... Alone in the woods he abided, and a master of masters was he In the craft of the smithying folk; and whiles would the hunter see, Belated amid the thicket, his forge's glimmering light, And the boldest of all the fishers would hear his hammer benight. Then dim waxed the tale of the Volsungs, and the word mid the wood-folk rose That a King of the Giants had wakened from amidst the stone-hedged close, Where they slept in the heart of the mountains, and had come adown to dwell ... — The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs • William Morris
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