oak, and there takes his rest. Then came Sigmund thither, and
said --

"Why didst thou not call on me?"

Sinfjotli said, "I was loth to call for thy help for the slaying
of eleven men."

Then Sigmund rushed at him so hard that he staggered and fell,
and Sigmund bit him in the throat. Now that day they might not
come out of their wolf-skins: but Sigmund lays the other on his
back, and bears him home to the house, and cursed the wolf-gears
and gave them to the trolls. Now on a day he saw where two
weasels went and how that one bit the other in the throat, and
then ran straightway into the thicket, and took up a leaf and
laid in on the wound, and thereon his fellow sprang up quite and
clean whole; so Sigmund went out and saw a raven flying with a
blade of that same herb to him; so he took it and drew it over
Sinfjotli's hurt, and he straightway sprang up as whole as though
he had never been hurt. There after they went home to their
earth-house, and abode there till the time came for them to put
off the wolf-shapes; then they burnt them up with fire, and
prayed that no more hurt might come to any one from them; but in
that uncouth guise they wrought many famous deeds in the kingdom
and lordship of King Siggeir.

Now when Sinfjotli was come to man's estate, Sigmund deemed he
had tried him fully, and or ever a long time has gone by he turns
his mind to the avenging of his father; if so it may be brought
about; so on s certain day the twain get them gone from their