The Völsunga Saga on Jormunrek

The Story Of The Volsungs, (Volsunga Saga) > CHAPTER XLI. Of the Wedding and Slaying of Swanhild.

• relationship: Jormunrek was a mighty king whose son was called Randver

  "Jormunrek was the name of a mighty king of those days, and his son was called Randver."

• attestation: Jormunrek sent Randver with his counsellor Bikki to King Jonakr to woo Swanhild, daughter of Sigurd Fafnir's-bane, the fairest maid under the sun

  "Thou shalt fare on an errand of mine to King Jonakr, with my counsellor Bikki, for with King Jonakr is nourished Swanhild, the daughter of Sigurd Fafnir's-bane; and I know for sure that she is the fairest may dwelling under the sun of this world"

• attestation: Jormunrek ordered Randver taken and tied to the gallows-tree; Randver plucked feathers from his hawk and sent it to his father

  "he, who might nowise still the wrath within him, cried out that Randver should be taken and tied up to the gallows-tree.

And as he was led to the gallows he took his hawk and plucked the feathers from off it, and bade show it to his father"

• attestation: Jormunrek saw the plucked hawk and understood his honour was gone as the feathers, and ordered Randver delivered from the gallows, but Bikki's will was done and Randver was dead

  "he deemeth my honour to be gone away from me, even as the feathers of this hawk;" and therewith he bade deliver him from the gallows.

But in that while had Bikki wrought his will, and Randver was dead-slain."

The Story Of The Volsungs, (Volsunga Saga) > Part Of The Lay Of Sigrdrifa (1) > The Lay Of Hamdir

• attestation: Men went to Jormunrek to warn that great ones had come to avenge the maiden trodden to death

  "Then men went forth To Jormunrek To tell of the heeding Of men under helm: "Give ye good counsel! Great ones are come hither, For the wrong of men mighty Was the may to death trodden.""

• attestation: Jormunrek laughed, laid hand to his beard, and did not call for his byrnie, but sat staring at his white shield while fighting with wine

  "Loud Jormunrek laughed, And laid hand to his beard, Nor bade bring his byrny, But with the wine fighting, Shook his red locks, On his white shield sat staring"