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: “Th
