Then spake the grey-beard, "From Sleipnir's kin is this horse
come, and he must be nourished heedfully, for it will be the best
of all horses;" and therewithal he vanished away.

So Sigurd called the horse Grani, the best of all the horses of
the world; nor was the man he met other than Odin himself.

Now yet again spake Regin to Sigurd, and said --

"Not enough is thy wealth, and I grieve right sore, that thou
must needs run here and there like s churl's son; but I can tell
thee where there is much wealth for the winning, and great name
and honour to be won in getting of it."

Sigurd asked where that might be, and who had watch and ward over
it.

Regin answered, "Fafnir is his name, and but a little way hence
he lies, on the waste of Gnita-heath; and when thou comest there
thou mayst well say that thou hast never seen more gold heaped
together in one place, and that none might desire more treasure,
though he were the most ancient and famed of all kings."

"Young am I," says Sigurd, "yet know I the fashion of this worm,
and how that none durst go against him, so huge and evil is he."

Regin said, "Nay it is not so, the fashion and the growth of him
is even as of other lingworms, (1) and an over great tale men
make of it; and even so would thy forefathers have deemed; but
thou, though thou be of the kin of the Volsungs, shalt scarce