Now cometh an earl to King Giuki as he sits in godlike wise
    With his sons, the Kings of battle, and his wife of the glittering
      eyes,
    And the King cries out at his coming to tell why the watch-horns blew;
    But the earl saith:  “Lord of the people, choose now what thou wilt do;
    For here is a strange new-comer, and he saith, to thee alone
    Will he tell of his name and his kindred, and the deeds that his hand
      hath done. 
    But he beareth a Helm of Aweing and a Hauberk all of gold,
    That hath not its like in the heavens nor has earth of its fellow told;
    And strange is all his raiment, and he beareth a Dwarf-wrought sword,
    And his war-steed beareth beneath him red rings of a mighty Hoard,
    And the ancient gems of the sea-floor:  there he sits on his
      cloud-grey steed,
    And his eyes are bright in the even, and we deem him mighty indeed,
    And our hearts are upraised at his coming; but how shall I tell thee
      or say
    If he be a King of the Kings and a lord of the earthly day,
    Or if rather the Gods be abroad and he be one of these? 
    But forsooth no battle he biddeth, nor craveth he our peace. 
    So choose herein, King Giuki, wilt thou bid the man begone
    To his house of the earth or the heavens, lest a worser deed be won,
    Or wilt thou bid him abide in the Niblung peace and love? 
    And meseems if thus thou doest, thou shalt never repent thee thereof.”

    Then uprose the King of the Niblungs, and was clad in purple and pall,
    And his sheathed sword lay in his hand, as he gat him adown the hall,
    And abroad through the Niblung doorway; and a mighty man he was,
    And wise and ancient of days:  so there by the earls doth he pass,
    And beholdeth the King on the war-steed and looketh up in his face: 
    But Sigurd smileth upon him in the Niblungs’ fenced place,
    As the King saith:  “Gold-bestrider, who into our garth wouldst ride,
    Wilt thou tell thy name to a King, who biddeth thee here abide
    And have all good at our hands? for unto the Niblungs’ home
    And the heart of a war-fain people from the weary road are ye come;
    And I am Giuki the King:  so now if thou nam’st thee a God,
    Look not to see me tremble; for I know of such that have trod
    Unfeared in the Burg of the Niblungs; nor worser, nor better at all
    May fare the folk of the Gods than the Kings in Giuki’s hall;
    So I bid thee abide in my house, and when many days are o’er,
    Thou shalt tell us at last of thine errand, if thou bear us peace or
      war.”

    Then all rejoiced at his word till the swords on the bucklers rang,
    And adown from the red-gold Treasure the Son of Sigmund sprang,
    And he took the hand of Giuki, and kissed him soft and sweet,
    And spake:  “Hail, ancient of days! for thou biddest me things most