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. 
    So now when Sigmund and Hiordis are wedded a month or more,
    And the Volsung bids men dight them to cross the sea-flood o’er,
    Lo, how there cometh the tidings of measureless mighty hosts
    Who are gotten ashore from their long-ships on the skirts of King
      Eylimi’s coasts.

    Sore boded the heart of the Isle-king of what the end should be. 
    But Sigmund long beheld him, and he said:  “Thou deem’st of me
    That my coming hath brought thee evil; but put aside such things;
    For long have I lived, and I know it, that the lives of mighty kings
    Are not cast away, nor drifted like the down before the wind;
    And surely I know, who say it, that never would Hiordis’ mind
    Have been turned to wed King Lyngi or aught but the Volsung seed
    Come, go we forth to the battle, that shall be the latest deed
    Of thee and me meseemeth:  yea, whether thou live or die,
    No more shall the brand of Odin at peace in his scabbard lie.”

    And therewith he brake the peace-strings and drew the blade of bale,
    And Death on the point abided, Fear sat on the edges pale.