Who smote thee thus with the sword.”
Fafnir spake:
[5]. “Who drove thee on? | why wert thou driven
My life to make me lose?
A father brave | had the bright-eyed youth,
For bold in boyhood thou art.”
Sigurth spake:
[a]6]. “My heart did drive me, | my hand fulfilled,
And my shining sword so sharp;
Few are keen | when old age comes,