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and are slow to remember his fame. But forth from the hall came a shouting, and the voice of many men, And he deemed they cried "Hail, Sigurd! thou art welcome home again!" Then he looked to the door of the feast-hall and behold it seemed to him That its wealth of graven stories with more than the dusk was dim; With the waving of white raiment and the doubtful gleam of gold. Then there groweth a longing within him, nor his heart will he withhold; But he rideth straight to the doorway, and the stories of the door: And there sitteth Giuki the ancient, the King, the wise of war, And Grimhild the kin of the God-folk, the wife of the glittering eyes; And there is the goodly Gunnar, and Hogni the overwise, And Guttorm the young and the war-fain; and there in the door and the shade, With eyes to the earth cast downward, is the white-armed Niblung Maid. But all these give Sigurd greeting, and hail him fair and well; And King Giuki saith: "Hail, Sigurd! what tidings wilt thou tell Of thy deeds since yestereven? or whitherward wentst thou?" Then unto the earth leapt the Volsung, and gazed with doubtful brow On the King and the Queen and the Brethren, and the white-armed Giuki's Child, Yet amidst all these in a measure of his heavy heart was beguiled: He spread out his hands before them, and he spake: "O, what be ye, Who ask of the deeds of Sigurd, and seek of the days to be? Are ye aught but the Niblung children? for meseems I would ask for a gift, But the thought of my heart is unstable, and my hope as the winter-drift; And the words may not be shapen.--But speak ye, men of the earth, Have ye any new-found tidings, or are deeds come nigh to the birth? Are there knots for my sword to sunder? are there thrones for my hand to shake? And to which of the Gods shall I give, and from which of the Kings shall I take? Or in which of the houses of man-folk henceforward shall I dwell? O speak, ye Niblung children, and the tale to Sigurd tell!" None answered a word for a space; but Gudrun wept in the door, And the noise of men came outward and of feet that went on the floor. Then Grimhild stood before him, and took him by the hand, And she said: "In the hall are gathered
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