And take my purple and gold and my crown of the sea-flood’s fire,
    And be thou the wife of King Volsung when men of our names shall ask,
    And I will be the handmaid:  now I bid thee to this task,
    And I pray thee not to fail me, because of thy faith and truth,
    And because I have ever loved thee, and thy mother fostered my youth. 
    Yea, because my womb is wealthy with a gift for the days to be. 
    Now do this deed for mine asking and the tale shall be told of thee.”

    So the other nought gainsaith it and they shift their raiment there: 
    But well-spoken was the maiden, and a woman tall and fair.

    Now the lord of those new-coming men was a king and the son of a king,
    King Elf the son of the Helper, and he sailed from war-faring
    And drew anigh to the Isle-realm and sailed along the strand;
    For the shipmen needed water and fain would go a-land;
    And King Elf stood hard by the tiller while the world was yet a-cold: 
    Then the red sun lit the dawning, and they looked, and lo, behold! 
    The wrack of a mighty battle, and heaps of the shielded dead,
    And a woman alive amidst them, a queen with crowned head,
    And her eyes strayed down to the sea-strand, and she saw that
      weaponed folk,
    And turned and fled to the thicket:  then the lord of the shipmen spoke: 
    “Lo, here shall we lack for water, for the brooks with blood shall run,
    Yet wend we ashore to behold it and to wot of the deeds late done.”

    So they turned their faces to Sigmund, and waded the swathes of the
      sword. 
    “O, look ye long,” said the Sea-king, “for here lieth a mighty lord: 
    And all these are the deeds of his war-flame, yet hardy hearts, be
      sure,
    That they once durst look in his face or the wrath of his eyen endure;
    Though his lips be glad and smiling as a God that dreameth of mirth. 
    Would God I were one of his kindred, for none such are left upon earth. 
    Now fare we into the thicket, for thereto is the woman fled,
    And belike she shall tell us the story of this field of the mighty
      dead.”

    So they wend and find the women, and bespeak them kind and fair: 
    Then spake the gold-crowned handmaid:  “Of the Isle-king’s house we
      were,
    And I am the Queen called Hiordis; and the man that lies on the field
    Was mine own lord Sigmund the Volsung, the mightiest under shield.”

    Then all amazed were the sea-folk when they hearkened to that word,
    And great and heavy tidings they deem their ears have heard: 
    But again spake out the Sea-king:  “And this blue-clad one beside,
    So pale, and as tall as a Goddess, and white and lovely eyed?”

    “In sooth and in troth,” said the woman, “my serving-maid is this;
    She hath wept long over the battle, and sore afraid she is.”