 
    We will go, a band of friends, and be merry whatever shall come,
    And the Gods, mine own forefathers, shall take counsel of our home.”