Here begins the tale, and tells of a man who was named Sigi, and
called of men the son of Odin; another man withal is told of in
the tale, hight Skadi, a great man and mighty of his hands; yet
was Sigi the mightier and the higher of kin, according to the
speech of men of that time. Now Skadi had a thrall with whom the
story must deal somewhat, Bredi by name, who was called after
that work which he had to do; in prowess and might of hand he was
equal to men who were held more worthy, yea, and better than some
thereof.

Now it is to be told that, on a time, Sigi fared to the hunting
of the deer, and the thrall with him; and they hunted deer day-
long till the evening; and when they gathered together their prey
in the evening, lo, greater and more by far was that which Bredi
had slain than Sigi's prey; and this thing he much misliked, and
he said that great wonder it was that a very thrall should out-do
him in the hunting of deer: so he fell on him and slew him, and
buried the body of him thereafter in a snow-drift.

Then he went home at evening tide and says that Bredi had ridden
away from him into the wild-wood. "Soon was he out of my sight,"
he says, "and naught more I wot of him."

Skadi misdoubted the tale of Sigi, and deemed that this was a
guile of his, and that he would have slain Bredi. So he sent men
to seek for him, and to such an end came their seeking, that they
found him in a certain snow-drift; then said Skadi, that men
should call that snow-drift Bredi's Drift from henceforth; and
thereafter have folk followed, so that in such wise they call