Great Lacuna

Sigurth urged Grani then with his sword, The fire slackened before the hero, The flames sank low for the greedy of fame, The armor flashed that Regin had fashioned.

Sigurðr vá at ormi, en þat síðan mun engum fyrnast, meðal öld lifir.

[1] Sigurth the dragon slew, and that Will men recall while the world remains; But little boldness thy brother had To ride or leap the raging flames.

Út gekk Sigurðr andspjalli frá, hollvinr lofða ok hnipnaði, svá at ganga nam gunnarfúsum sundr of síður serkr járnofinn.

[1] Forth went Sigurth, and speech he sought not, The friend of heroes, his head bowed down; Such was his grief that asunder burst His mail-coat all of iron wrought.

This poem dealt extensively with the relationship of Sigurd and Brynhildr . Illustration by Arthur Rackham .