“How long,” asked I, “shall I live to enjoy this wealth and this wisdom, and to walk as a god among men? Shall I be long-lived as the Asa-folk, and dwell on the earth until the last Twilight comes?”
“It is written,” answered Skuld, “that a beardless youth shall see thy death. But go thou now, and bide thy time.”
Here Regin ended his story, and both he and Siegfried sat for a long time silent and thoughtful.
“I know what you wish,” said Siegfried at last. “You think that I am the prince of whom the weird sisters spoke; and you would have me slay the dragon Fafnir, and win for you the hoard of Andvari.”
“It is even so,” answered Regin.
“But the hoard is accursed,” said the lad.
“Let the curse be upon me,” was the answer. “Is not the wisdom of the ages mine? And think you that I cannot escape the curse? Is there aught that can prevail against him who has all knowledge and the wealth of the world at his call?”
“Nothing but the word of the Norns and the will of the All-Father,” answered Siegfried.
“But will you help me?” asked Regin, almost wild with earnestness. “Will you help me to win that which is rightfully mine, and to rid the world of a horrible evil?”
“Why is the hoard of Andvari more thine than Fafnir’s?”