But
more wonderful than all other treasures were the Helm of Aweing, and the
Hauberk all of gold, while on top of the midmost heap, gleaming like
the brightest star in the sky, lay the ring of Andvari.
Sigurd put on the helm and the hauberk, and dragged out gold wherewith he
loaded Greyfell till the cloud-grey horse shone, while the eagles ever
bade him bring forth the treasure, and let the gold shine in the open.
And as the stars paled and the dawn grew clearer, Sigurd and Greyfell
passed swiftly and lightly towards the west.
_How Sigurd awoke Brynhild upon Hindfell._
By long roads rideth Sigurd amidst that world of stone,
And somewhat south he turneth; for he would not be alone,
But longs for the dwellings of man-folk, and the kingly people's speech,
And the days of the glee and the joyance, where men laugh each to each.
But still the desert endureth, and afar must Greyfell fare
From the wrack of the Glittering Heath, and Fafnir's golden lair.
Long Sigurd rideth the waste, when, lo, on a morning of day
From out of the tangled crag-walls, amidst the cloud-land grey
Comes up a mighty mountain, and it is as though there burns
A torch amidst of its cloud-wreath; so thither Sigurd turns,
For he deems indeed from its topmost to look on the best of the earth;
And Greyfell neigheth beneath him, and his heart is full of mirth.
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