Growing up with no father was not easy, especially when he had left your mother with the idea that you would grow up to be a great warrior. This would leave her with extremely high expectations of you. She, herself, would run off to live with—and even marry—another king. This after your father had died in battle before you were even born. He had left you with a magical sword, well pieces of it anyway. This would turn out to be no problem at all as you had been raised by Regin (Ray-gin), the blacksmith. He would repair the sword in no time at all.
You’re barely even a young man when your mother’s new husband offers you your pick of horses from his stables, but which one? Luckily for you, you bump into someone who gives you some solid words of wisdom. Who would expect it of this old man who doesn’t look like he knows a thing about horses? Something in the pit of your gut says, “Maybe I should listen to this man.” He tells you to take the horses to a nearby river and that the horse that swims across is the one you should pick. Something about this plan makes you nod your head, “I mean, why not?” So off you go with this strange old man and the two of you take the horses down to the river. You both watch and see what these horses do. Then it happens—one of them swims across. This old man knows what he’s talking about after all. You look at the old man and something about him changes. You step back in awe—it’s none other than Odin himself! Odin had been the old man this whole time! No wonder he had know what to do. In attempt to lure the horse back to shore, you stretch out a carrot and he comes for it. The man you now know to be Odin, nods his head. “You have got a good horse there”, he says smiling, “Your horse is from noble stock. It is descended from my very own horse.” You smile at Odin and return to the palace.
Your school master, Regin, sits across from you at dinner that night. You tell him about the events of the day and how you chose a horse from the king’s stables. He leans in and, looking you straight in the eye, says that he thinks, now that you have what you need, you should go get some treasure. The only treasure you can think of is the one guarded by the dragon Fafnir, but that’s one terrifying dragon and you tell him this. He looks you square in the eye and says, “Coward.” You stand up from the table and fix him with a steady glare, “I am no coward.” You are definitely not one to shy from an honest challenge.
After quite a long journey, you’re here. You’re at the mouth of Fafnir’s lair. You grip your father’s sword as you walk in expecting danger at any moment. Today could be your last. Then it happens, you are face-to-face with the vicious dragon Fafnir. You grip your sword tighter and approach very cautiously, but something miraculous happens. Using your father’s magic sword, you take a swing and at your feet falls the head of the vicious Fafnir. You look up from the head at your feet and suddenly something dawns on you—you just slew a dragon! Maybe your mother was right after all? You look around you, all of Fafnir’s treasure is yours. In your triumph, you take it all and roast the dragon’s heart over an open fire. ‘It’s nicer than I thought’, you say to yourself. After this something else happens, you find you can understand the birds around you. They are saying something you never want to hear. It can’t be true, but they insist it is. They say that your beloved teacher, Regin, is planning to betray you. This can’t be true! Then you wonder, why had he told you to get the treasure if not to betray you and steal the treasure? Led by these thoughts of betrayal you return to the castle with only one thought—kill Regin before he kills me. Then something comes to mind which further stirs your pursuit, ‘Fafnir was once not only human, but also Regin’s very own brother.’ How could he betray his own brother? If he could betray his own blood, why wouldn’t be betray you? Riches and status have driven men to worse. So, upon your return to your teacher, with one fell sweep you take the blacksmith’s head right off!
Amongst all of Fafnir’s treasure you now have, lies one thing you would never have expected—a cursed ring. You have no idea it is cursed and that the curse causes misfortune to come to its bearer. This misfortune would begin with a beautiful warrior named Brunhilde (Broon-hilt).
Brunhilde is a beautiful warrior cursed by Odin and put under a sleeping spell. Upon seeing Brunhilde in her castle, under the spell, you fall in love with her and can’t help, but to kiss her. As soon as your lips meet, she is awakened and you now know she is the one you want. You give her your ring and promise that you will come back for her and you two will be wed.
However, someone else has other plans. You are given a drink and it causes you to forget about your beloved Brunhilde. Could this be the curse of the ring? Is that why she is left forgotten you?
It is then that you meet Gudrun (Good-roon), the princess and sister of Gunnar. She is the one you will marry and not Brunhilde. In a turn of events, Gudrun’s brother falls in love with Brunhilde. Though, when he tries to court her, he finds he can’t get to her through the flames surrounding her castle. So, you suggest that you court her in his place and perhaps she will marry him once her heart had been won. This doesn’t go as you had planned and she does not fall in love with Gunnar despite your attempts. She marries him, but it is more because she feels that you have abandoned her than because she loves Gunnar. When she finally discovers who you are and what you have done to her, she is filled with anger and sorrow. It is here, in her heart-broken state, that the last thing you will know is the pain of death.
Born to the king Sigmund and his wife Hjordis, from a young age Sigurd was pushed to meet his mother’s high hopes for him. After the death of his father, Sigmund, he was raised by the blacksmith Regin and Sigurd and Hjordis went to live with another king (it is possible she married this king).
It was his mother’s ambition and the tutelage of Regin that would turn him into a great Germanic hero. He would be a man who, no man living or dead, would ever compare to. His courage, courtesy, strength, boldness and generosity are such as no man could ever replicate or attain to. Sigurd’s name would forever be remembered and immortalized in the Germanic and Norse tongue.
Sigurd, Siegfried or Sivard as he is known would go on to be forever immortalized in the history of both the Germans and Norsemen. He was a brave man, the likes of which no one would ever see again.