Then spake Sigurd, "Have I heard aright, that King Sigmund gave
thee the good sword Gram in two pieces?"

"True enough," she said.

So Sigurd said, "Deliver them into my hands, for I would have
them."

She said he looked like to win great fame, and gave him the
sword. Therewith went Sigurd to Regin, and bade him make a good
sword thereof as he best might; Regin grew wroth thereat, but
went into the smithy with the pieces of the sword, thinking well
meanwhile that Sigurd pushed his head far enow into the matter of
smithying. So he made a sword, and as he bore it forth from the
forge, it seemed to the smiths as though fire burned along the
edges thereof. Now he bade Sigurd take the sword, and said he
knew not how to make a sword if this one failed. Then Sigurd
smote it into the anvil, and cleft it down to the stock thereof,
and neither burst the sword nor brake it. Then he praised the
sword much, and thereafter went to the river with a lock of wool,
and threw it up against the stream, and it fell asunder when it
met the sword. Then was Sigurd glad, and went home.

But Regin said, "Now whereas I have made the sword for thee,
belike thou wilt hold to thy troth given, and wilt go meet
Fafnir?"

"Surely will I hold thereto," said Sigurd, "yet first must I
avenge my father."