Much wealth won in war Gat Rerir to himself, And wedded a wife withal, Such as he deemed meet for him, And long they lived together, But had no child To take the heritage after them; And ill-content they both were with that, And prayed the Gods with heart and soul That they might get them a child." The goddess Frigga granted an heir And sent Gna with an enchanted apple In the guise of a crow to Rerir, In due time, Völsung was born "Years passed and his parents deceased Yet Völsung grew into a strong man A bold and exemplary leader he was Many brave warriors He gathered around him" Under the imposing oak tree In the middle of his hall Völsung and his army drank To countless battles to come Ten sons were born to Völsung One fair daughter, Signy, as well Many suitors asked for her hand As did Siggeir, king of the Goths.