Then said she, "Heed it not! For never again seest thou me glad in thine hall, never drinking, never at the chess-play, never speaking the words of kindness, never over-laying the fair cloths with gold, never giving thee good counsel;--ah, my sorrow of heart that I might not get Sigurd to me!" Then she sat up and smote her needlework, and rent it asunder, and bade set open her bower doors, that far away might the wailings of her sorrow be heard; then great mourning and lamentation there was, so that folk heard it far and wide through that abode. Now Gudrun asked her bower-maidens why they sat so joyless and downcast. "What has come to you, that ye fare ye as witless women, or what unheard-of wonders have befallen you?" Then answered a waiting lady, hight Swaflod, "An untimely, an evil day it is, and our hall is fulfilled of lamentation." Then spake Gudrun to one of her handmaids, "Arise, for we have slept long; go, wake Brynhild, and let us fall to our needlework and be merry." "Nay, nay," she says, "nowise may I wake her, or talk with her; for many days has she drunk neither mead nor wine; surely the wrath of the Gods has fallen upon her." Then spake Gudrun to Gunnar, "Go and see her," she says, "and bid her know that I am grieved with her grief." "Nay," says Gunnar, "I am forbid to go see her or to share her weal." Nevertheless he went unto her, and strives in many wise to have speech of her, but gets no answer whatsoever; therefore he gets him gone and finds Hogni, and bids him go see her: he said he was loth thereto, but went, and gat no more of her. Then they go and find Sigurd, and pray him to visit her; he answered naught thereto, and so matters abode for that night. But the next day, when he came home from hunting, Sigurd went to Gudrun, and spake-- "In such wise do matters show to me, as though great and evil things will betide from this trouble and upheaving; and that Brynhild will surely die." Gudrun answers, "O my lord, by great wonders is she encompassed, seven days and seven nights has she slept, and none has dared wake her." "Nay, she sleeps not," said Sigurd, "her heart is dealing rather with dreadful intent against me." Then said Gudrun, weeping, "Woe worth the while for thy death! Go and see her; and wot if her fury may not be abated; give her gold, and smother up her grief and anger therewith!" Then Sigurd went out, and found the door of Brynhild's chamber open; he deemed she slept, and drew the clothes from off her, and said-- "Awake, Brynhild! The sun shineth now over all the house, and thou hast slept enough; cast off grief from thee, and take up gladness!" She said, "And how then hast thou dared to come to me? in this treason none was worse to me than thou." Said Sigurd, "Why wilt thou not speak to folk? for what cause sorrowest thou?" Brynhild answers, "Ah, to thee will I tell of my wrath!"