Now the first of the twain spake Gripir:  “Hail King with the eyen
      bright! 
    Nought needest thou show the token, for I know of thy life and thy
      light. 
    And no need to tell of thy message; it was wafted here on the wind,
    That thou wouldst be coming to-day a horse in my meadow to find: 
    And strong must he be for the bearing of those deeds of thine that
      shall be. 
    Now choose thou of all the way-wearers that are running loose in my
      lea,
    And be glad as thine heart will have thee and the fate that leadeth
      thee on,
    And I bid thee again come hither when the sword of worth is won,
    And thy loins are girt for thy going on the road that before thee lies;
    For a glimmering over its darkness is come before mine eyes.”

    Then again gat Sigurd outward, and adown the steep he ran
    And unto the horse-fed meadow:  but lo, a grey-clad man,
    One-eyed and seeming-ancient, there met him by the way: 
    And he spake:  “Thou hastest, Sigurd; yet tarry till I say
    A word that shall well bestead thee:  for I know of these mountains well
    And all the lea of Gripir, and the beasts that thereon dwell.”

    “Wouldst thou have red gold for thy tidings? art thou Gripir’s
      horse-herd then? 
    Nay sure, for thy face is shining like the battle-eager men
    My master Regin tells of:  and I love thy cloud-grey gown. 
    And thy visage gleams above it like a thing my dreams have known.”

    “Nay whiles have I heeded the horse-kind,” then spake that elder of
      days,
    “And sooth do the sages say, when the beasts of my breeding they
      praise. 
    There is one thereof in the meadow, and, wouldst thou cull him out,
    Thou shalt follow an elder’s counsel, who hath brought strange
      things about,
    Who hath known thy father aforetime, and other kings of thy kin.”

    So Sigurd said, “I am ready; and what is the deed to win?”

    He said:  “We shall drive the horses adown to the water-side,
    That cometh forth from the mountains, and note what next shall betide.”

    Then the twain sped on together, and they drave the horses on
    Till they came to a rushing river, a water wide and wan;
    And the white mews hovered o’er it; but none might hear their cry
    For the rush and the rattle of waters, as the downlong flood swept by. 
    So the whole herd took the river and strove the stream to stem,
    And many a brave steed was there; but the flood o’ermastered them: 
    And some, it swept them down-ward, and some won back to bank,
    Some, caught by the net of the eddies, in the swirling hubbub sank;
    But one of all swam over, and they saw his mane of grey
    Toss over the flowery meadows, a bright thing far away: 
    Wide then he wheeled about them, then took the stream again
    And with the waves’ white horses mingled his cloudy mane.