Fair words, wise hearts,
Would we win from you,
And healing hands while life we hold."

Then Brynhild speaks again and says, "Two kings fought, one hight
Helm Gunnar, an old man, and the greatest of warriors, and Odin
had promised the victory unto him; but his foe was Agnar, or
Audi's brother, and so I smote down Helm Gunnar in the fight; and
Odin, in vengeance for that deed, stuck the sleep-thorn into me,
and said that I should never again have the victory, but should
be given away in marriage; but there against I vowed a vow, that
never would I wed one who knew the name of fear."

Then said Sigurd, "Teach us the lore of mighty matters!"

She said, "Belike thou cannest more skill in all than I; yet will
I teach thee; yea, and with thanks, if there be aught of my
cunning that will in anywise pleasure thee, either of runes or of
other matters that are the root of things; but now let us drink
together, and may the Gods give to us twain a good day, that thou
mayst win good help and fame from my wisdom, and that thou mayst
hereafter mind thee of that which we twain speak together."

Then Brynhild filled a beaker and bore it to Sigurd, and gave him
the drink of love, and spake --

"Beer bring I to thee,
Fair fruit of the byrnies' clash,
Mixed is it mightily,
Mingled with fame,