awaited time was near. "Sigurd," he said when the din2 ceased and the iron was thrust back in the fire, "you are the last of the Volsungs, who were a great warrior race. Are you content in this tame little country where Alf’s sons, your brothers, grow up to be kings?" Sigurd turned from the fire toward him. ride “I into the world tomorrow,” he answered, it not “were for my mother, and for King Alf, who has treated me well.” well,” replied Regin drily, you have neither horse nor sword.” “So “that ride what horse I please,” retorted Sigurd, do the king’s own sons.” “I “as brothers are children. When they are men like you, they will have their own.” “Your can have any horse for the asking,” persisted Sigurd. This was true, for Alf was “I pleased by the youth’s request. horses are in the pasture at the head of the valley,” said he. up and choose “The “Go which you will. It is time you had one of your own.” As Sigurd ran lightly toward the pasture, many a head turned him. His bright hair shone in the sun, and in spite of his great size, he moved with the grace of a deer. will become of him,” thought the elders. there was never before a young “What “Surely man so handsome and strong.”
awaited time was near. "Sigurd," he said when the din2 ceased and the iron was thrust back in the fire, "you are the last of the Volsungs, who were a great warrior race. Are you content in this tame little country where Alf’s sons, your brothers, grow up to be kings?" Sigurd turned from the fire toward him. “I ride into the world tomorrow,” he answered, “were it not for my mother, and for King Alf, who has treated me well.” “So well,” replied Regin drily, “that you have neither horse nor sword.” “I ride what horse I please,” retorted Sigurd, “as do the king’s own sons.” “Your brothers are children. When they are men like you, they will have their own.” “I can have any horse for the asking,” persisted Sigurd. This was true, for Alf was pleased by the youth’s request. “The horses are in the pasture at the head of the valley,” said he. “Go up and choose which you will. It is time you had one of your own.” As Sigurd ran lightly toward the pasture, many a head turned him. His bright hair shone in the sun, and in spite of his great size, he moved with the grace of a deer. “What will become of him,” thought the elders. “Surely there was never before a young man so handsome and strong.”
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