f a thicket which commanded the field of battle,
Hiordis and her maid anxiously watched the progress of the strife. They
saw Sigmund pile the dead around him, for none could stand against
him, until at last a tall, one-eyed warrior suddenly appeared, and
the press of battle gave way before the terror of his presence.

Without a moment's pause the new champion aimed a fierce blow
at Sigmund, which the old hero parried with his sword. The shock
shattered the matchless blade, and although the strange assailant
vanished as he had come, Sigmund was left defenceless and was soon
wounded unto death by his foes.

"But lo, through the hedge of the war-shafts, a mighty man
there came,
One-eyed and seeming ancient, but his visage shone like flame:
Gleaming grey was his kirtle, and his hood was cloudy blue;
And he bore a mighty twi-bill, as he waded the fight-sheaves
through,
And stood face to face with Sigmund, and upheaved the bill
to smite.
Once more round the head of the Volsung fierce glittered the
Branstock's light,
The sword that came from Odin; and Sigmund's cry once more
Rang out to the very heavens above the din of war.
Then clashed the meeting edges with Sigmund's latest stroke,
And in shivering shards fell earthward that fear of worldly folk.
But changed were the eyes of Sigmund, and the war-wrath left
his face;
For that grey-clad, mighty helper was gone, and in his place
Drave on the unbroken spear-wood 'gainst the Volsung's empty hands:
And there they smote down Sigmund, the wonder of all lands,
On the foemen, on the death-heap his deeds had piled that day."

As the battle was now won, and the Volsung family all slain, Lygni
hastened from the battlefield to take possession of the kingdom and
force the fair Hiordis to become his wife. As soon as he had gone,
however, the beautiful young queen crept from her hiding-place in
the thicket, and sought the spot where Sigmund lay all but dead. She
caught the stricken hero to her breast in a last passionate embrace,
and then listened tearfully while he bade her gather the fragments of
his sword and carefully treasure them for their son whom he foretold
was soon to be born, and who was destined to avenge his father's
death and to be far greater than he.

"'I have wrought for the Volsungs truly, and yet have I known
full well
That a better one than I am shall bear the tale