Now will I come to thy dwelling.” 
So the rough stream did he take,
And the welter of the waters rose up to his chin and more;
But so stark and strong he waded that he won the further shore: 
And he came and gazed on Sigmund:  but the Volsung laughed, and said: 
“As fast thou runnest toward me as others in their dread
Run over the land and the water:  what wilt thou, son of a king?”

But the lad still gazed on Sigmund, and he said:  “A wondrous thing! 
Here is the cave and the river, and all tokens of the place: 
But my mother Signy told me none might behold that face,
And keep his flesh from quaking:  but at thee I quake not aught: 
Sure I must journey further, lest her errand come to nought: 
Yet I would that my foster-father should be such a man as thou.”

    But Sigmund answered and said:  “Thou shalt bide in my dwelling now;
    And thou mayst wot full surely that thy mother’s will is done
    By this token and no other, that thou lookedst on Volsung’s son
    And smiledst fair in his face:  but tell me thy name and thy years: 
    And what are the words of Signy that the son of the Goth-king bears?”

    “Sinfiotli they call me,” he said, “and ten summers have I seen;
    And this is the only word that I bear from Signy the Queen,
    That once more a man she sendeth the work of thine hands to speed,
    If he be of the Kings or the Gods thyself shalt know in thy need.”

    So Sigmund looked on the youngling and his heart unto him yearned;
    But he thought:  “Shall I pay the hire ere the worth of the work be
      earned? 
    And what hath my heart to do to cherish Siggeir’s son;
    A brand belike for the burning when the last of its work is done?”

    But there in the wild and the thicket those twain awhile abode,
    And on the lad laid Sigmund full many a weary load,
    And thrust him mid all dangers, and he bore all passing well,
    Where hardihood might help him; but his heart was fierce and fell;
    And ever said Sigmund the Volsung:  The lad hath plenteous part
    In the guile and malice of Siggeir, and in Signy’s hardy heart: 
    But why should I cherish and love him, since the end must come at last?

    Now a summer and winter and spring o’er those men of the wilds had
      pass’d. 
    And summer was there again, when the Volsung spake on a day: 
    “I will wend to the wood-deer’s hunting, but thou at home shalt stay,
    And deal with the baking of bread against the even come.”

    So he went and came on the hunting and brought the venison home,
    And the child, as ever his wont was, was glad of his coming back,
    And said:  “Thou hast gotten us venison, and the bread shall nowise
      lack.”