There sits Sigurd

'There sits Sigurd blood besprinkled, the heart of Fafnir at the fire roasting; wise methinks were the ring despoiler, if he the gleaming heart were eating.'

"Then said the other:

'There lies Regin with himself communing; he will beguile the youth who is trusting in him; in rage he brings now ill words together; the evil-worker will avenge his brother.'