She was the arch-Wallower, he told himself, filling his pipe in silence after Lucy had gone in.
"Vera"
Elisabeth von Arnim
Then I went to the pillared hall-stead, and lo, huge heaps of gold, And to and fro amidst them a mighty Serpent rolled: Then my heart grew chill with terror, for I thought on the wont of our race, And I, who had lost their cunning, was a man in a deadly place, A feeble man and a swordless in the lone destroyer's fold; For I knew that the Worm was Fafnir, the Wallower on the Gold.
"The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs"
William Morris
This was ages long ago, and yet in that desert he dwells, Betwixt him and men death lieth, and no man of his semblance tells; But the tale of the great Gold-Wallower is never the more outworn.
"The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs"
William Morris