"O daughters of earls," said the Helper, "what tidings then do ye bear? Is it grief in the merry morning, or joy or wonder or fear?" Quoth the first: "It is grief for the foemen that the Masters of God-home would grieve." Said the next: "'Tis a wonder of wonders, that the hearkening world shall believe." "A fear of all fears," said the third, "for the sword is uplifted on men." "A joy of all joys," said the fourth, "once come, and it comes not again!" * * * * * "What then hath betid," said King Elf, "do the high Gods stand in our gate?" "Nay," said they, "else were we silent, and they should be telling of fate." "Is the bidding come," said the Helper, "that we wend the Gods to see?" "Many summers and winters," they said, "ye shall live on the earth, it may be." * * * * * "Speak then," said the ancient Helper, "let the worst and the best be said." * * * * * They said: "The earth is weary: but the tender blade hath sprung, That shall wax till beneath its branches fair bloom the meadows green; For the Gods and they that were mighty were glad erewhile with the Queen." Said King Elf: "How say ye, women? Of a King new-born do ye tell, By a God of the Heavens begotten in our fathers' house to dwell?" "By a God of the Earth," they answered; "but greater yet is the son, Though long were the days of Sigmund, and great are the deeds he hath done." Then she with the golden burden to the kingly high-seat stepped And away from the new-born baby the purple cloths she swept, And cried: "O King of the people, long mayst thou live in bliss, As our hearts today are happy! Queen Hiordis sends thee this, And she saith that the world shall call it by the name that thou shalt name; Now the gift to thee is given, and to thee is brought the fame." Then e'en as a man astonied King Elf the Volsung took, While his feast-hall's ancient timbers with the cry of the earl-folk shook; * * * * * With the love of many peoples was the wise king smitten through, As he hung o'er the new-born Volsung: but at last he raised his head, And looked forth kind o'er his people, and spake aloud and said: "O Sigmund King of Battle; O man of many days, Whom I saw mid the shields of the fallen and the dead men's silent praise, Lo, how hath the dark tide perished and the dawn of day begun! And now, O mighty Sigmund, wherewith shall we name thy son?"