My guide was Mime,
A faithless dwarf:
What fear is fain he had taught me.
But 'twas the dragon
Roused me himself,
Wrathful, to strike the blow;
For he threatened me with his jaws.
WANDERER
Who forged the sword
So hard and keen
That it slew the daunting foe?
SIEGFRIED
I forged it myself
When the smith was beaten;
Swordless else I should have been still.
WANDERER
But who made
The mighty splinters
From which the sword was welded strong?
SIEGFRIED
What know I of that?
I only know
That the splintered steel was useless
Were not the sword forged anew.