called Ridil; but Regin drank of Fafnir's blood, and spake,
"Grant me a boon, and do a thing little for thee to do. Bear the
heart to the fire, and roast it, and give me thereof to eat."

Then Sigurd went his ways and roasted it on a rod; and when the
blood bubbled out he laid his finger thereon to essay it, if it
were fully done; and then he set his finger in his mouth, and lo,
when the heart-blood of the worm touched his tongue, straightway
he knew the voice of all fowls, and heard withal how the wood-
peckers chattered in the brake beside him --

"There sittest thou, Sigurd, roasting Fafnir's heart for another,
that thou shouldest eat thine ownself, and then thou shouldest
become the wisest of all men."

And another spake: "There lies Regin, minded to beguile the man
who trusts in him."

But yet again said the third, "Let him smite the head from off
him then, and be only lord of all that gold."

And once more the fourth spake and said, "Ah, the wiser were he
if he followed after that good counsel, and rode thereafter to
Fafnir's lair, and took to him that mighty treasure that lieth
there, and then rode over Hindfell, whereas sleeps Brynhild; for
there would he get great wisdom. Ah, wise he were, if he did
after your redes, and bethought him of his own weal; `for where
wolf's ears are, wolf's teeth are near.'"

Then cried the fifth: "Yea, yea, not so wise is he as I deem him,