Thereafter came Regin to Sigurd, and said, "Hail, lord and
master, a noble victory hast thou won in the slaying of Fafnir,
whereas none durst heretofore abide in the path of him; and now
shall this deed of fame be of renown while the world stands
fast."

Then stood Regin staring on the earth a long while, and presently
thereafter spake from heavy-mood: "Mine own brother hast thou
slain, and scarce may I be called sackless of the deed."

Then Sigurd took his sword Gram and dried it on the earth, and
spake to Regin --

"Afar thou faredst when I wrought this deed and tried this sharp
sword with the hand and the might of me; with all the might and
main of a dragon must I strive, while thou wert laid alow in the
heather-bush, wotting not if it were earth or heaven."

Said Regin, "Long might this worm have lain in his lair, if the
sharp sword I forged with my hand had not been good at need to
thee; had that not been, neither thou nor any man would have
prevailed against him as at this time."

Sigurd answers, "Whenas men meet foes in fight, better is stout
heart than sharp sword."

Then said Regin, exceeding heavily, "Thou hast slain my brother,
and scarce may I be sackless of the deed."

Therewith Sigurd cut out the heart of the worm with the sword