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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: The Nibelungenlied</p> +<p> Revised Edition</p> +<p>Author: Unknown</p> +<p>Release Date: January 2, 2012 [eBook #38468]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NIBELUNGENLIED***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Rory OConor,<br /> + and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i"></a></span></p> + +<h1>The Nibelungenlied</h1> + +<h3 class="p2"><span class="small">TRANSLATED BY</span><br /> + +WILLIAM NANSON LETTSOM</h3> + +<h3 class="p2"><span class="small">WITH A SPECIAL INTRODUCTION BY</span><br /> + +WILLIAM H. CARPENTER, Ph.D.<br /> + +<span class="small">PROFESSOR OF GERMANIC PHILOLOGY<br /> +IN COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY</span></h3> + +<p class="center p2">REVISED EDITION</p> + +<p class="p2"> </p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 65px;"> +<img src="images/001.png" width="65" height="52" alt="logo" /> +</div> + +<p class="center p4">NEW YORK<br /> +P.F. COLLIER & SON</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii"></a></span></p> + +<p class="center p6"><span class="smcap">Copyright</span>, 1901<br /> +<span class="smcap">By</span> THE COLONIAL PRESS</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">iii</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2 class="p6"><a name="SPECIAL_INTRODUCTION" id="SPECIAL_INTRODUCTION"></a>SPECIAL INTRODUCTION</h2> + + +<p>The "Nibelungenlied," as the great national epic of Germany, is not only +one of the most important literary monuments that the German mind has +produced in all periods of its history, but, in reality beyond this, it +is also in its matter and its manner one of the world's great classics. +It is this inherently because of the universal intelligibility of its +story, for the broad human sympathy which must be felt with its +characters and their motives of action, and for the sustained poetic +treatment of the whole in the long poem. In all these respects the +"Nibelungenlied," although German in its spirit and its environment, +rises inevitably above the confines of nationality, and becomes, like +other works that are in a true sense great, by virtue of its +universality an integral part of that cosmopolitan body that we call the +literature of the world.</p> + +<p>Like the "Iliad," or any other popular epic whatever, the +"Nibelungenlied" is, however, first and foremost a picture of the +national life and the national soul. Its characters in this way are, +consequently, both fundamentally and of necessity a part of their own +special environment into which each, according to his individuality, +fits; and the manners and customs, the religion and ethics, are first of +all essentially German in order to embody them and to motive their +actions to the public for which the poem was originally intended. What +we are given in the "Nibelungenlied" is primarily then, at least in its +exterior, a picture of German life in the twelfth and thirteenth +centuries. The customs are those of the courts and castles of the place +and time, the men and women are the knights and ladies who inhabit them; +and if the real mainsprings of motive and action sometimes go back +beyond the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">iv</a></span> poet's own day and generation for reasons that shall +presently be told, the thoughts and feelings of the characters under his +hand betray on the surface no trace of it.</p> + +<p>To an English reader there is astonishingly little in the +"Nibelungenlied" in motive that is unintelligible or hopelessly remote. +It is not that its manners of thought are our manners of thought, or its +ethics our ethics. Its deeds, since the real story is an ancient +inheritance, are tragic with battle, murder, and sudden death; but, in +spite of all this, there is in us an innate appreciation of it and of +its spirit that it is utterly impossible to feel in much literature that +is not our own. This of course arises from the fact that it is, in a +sense, our own, as, in part, at the beginning in very truth it was. The +difference in its whole environment from us is still, in reality, not +great, and we realize, consciously or unconsciously, that it is in many +ways our own ancient past that is chronicled in the German poem.</p> + +<p>For all these reasons it comes readily about that, in the light of the +poet's master touch, the characters of the "Nibelungenlied" that he has +left in such actuality in his verses are to us neither vague nor +shadowy, but are real persons who live and act before us. This is in +fact truer of the "Nibelungenlied" than of almost any other great poem +of the kind, whatever its time and place of origin. Siegfried and +Kriemhild, Hagen and Rudeger are not the mere creations and +impersonations of a poet's imagination; they are to us real men and +women who lived their lives and died their deaths as the poet has +described them. That he has told his tale with wonderful literary skill +as a whole and at times with marvellous appreciation of the value of the +moment, is also to be stated. Because no doubt in part from the way in +which the poem has come down to us, there is at times superfluous +material that had better been left away, but in this fact, too, the poem +differs but little from other popular epics.</p> + +<p>As a whole, the "Nibelungenlied" is characterized by a literary unity of +treatment by no means inconsiderable, and greater, in point of fact, +than its origin would ordinarily promise. Its unity, however, is +dramatic, rather than epic in the ordinary sense. This character it +never loses throughout the whole long action. Deed follows deed, stroke +upon stroke,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">v</a></span> until the final catastrophe is inevitably reached and the +story is ended.</p> + +<p>That this story in its origin is not narrowly German, but is Germanic +property, should be borne in mind by its reader, since many of its +episodes acquire thereby a broader significance, and the whole poem +assumes a wider interest.</p> + +<p>The earliest versions of the story of the Volsungs and Nibelungs, the +Germanic "tale of Troy," that have come down to us are not from German +territory, but from the Scandinavian North, although here, too, the +scene of the principal action is on the Rhine and in the land of the +Huns, which is vaguely conceived to be a part of the German country. +Sigmund, the father of Sigurd, is a King in the land of the Franks; +Sigurd is slain to the south of the Rhine, and in the Rhine is forever +hidden the fateful hoard of the Nibelungs. The story in reality wandered +out twice into the North from its original home in Germany: once +apparently in the Viking age when the Northmen for the first time came +into close contact with the other Germanic people on the continent and +in the British Islands, a period long antecedent to the +"Nibelungenlied;" and again five hundred years later, after the German +poem had arisen, since it can be readily shown that this has been used +as a source of a part of the material.</p> + +<p>The very first of these Northern versions is that contained in the +"Elder Edda," a collection of mythological and legendary poems in the +Old Norse language, of unknown authorship, whose time and place of +origin are alike matters of varying supposition. The subject was the +theme of poets for centuries in the North. The oldest of the poems in +the "Edda" that has to do with the story of the "Nibelungenlied," from +internal evidence, was made as early as the year 900; the latest is from +a time not far from 1200. These poems and fragments of poems, some of +them even in prose rescript and most of them interspersed here and there +with bits of prose, do not make in any sense a connected story. Their +unknown collector arranged them as well as might be in connected +sequence, but even then their action is not consecutive; they overlap +each other, parts of the story are told and retold and not seldom with +an inconsistency of detail. There is, accordingly, in the "Elder Edda" +no thought of an epic<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">vi</a></span> either in matter or manner. There is the material +for an epic in the rough, but without an idea in the mind of any poet of +the time of actual epical treatment.</p> + +<p>The story as contained in the Old Norse poems is by no means identical +with the "Nibelungenlied." First and foremost, it is infinitely older in +its whole conception, and much more nearly approaches original +conditions as they existed in the mode of thought and in the manner of +living of the early Germanic people. It is a story, here, of the days +when the world was young; when the gods still walked the earth and mixed +themselves in with human affairs in which they had an active interest; +when motives were clearer and action was more direct; when human +passions burned even fiercer than in the "Nibelungenlied," and love and +hate together knew no boundaries until they had worked themselves out in +the utter destruction of their object. Of the first of these conditions, +the "Nibelungenlied" in its character of an epic of the Middle Ages has +not kept a trace. In the Eddic poems it is the ring cursed by the gods +to all its possessors that motives the entire action; that leads with +the certainty of fate to the death of Sigurd, the Siegfried of the +"Edda," to all the woes that follow, and to the ultimate utter +destruction of the entire race of the Nibelungs.</p> + +<p>As most critics have pointed out, the fundamental difference in the +treatment of the story consists in the fact that the principal epic +interest in the Eddic poems is the relation of Sigurd to Brynhild, the +Valkyrie, who is here a heroic figure, who rises immeasurably not only +above the other women of the tale, but above most of the other +characters in importance of personality. In the "Nibelungenlied" it is +Kriemhild, Gudrun in the "Edda," and Hagen who are the principal figures +in the action. In the Northern version, Gudrun does not avenge herself +upon her brothers as does Kriemhild in the "Nibelungenlied," but Atli, +her husband after Sigurd, slays them, and Gudrun then takes vengeance +upon him. In the "Edda," too, other saga cycles are brought into +connection with this, viz., the Northern legend of Helgi, at the +beginning, and the Gothic legend of Ermanrich, at the end.</p> + +<p>The Eddic poems are not the only versions in Old Norse literature. An +epitome of the story based upon the poems<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">vii</a></span> is contained in the "Snorra +Edda," a work written by the Icelander Snorri Sturluson, who lived from +1178 to 1241, to serve as a handbook for poets and which contains in +this way the myths and legends of the North.</p> + +<p>Next to the Eddic songs the most important of the Northern versions, +however, is the long "Völsunga Saga" from the second half of the +thirteenth century, which, again, is based upon the Eddic poems and upon +others in addition that have now been lost. Like most of the Old Norse +sagas, it is prose with the occasional inclusion of verse cited to +justify or to embellish its statements. It gives with extraordinary +wealth of detail the whole old story in connected form and desires to be +called, as it has been called, a prose epic. William Morris, in his +superb translation, has deservedly characterized it as "the most +complete and dramatic form of the Great Epic of the North." The story is +further contained, in some of its details only, in the strange tale of +"Nornagest," which has again made use of the Eddic songs and quotes one +of them entire.</p> + +<p>The Old Norse story is so important for its bearing on the +intelligibility of the "Nibelungenlied" that it is absolutely necessary +to take it actively into consideration in any discussion of the German +poem. The epitome contained in the "Snorra Edda," since it gives the +whole story from beginning to end in a form as short as may be, is here +given in its entirety:</p> + +<p>"Three gods, Odin, Hœnir, and Loki, once went out to explore the +whole world. They came to a certain river, and went along the river to a +waterfall, and at the waterfall there was an otter that had taken a +salmon out of the fall and ate it, half asleep. Then Loki took up a +stone and cast it at the otter and struck him in the head. Loki +thereupon boasted of his catch that he had got at a blow both the otter +and the salmon. They took the salmon and the otter and carried them +along with them until they came to a farmstead, where they went in. The +head of the household that dwelt there was named Hreidmar; he was a +mighty man and much skilled in magic. He invited the gods to lodge there +for the night, and they told him that they had with them provisions in +plenty and showed him their booty. But when Hreidmar saw the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">viii</a></span> otter he +called his sons Fafnir and Regin and said that Otter, their brother, had +been killed, and told them who had done it. Thereupon, the father and +his sons fell upon the gods and took them and bound them, saying that +the otter was the son of Hreidmar. The gods offered as a ransom as much +money as Hreidmar himself should determine, and that was agreed upon as +a reconciliation and was bound with oaths.</p> + +<p>"Then the otter was flayed, and Hreidmar took the otter's skin and said +that they should fill it with red gold and should then cover it wholly +up with gold, and that should be their atonement. Odin then sent Loki +into the land of the black elves and he came to the dwarf who is called +Andvari; he was a fish in the water, and Loki took him and laid upon him +as a ransom all the gold that he had in his stone. And when they came +into the stone where he dwelt, the dwarf brought out all the gold that +he owned and that was a very great treasure. Then the dwarf slipped +under his hand a little gold ring. That Loki, however, saw and bade him +produce the ring. The dwarf begged him not to take the ring from him, +and said that he could breed treasure out of it if he kept it. Loki told +him that he should not keep back a penny, and took the ring from him and +went out. The dwarf said that the ring should be the death of everyone +who owned it. Loki replied that that suited him well, and that the +condition should be held good, since he would bring it to the ears of +them who might get possession of it. He then went away to Hreidmar's and +showed Odin the gold; but when he saw the ring, it seemed to him very +beautiful and he took it out of the treasure, but paid over to Hreidmar +the gold.</p> + +<p>"Then Hreidmar filled the otter's skin as full as he could and set it up +on its feet when it was full; Odin then went up to cover the skin with +gold and said to Hreidmar that he should see whether the skin were +wholly covered. Hreidmar looked at it and considered it carefully and +saw a whisker, and bade him cover that, also, or else their atonement +were at an end. Then Odin brought out the ring and covered the whisker +and said that they now were freed from the otter ransom. When, however, +Odin had taken his spear and Loki his shoes, and they needed no longer +to fear, then said Loki that what Andvari had spoken, that the ring +should be the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">ix</a></span> death of him who owned it, should hold good, and it did +hold good thereafter.</p> + +<p>"Hreidmar took the gold as ransom for his son, but Fafnir and Regin +demanded some of it as a ransom for their brother. Hreidmar, however, +would not grant them a single penny of the gold. That was the +ill-advised deed of the brothers that they killed their father for the +gold. Then Regin demanded that Fafnir divide the gold in halves between +them. Fafnir replied that there was little chance that he would share +the gold with his brother when he had killed his father for the sake of +it, and bade Regin to begone or he would fare as had Hreidmar. Fafnir +had then taken the helmet which Hreidmar had owned, which was called the +Helmet of Awe and which all living things feared that saw it, and set it +upon his head, and he took the sword which is called Hrotti. Regin had +the sword that is called Refil and he fled away; but Fafnir went up upon +the Glittering Heath and made him there a lair, and he took upon himself +the shape of a serpent and lay upon the gold.</p> + +<p>"Regin then went to King Hjalprek, at Thy, in Denmark, and there set up +a smithy, and he took to foster Sigurd, the son of Sigmund (the son of +Volsung) and of Hjordis, the daughter of Eylimi. Sigurd was the most +glorious of all war kings in lineage and strength. Regin told him where +Fafnir lay upon the gold, and egged him on to seek it. Then Regin made +the sword that is called Gram, which was so sharp that Sigurd thrust it +in the water and it cut asunder a lock of wool that drove before the +current against the edge of the sword. Afterward, Sigurd clove in two +Regin's anvil down to the stock with the sword. After that, Sigurd and +Regin went out upon the Glittering Heath. Then Sigurd dug a pit in +Fafnir's path and got into it; and when Fafnir crept to the water and +came over the pit, then Sigurd thrust the sword up against him and that +was his death. Regin then came up and said that Sigurd had killed his +brother and offered him as a reconciliation that he should take the +heart of Fafnir and roast it at the fire; but Regin himself got down and +drank the blood of Fafnir and then lay down to sleep. And when Sigurd +had roasted the heart and thought that it must be done, he touched it +with his finger to see how hard it was.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">x</a></span> And when the juice ran out of +the heart upon his finger, he burnt himself and thrust his finger into +his mouth. And when the heart's blood came upon his tongue, then he knew +the speech of birds and understood what the nuthatches said that sat in +the tree above him.</p> + +<p>"Then said one:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'There sits Sigurd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">blood besprinkled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">the heart of Fafnir<br /></span> +<span class="i0">at the fire roasting;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">wise methinks were<br /></span> +<span class="i0">the ring despoiler,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">if he the gleaming<br /></span> +<span class="i0">heart were eating.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Then said the other:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'There lies Regin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">with himself communing;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">he will beguile the youth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">who is trusting in him;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">in rage he brings now<br /></span> +<span class="i0">ill words together;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">the evil-worker will<br /></span> +<span class="i0">avenge his brother.'<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Then Sigurd went up to Regin and killed him, and took his horse, which +was named Grani, and rode until he came to the lair of Fafnir. There he +took the gold and bound it up in packs and laid it on the back of Grani, +and then mounted and rode on his way. Sigurd rode until he found a house +upon the fell. Within it slept a woman who had on a helmet and a coat of +mail. He drew his sword and cut her coat of mail off her. Then she awoke +and named herself Hild. She is called Brynhild and was a Valkyrie. +Sigurd rode thence and came to the King who is named Gjuki; his wife is +named Grimhild; their children were Gunnar, Högni, Gudrun, Gudny; +Gotthorm was a step-son of Gjuki. There Sigurd dwelt for a long time; +and he took to wife Gudrun, the daughter of Gjuki, and Gunnar and Högni +swore with him oaths of brotherhood. Afterward, Sigurd and the sons of +Gjuki went to Atli, the son of Budli, to ask as a wife for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">xi</a></span> Gunnar +Brynhild, his sister. She dwelt upon Hind Fell, and about her hall was a +flaming fire, and she had made a vow to have as a husband that man, +only, who dared to ride through the flame.</p> + +<p>"Then Sigurd and the Gjukings (who are also called Niflungs) rode up +upon the fell, and Gunnar was minded to ride through the flame. He had +the horse that was named Goti, but the horse did not dare to leap into +the fire. Then Sigurd and Gunnar changed their shapes and also their +names, since Grani would not go under any man except Sigurd. Then Sigurd +leaped upon Grani and rode through the flaming fire. That night he held +a wedding with Brynhild, and when they came to bed he drew the sword +Gram out of its scabbard and laid it between them. And in the morning, +when he awoke and dressed himself, then he gave Brynhild as a bridal +gift the gold ring which he had taken on the Glittering Heath, and Loki +had taken from Andvari, and he took from her another ring as a +remembrance. Sigurd then leaped upon his horse and rode to his +companions; Gunnar and he again changed their shapes and they went back +to Gjuki with Brynhild. Sigurd had two children with Gudrun: Sigmund and +Swanhild.</p> + +<p>"It was once upon a time that Brynhild and Gudrun went to the water to +bleach their hair. When they came to the river, Brynhild waded out into +the water away from the land and said that she would not have on her +head the water that ran out of Gudrun's hair, since she had the more +noble husband. Then Gudrun went out into the river after Brynhild and +said that she should wash her hair in the river above, because she had +the husband who was braver than anyone else in the world, since he slew +Fafnir and Regin and gained the inheritance of them both. Then Brynhild +replied: 'It was of still greater renown that Gunnar rode the flaming +fire and Sigurd dared not.' Then Gudrun laughed and said: 'Do you think +that Gunnar rode through the flaming fire? Him I deem to have gone to +bed with you, who gave me this gold ring. But the ring that you have on +your hand, and that you received as a bridal gift, that is called the +Ring of Andvari, and I deem that it was not Gunnar who sought it on the +Glittering Heath.' Then Brynhild was silent and went home.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">xii</a></span> After that +she egged on Gunnar and Högni to kill Sigurd, but because they had sworn +oaths with him they egged on Gotthorm, their brother, to kill him. +Gotthorm laid sword on him while he slept, and when he felt the wound he +hurled the sword Gram after his slayer so that it cut the man asunder. +Then Sigurd fell and his three-year old son, who was named Sigmund, whom +they killed. After that, Brynhild turned sword upon herself and she was +burned with Sigurd. And Gunnar and Högni took the treasure of Fafnir and +the Ring of Andvari and ruled all the land.</p> + +<p>"King Atli, the son of Budli, the brother of Brynhild, then took to wife +Gudrun, whom Sigurd had had, and they had children together. King Atli +bade Gunnar and Högni to visit him, and they went at his invitation, but +before they went away from home they hid the gold, the Treasure of +Andvari, in the river Rhine, and it has never since been found. And King +Atli had assembled a great force and fought with Gunnar and Högni and +they were taken prisoners. And Atli had the heart cut out of Högni while +he lived, and that was his death. Gunnar he caused to be cast into a +serpent pit, and a harp was brought to him secretly and he struck it +with his toes, since his hands were bound, so that all the serpents +slept except one adder, which sprang at him, and struck in through his +breast so that she thrust in her head and hung upon his liver until he +died. Gunnar and Högni are called Niflungs and Gjukungs, and for this +reason the gold is called the Treasure of the Niflungs, or their +inheritance. A little while after, Gudrun killed her two sons, and with +gold and silver had beakers made out of their skulls and then was +celebrated the funeral feast of the Niflungs.</p> + +<p>"At this banquet Gudrun had King Atli served with mead from the beakers, +and there was mixed with it the blood of the boys, and their hearts she +caused to be roasted and brought to the King to eat. And when that was +done she told him these things herself with many ugly words. There was +no lack there of intoxicating mead, so that most people slept where they +sat. And in the night she went to the King where he was sleeping, and +with her the son of Högni, and they fell upon him, and that was his +death. Then they hurled fire into the hall and the people were burned +that were within. After<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">xiii</a></span> that she went to the sea and leaped in and +wished to destroy herself, but she drifted over the fjord and came to +the land of King Jonakr. And when he saw her, he took her to him and +wedded her. They had three sons, who were called Sörli, Hamdir, and Erp; +they were all as black as ravens in the color of their hair, like Gunnar +and Högni and the other Niflungs.</p> + +<p>"There grew up Swanhild, the daughter of Sigurd; she was the most +beautiful of all women. That Jörmunrek the Mighty learned and sent his +son Randver to ask her hand. And when he came to Jonakr, Swanhild was +given over to him that he might bring her to Jörmunrek. Then said Bikki +that it had fallen out better if Randver had Swanhild, since he was +young, as were they both, and Jörmunrek was old. This counsel pleased +the young people well; and thereupon Bikki told it to the King. Then +Jörmunrek had his son taken and brought to the gallows, but Randver took +his falcon and plucked off the feathers and bade that it be sent to his +father; then he was hanged. But when King Jörmunrek saw the falcon, it +came into his mind that just as the falcon was incapable of flight and +featherless, so was also his kingdom disabled, since he was old and +without a son.</p> + +<p>"It was once upon a time when King Jörmunrek rode out of the forest from +hunting with his men that Swanhild the Queen sat bleaching her hair. +Then they rode upon her and trod her to death under the horses' hoofs. +And when Gudrun learned this, she egged on her sons to avenge Swanhild. +And when they made ready for the journey, she got them mail, and helmets +so strong that iron would not take hold upon it. She said the plan for +them to follow was that when they came to King Jörmunrek they should +fall upon him at night while he slept; Sörli and Hamdir should then hew +off his hands and feet, and Erp his head. When, however, they came on +the way, they asked Erp what assistance they might have of him if they +met King Jörmunrek. He replied that he would give them such aid as the +hand gave the foot. They replied that naught at all did the foot depend +upon the hand. They were so angry at their mother that she had led them +out with words of hatred, that they desired to do that which should be +the worst thing of all to her and they killed Erp, since she loved<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">xiv</a></span> him +most. A little while after, as Sörli walked along he slipped with both +feet, but held himself up with his hand. Then he said: 'The hand does +now help the foot; better it were that Erp were alive!' And when they +came to King Jörmunrek's at night, and went in where he slept and hewed +off his hands and feet, he awoke and called upon his men and bade them +awaken. Then said Hamdir: 'Off were now his head, if Erp were alive!' +Then the men-at-arms arose and attacked them, but could not overcome +them with weapons. Jörmunrek then called out that stones should be +hurled at them, and this was done. Then Sörli and Hamdir fell, and then +were dead all the race and descendants of the Gjukings."</p> + +<p>The Eddic poems and the "Völsunga Saga" give us even much more fully in +detail than does this epitome the deeds of Sigurd's youth of which the +"Nibelungenlied" knows so little. The latter, too, has forgotten the +early relationship of Sigurd to Brynhild and her whole early history, +although her superhuman character is still remembered and obscure +reference is made to their previous acquaintance. There is no longer a +reason why Siegfried and Brunhild should die together, as in the "Edda." +That the ultimate catastrophe falls out differently in the two versions +of the story is due to this very fact of the loss of original detail. In +that her brothers who had murdered Sigurd live in triumph afterward and +no true reconciliation can be possible between them, Kriemhild must of +necessity avenge herself upon them, instead of upon Atli, as in the +earlier form of the story. And, as has already been remarked, the real +significance to the action of the fateful "Ring of the Nibelungs" and +the accursed hoard has wholly vanished to give place to reasons that +have much more affinity with human motives of conduct.</p> + +<p>The "Nibelungenlied," like the Northern poems before it, is legendary, +with only here and there a historical fact as a nucleus about which has +gathered in the course of the centuries material for many times and +places. The destruction of the Burgundians, under their King Gunther, by +the Huns, which occurred in the year 437, has undoubtedly furnished the +ultimate catastrophe. It is not known, however, that Attila, the Atli of +the "Edda" and the Etzel of the "Nibelungenlied," was the leader of the +Huns on this occasion, although<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span> the event did take place during his +lifetime. Attila's brother Bleda appears in the poem as Blœdelin. +Giselher, the brother of Gunther, is also mentioned in the old +Burgundian law-code, the <i>Lex Burgundionum</i>. Of Siegfried and Brunhild +history knows no trace, although an attempt has been made to connect the +one with Arminius and the other with Brünehild of Austrasia. The +appearance in the poem of Dietrich of Bern, Theodoric the Great, the +Ostrogothic conqueror of Italy, who lived from 475 to 526, is an example +of the absorption of material from another cycle into the original +legend, material which, in its turn, clusters about a historical +character. The Bishop Pilgrin, of Passau, represented in the poem as the +uncle of the Burgundian kings and of Kriemhild, has a historical +prototype in an actual Pilgrin who held the see of Passau from 971 to +991 and has, it may be, been here introduced by the poet to honor him. +As for the rest, facts that may have been ultimately historical have +been freely used by the poet of the "Nibelungenlied" and his +predecessors until it is no longer possible to tell where legend begins +and history ends.</p> + +<p>That Siegfried and Brunhild are at the end mythical, rather than at all +historical, has been surmised, rather than proved. It has been +attempted, in point of fact, to show that the whole story has arisen in +its earliest form through a union of an old myth of Siegfried with the +historical materials that have been indicated and others whose real +significance has subsequently been obliterated and lost. The believers +of this theory have pointed to the thoroughly mythical character of the +version of the story in the "Edda" and particularly of its earliest part +as plausible evidence, and they would see in the whole the union of a +Frankish myth of Siegfried, originally independent, with a Burgundian +historical narrative. Siegfried and Brunhild, in this way, have been +thought to embody, at the beginning, the nature-myth of the awakening +earth-goddess from the sleep of winter at the reanimating touch of +summer. Lachmann makes the fundamental fact at the outset a myth of the +death of Balder, and Wilhelm Müller a myth of Freyr, both light-gods of +the old mythology. It is, nevertheless, impossible to follow the +upholders of these theories into the details of their interpretation, +and the whole main assumption<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvi" id="Page_xvi">xvi</a></span> of a mythical origin is a matter of +doubt. That Siegfried and Brunhild, however, have mythical +characteristics that they have retained after all memory of the ancient +mythology as such has been absolutely forgotten, no reader of the story +can deny, and in this respect the "Nibelungenlied" is no different from +the legendary literature of all the nations of the world.</p> + +<p>Early German poems on the story of the Nibelungs, although it is +altogether likely that they once existed, have not been preserved. The +"Nibelungenlied" itself it is not possible to follow back of the twelfth +century, by the middle of which it seems to have already had the form in +which it has come down to us. The internal evidence of metre, rhyme, and +language shows, too, beyond a doubt, that it could not have arisen at a +much earlier time.</p> + +<p>The author of the poem is unknown. The most plausible hypothesis as to +his actual personality makes him an Austrian knight of about 1140, +possibly a member of the Kürenberg family, who lived in the neighborhood +of Linz, on the Danube. A Kürenberg of the twelfth century is the oldest +court poet who used in his lyrics the same strophic form that is +characteristic of the "Nibelungenlied," but that the two poets are +identical is by no manner of means a certainty. In the same way, the +place of origin of the poem is a matter of supposition. In all +probability, however, it arose in southeastern German territory in +Austria. Although the poet knows the region on the Rhine about Worms, he +has an infinitely wider acquaintance with Austrian localities of which +he makes specific mention. It was in Austria, too, at this time that the +beginnings arose of the court lyric poetry, that Minnesangs Frühling, as +the Germans strikingly characterize the period, that presently blossomed +out into one of the fullest expressions in all its history of German +life and thought.</p> + +<p>Bartsch, in the introduction to his edition of the "Nibelungenlied," has +most admirably summarized this whole matter. According to him, it was an +Austrian poet who, before the middle of the twelfth century, united +songs sung at his time and oral tradition, known to him as well as to +everybody else, into a single whole. How far folk-song and tradition had +anticipated him in this is no longer to be ascertained, but it may be +inferred from the Northern form of the legend<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">xvii</a></span> that it had long since +taken place. It remained to him, however, to arrange the whole in its +details of sequence of action, to fill out the gaps left by popular song +and story, and to give it the impress of his own day, which it so +unmistakably bears. That this is not in accord with other ideas of +authorship and origin must nevertheless be stated. Karl Lachmann, one of +the most astute, if not one of the most mistaken, critics of the poem, +taking Wolf's Prolegomena to Homer for his model, set up the theory that +has since played an important part in the discussion of the genesis of +the "Nibelungenlied."</p> + +<p>According to the Lachmann theory, the poem consists of no less than +twenty distinct lays, each differing inherently from the rest, and each, +with the exception of the Eighth and Ninth, by different authors. To +arrive at this result, more than a third of the entire number of stanzas +has, for one reason or another, been rejected as not genuine. As Lettsom +has cleverly put it in the original preface to his translation, where +this whole matter is presented with some detail: "He [Lachmann] has in +fact put every stanza and every verse on its trial. Some have been +condemned by him to italics, as interpolations; others to brackets, as +continuations by different hands; others again, which he supposes to be +the latest additions, so far from being pitied for their youth, have +been visited with both kinds of punishment. He has not, however, +sentenced any of the delinquents to transportation from the text; or, +perhaps it would be more correct to say that he has sentenced them, but +has not carried the sentence into execution. The result of the whole +assize has been that out of the 2,316 stanzas 1,437 have been honorably +acquitted; the rest have been italicised, bracketed, or both.... The +twenty lays," he continues, "which had already suffered from the +interpolations and corruptions incident to oral tradition, were first +collected, committed to writing, and patched together into one poem +about the year 1210 by some unknown compiler, whose handiwork was +afterward corrected or depraved by two separate but equally unknown +revisers. It is his opinion that scarcely a stanza of what we possess is +older than 1190, while even the latest additions are not more recent +than 1225. The whole poem, therefore, is, according to Professor +Lachmann, the work of contemporary authors, whether we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">xviii</a></span> call their +compositions spurious or genuine; and the task undertaken is neither +more nor less than to distribute a mass of unowned literary property +among nineteen or twenty poets and an indefinite number of poetasters, +of whom nothing, not even their existence, is known except by +conjecture, and of whose distinguishing characteristics we are of course +completely ignorant, except as far as we may guess at them from the +internal evidence, real or imagined, of the poem itself."</p> + +<p>Lachmann's theory of separate authorship of portions of the poem has not +maintained itself against the critics. That there are contradictions in +its statements and different values in its parts cannot be denied, but +they are not explained on the grounds here set forth. The attempted +restoration of the poem by elimination and rearrangement has not left +twenty or any number of lays that have actually the air of being +separate poems. "It is just here," continues Lettsom, "that the failure +of the hypothesis is most conspicuous.... Some of the lays are not +ill-adapted, from the nature of their contents, to form separate poems, +but they are by no means out of place as episodes in a long work, and +are, besides, connected with the rest, while the latter, from the +insignificance of their contents alone, from their reference to one +another, from their allusions to the past and anticipations of the +future, from their abrupt commencements and still more abrupt +conclusions, and from their general fragmentary nature, could never have +been independent lays.... The dream of Kriemhild forms a strange opening +for a lay that just brings Siegfried to Worms, and there leaves him. +Nobody, in fact, would have composed a separate poem on so insignificant +a matter. The dream, however, is beyond all doubt the introduction, the +fit and appropriate introduction, to a poem that must go on at least to +the marriage of Kriemhild and the death of her husband.</p> + +<p>"Professor Lachmann himself seems to be in doubt whether this First Lay +be complete; he talks of 'this lay, or what has been preserved of it;' +he tells us that 'it several times indicates a continuation, and might +have deserved a better than that which follows;' but though he expresses +a doubt, he gives no reasons for entertaining one. It certainly would +require far less ingenuity to assign cogent reasons for a doubt,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">xix</a></span> and +indeed for much more than a doubt, on this point; the lay, as it stands, +is a 'passage that leads to nothing,' a mountain in labor that does not +produce even so much as a mouse; but it is not singular in this respect; +its brethren for the most part keep it in countenance; or, if they +contain matter of interest, they too often try the temper of the reader +by disappointing his expectations at the most critical moment, and +coming to an abrupt conclusion in the midst of an action. Thus the +Eighteenth Lay ends just after the battle between Huns and Burgundians +has begun; the Nineteenth stops short just at the moment when Etzel has +brought up 20,000 fresh men and commenced another attack on Gunther and +his followers.</p> + +<p>"It really is a waste of words to dwell on the peculiarities of such +whimsical arrangements as these. I will merely add a word or two on the +Fourteenth Lay, which, inasmuch as it is an introduction to what +follows, bears some resemblance to the First. The dream of Uta, the +prophecy of the mermaids, and all the gloomy forebodings which give a +peculiar character to this lay, are ludicrously out of place as +component parts of a short poem, which merely conducts the Burgundians +to Rudeger's castle, where, so far from being destroyed, they do not +even run any risk whatever, except that of being killed with kindness; +but in fact the whole tenor of the lay (one might almost say, every +line, every word of it) proves beyond dispute that we are there in the +midst of an extensive poem, which can end only with the destruction of +the last Burgundian. An attentive examination of the three or four lays +just noticed, would, I think, convince every unprejudiced reader that +the hypothesis of twenty separate lays by different authors is utterly +untenable.... The wisest course," he concludes, and it is easy to concur +with him, "is, in such uncertainty, to take the poem as we find it, and +to prefer the authority, however occasionally unsatisfactory, of +manuscripts to the speculations of the most ingenious critics."</p> + +<p>The metre of the "Nibelungenlied" needs a word of explanation. The +characteristic strophe in which it is written consists of four verses, +the first three of equal length, the fourth somewhat longer, rhymed in +couplets on the final syllable. The rhythmical system is dependent, not +upon measure,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">xx</a></span> but upon accent, with considerable freedom in the +addition or suppression of unaccented syllables. Every verse, with the +exception of the last, is made up of two half-verses each containing +three accented syllables and separated by a ringing cæsura, that is, a +cæsura on an unaccented syllable. The last half-verse contains an +additional accent, or four, instead of three, as in the others. A +strophe in the original Middle High German, the second of the poem, will +make this analysis clear:</p> + +<div class="poem" lang="de" xml:lang="de"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ez wúohs in Búregķnden ein vil édel magedî́n,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">dáz in állen lánden niht schœ́ners mķhte sî́n,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kríemhilt gehéizen: diu wart ein schœ́ne wî́p<br /></span> +<span class="i0">dar úmbe múosen dégene víl verlíesen den lî́p.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The metre of the present translation follows the original, except for +the lengthening of the fourth line of the stanza which the author only +occasionally differentiates in this respect from the rest.</p> + +<p>The "Nibelungenlied," like other poems of the Middle Ages that were +widely read and widely copied, was subjected all along its career of +transmission to additions and alterations, and has consequently come +down to us not in a single form, but in a number of different versions +that deviate to a greater or less extent from the original poem and from +each other. Whole or in part there are no less than twenty-eight MSS. +Ten of these are complete: three of them, usually cited A, B, C, are +parchment MSS. of the thirteenth century, two are parchments of the +fourteenth century, four are paper MSS. of the fifteenth century, and +one is a parchment of the sixteenth century. Of all these manuscripts it +is commonly conceded that only A, B, C have independent authenticity. It +is not necessary here to go into the details of the long discussion as +to the relative value of the MSS. with regard to the age and original +condition of the particular text which each contains. Each one has by +different critics been given the preference over the others.</p> + +<p>Zarncke, who is one of the most rational and impartial of the critics of +the poem in all its bearings, makes C, a beautifully written MS. from +the dividing line between the twelfth and thirteenth centuries, +preserved in the court library of Donaueschingen, the nearest in every +essential way to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxi" id="Page_xxi">xxi</a></span> original form of the poem. Subsequently, the +whole, according to him, was subjected to a revision which brought it +more into accord with contemporary taste. The text is amplified by the +introduction of new episodes into the narrative, although some of the +older strophes are omitted, and, unfortunately, the old dignity and +simplicity of the diction is frequently sacrificed in favor of a more +pronounced effect. This stage of the poem in its full form is not +represented in either of the oldest MSS. B, a manuscript from the middle +of the thirteenth century, in the monastery of St. Gallen, occupied an +intermediate position in length. It is made by Bartsch, who regards it +"as relatively the most faithful picture of the original form of the +lost poem," the basis of his edition of the "Nibelungenlied." A, a +carelessly written MS. in the Munich Library, is the shortest form of +the poem, but is, nevertheless, in its turn regarded by Lachmann as +inherently the oldest and best version that we possess. Lettsom's +translation, in that it follows the text and modern German version of +Braunfels, published in 1846, is based upon A, but with the inclusion of +other strophes, particularly from C.</p> + +<p>The "Nibelungenlied" was first published at Zurich, by Bodmer, in 1757, +and since then has appeared in many editions and modernized versions at +home, and in numerous translations abroad, among them Low German, +French, Italian, Dutch, and Hungarian.</p> + +<p>In English, the first translations of parts of the "Nibelungenlied" are +contained in the "Illustrations of Northern Antiquities," by Weber, +published in 1814, in Edinburgh. The version here given consists in part +only of a metrical translation, in part of prose. Lockhart, in his +biography of Sir Walter Scott, states that he has no doubt but that the +rhymed versions came from that poet's pen, although of this there is no +more direct proof. The second attempt in this direction is not less +notable. This is from 1831, when Thomas Carlyle wrote in the +"Westminster Review" an essay on the "Nibelungenlied" as a review of +Karl Simrock's German translation of the poem, in which are contained a +number of strophes given with characteristic vigor and a genuine +appreciation of the real spirit of the original. The next translation, +that of Gostik, in his "Spirit of German Poetry," 1846, is metrical, +but, like its<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxii" id="Page_xxii">xxii</a></span> predecessors, consists only of parts of the poem. The +first translation to lay claim to any degree of completeness was that of +Jonathan Birch, published in 1848. It is a metrical version, as its +title states, of Lachmann's text, and, like it, divides the poem into +twenty lays. The first complete edition of the poem in English does not, +however, appear until this of Lettsom's, which has admirably retained +the form of the original and much of its spirit, and which for the first +time gave to English readers an adequate idea of the real work as it is.</p> + +<p>For those who care to pursue the subject further than these pages it may +be stated that the best editions of the "Nibelungenlied" in the original +are those of Friedrich Zarncke, "<i>Das Nibelungenlied</i>," originally +published in 1856 and since then in several editions, and of Karl +Bartsch, "<i>Das Nibelungenlied</i>," originally published in 1866, both of +which have abundant critical apparatus. The "Nibelungenlied" is not yet +sufficiently well known among us, for it is, in the way that has been +indicated, not alone the great epic of Germany, but in its widest sense +an epic of the Germanic race.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 236px;"> +<img src="images/022.png" width="236" height="49" alt="Wm H. Carpenter." title="Wm H. Carpenter." /> +</div> + +<p style="clear: both;"><span class="smcap">Columbia University</span>, May 1, 1901.</p> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiii" id="Page_xxiii">xxiii</a></span></p> + + + + +<h2 class="p6"><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="toc"> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FIRST_ADVENTURE">First Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +Kriemhild's Dream</td><td class="tdr"><span class="smcap">page</span><br />1</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><a href="#SECOND_ADVENTURE_OF_SIEGFRIED"><span class="smcap">Second Adventure</span></a>:<br /> +Of Siegfried</td><td class="tdr">4</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRD_ADVENTURE">Third Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Siegfried Went to Worms</td><td class="tdr">8</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FOURTH_ADVENTURE">Fourth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Siegfried Fought with the Saxons</td><td class="tdr">23</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FIFTH_ADVENTURE">Fifth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Siegfried First Saw Kriemhild</td><td class="tdr">44</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SIXTH_ADVENTURE">Sixth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Gunther Went to Woo Brunhild</td><td class="tdr">53</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SEVENTH_ADVENTURE">Seventh Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Gunther Won Brunhild</td><td class="tdr">64</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#EIGHTH_ADVENTURE">Eighth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Siegfried Came to the Nibelungers</td><td class="tdr">78</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#NINTH_ADVENTURE">Ninth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Siegfried was Sent to Worms</td><td class="tdr">86</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TENTH_ADVENTURE">Tenth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Brunhild was Received at Worms</td><td class="tdr">94</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#ELEVENTH_ADVENTURE">Eleventh Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Siegfried Brought his Wife Home</td><td class="tdr">111</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWELFTH_ADVENTURE">Twelfth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Gunther Invited Siegfried to the Festival</td><td class="tdr">117</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTEENTH_ADVENTURE">Thirteenth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How They Went to the Festival</td><td class="tdr">126</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FOURTEENTH_ADVENTURE">Fourteenth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How the Two Queens Reviled One Another</td><td class="tdr">131</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#FIFTEENTH_ADVENTURE">Fifteenth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Siegfried was Betrayed</td><td class="tdr">141</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SIXTEENTH_ADVENTURE">Sixteenth Adventure</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxiv" id="Page_xxiv">xxiv</a></span></span>:<br /> +How Siegfried was Slain</td><td class="tdr">147</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#SEVENTEENTH_ADVENTURE">Seventeenth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Siegfried was Bewailed and Buried</td><td class="tdr">161</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#EIGHTEENTH_ADVENTURE">Eighteenth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Siegmund Returned Home</td><td class="tdr">173</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#NINETEENTH_ADVENTURE">Nineteenth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How the Treasure of the Nibelungers was Brought to Worms</td><td class="tdr">177</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTIETH_ADVENTURE">Twentieth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How King Etzel Proposed for Kriemhild</td><td class="tdr">185</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTY-FIRST_ADVENTURE">Twenty-first Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Kriemhild Departed</td><td class="tdr">207</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTY-SECOND_ADVENTURE">Twenty-second Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How the Huns Received Kriemhild</td><td class="tdr">215</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTY-THIRD_ADVENTURE">Twenty-third Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Kriemhild Thought of Revenging her Injuries</td><td class="tdr">222</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTY-FOURTH_ADVENTURE">Twenty-fourth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Werbel and Swemmeline Delivered the Message</td><td class="tdr">228</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTY-FIFTH_ADVENTURE">Twenty-fifth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How the Lords all Came into Hungary</td><td class="tdr">241</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTY-SIXTH_ADVENTURE">Twenty-sixth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Dankwart Slew Gelfrat</td><td class="tdr">254</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTY-SEVENTH_ADVENTURE">Twenty-seventh Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +Rudeger's Hospitality</td><td class="tdr">264</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTY-EIGHTH_ADVENTURE">Twenty-eighth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Kriemhild Received Hagan</td><td class="tdr">275</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#TWENTY-NINTH_ADVENTURE">Twenty-ninth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Hagan Refused to Rise to Kriemhild</td><td class="tdr">281</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTIETH_ADVENTURE">Thirtieth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How the Knights Kept Watch</td><td class="tdr">291</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY-FIRST_ADVENTURE">Thirty-first Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How the Knights Went to Church</td><td class="tdr">296</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY-SECOND_ADVENTURE">Thirty-second Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Blœdel was Slain</td><td class="tdr">309</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY-THIRD_ADVENTURE">Thirty-third Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How the Burgundians Fought with the Huns</td><td class="tdr">314</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY-FOURTH_ADVENTURE">Thirty-fourth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How They Threw Down the Dead</td><td class="tdr">323</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY-FIFTH_ADVENTURE">Thirty-fifth Adventure</a><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxv" id="Page_xxv">xxv</a></span></span>:<br /> +How Iring was Slain</td><td class="tdr">327</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY-SIXTH_ADVENTURE">Thirty-sixth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How the Queen Gave Orders to Burn Down the Hall</td><td class="tdr">335</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY-SEVENTH_ADVENTURE">Thirty-seventh Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Margrave Rudeger was Slain</td><td class="tdr">344</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY-EIGHTH_ADVENTURE">Thirty-eighth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Sir Dietrich's Men were all Slain</td><td class="tdr">360</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#THIRTY-NINTH_ADVENTURE">Thirty-ninth Adventure</a></span>:<br /> +How Gunther and Hagan and Kriemhild were Slain</td><td class="tdr">374</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="smcap"><a href="#NOTES">Notes</a></span></td><td class="tdr">383</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_xxvi" id="Page_xxvi">xxvi</a></span></p> +<p> </p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">1</a></span></p> + + + + + + + +<h1 class="p6"><a name="THE_NIBELUNGENLIED" id="THE_NIBELUNGENLIED">THE NIBELUNGENLIED</a></h1> + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="FIRST_ADVENTURE" id="FIRST_ADVENTURE"></a>FIRST ADVENTURE<br /> + + +<span class="small">KRIEMHILD'S DREAM</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In stories of our fathers high marvels we are told<br /> +Of champions well approved in perils manifold.<br /> +Of feasts and merry meetings, of weeping and of wail,<br /> +And deeds of gallant daring I'll tell you in my tale.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In Burgundy there flourish'd a maid so fair to see,<br /> +That in all the world together a fairer could not be.<br /> +This maiden's name was Kriemhild; through her in dismal strife<br /> +Full many a prowest warrior thereafter lost his life.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a fearless champion, as such well became,<br /> +Woo'd the lovely lady; she from none had blame.<br /> +Matchless was her person, matchless was her mind.<br /> +This one maiden's virtue grac'd all womankind.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Three puissant Kings her guarded with all the care they might,<br /> +Gunther and eke Gernot, each a redoubted knight,<br /> +And Giselher the youthful, a chosen champion he;<br /> +This lady was their sister, well lov'd of all the three.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They were high of lineage, thereto mild of mood,<br /> +But in field and foray champions fierce and rude.<br /> +They rul'd a mighty kingdom, Burgundy by name;<br /> +They wrought in Etzel's country deeds of deathless fame.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">2</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V1_VI" id="V1_VI"></a><a href="#St_1_VI">VI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +At Worms was their proud dwelling, the fair Rhine flowing by,<br /> +There had they suit and service from haughtiest chivalry,<br /> +For broad lands and lordships, and glorious was their state,<br /> +Till wretchedly they perish'd by two noble ladies' hate.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dame Uta was their mother, a queen both rich and sage;<br /> +Their father hight Dancrat, who the fair heritage<br /> +Left to his noble children when he his course had run;<br /> +He too by deeds of knighthood in youth had worship won.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Each of these three princes, as you have heard me say,<br /> +Were men of mighty puissance. They had beneath their sway<br /> +The noblest knights for liegemen that ever dwelt on ground;<br /> +For hardihood and prowess were none so high renown'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There was Hagan of Trony of a noble line,<br /> +His brother nimble Dankwart, and the knight of Metz, Ortwine,<br /> +Eckewart and Gary, the margraves stout in fight,<br /> +Folker of Alzeia, full of manly might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Rumolt the steward (a chosen knight was he),<br /> +Sindolt, and Hunolt; these serv'd the brethren three,<br /> +At their court discharging their several duties well;<br /> +Besides, knights had they many whom now I cannot tell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dankwart was marshal to the king his lord,<br /> +Ortwine of Metz, his nephew, was carver at the board,<br /> +Sindolt, he was butler, a champion choice and true,<br /> +The chamberlain was Hunolt; they well their duties knew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The gorgeous pomp and splendor, wherein these brethren reign'd,<br /> +How well they tended knighthood, what worship they attain'd,<br /> +How they thro' life were merry, and mock'd at woe and bale—<br /> +Who'd seek all this to tell you, would never end his tale.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">3</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V1_XIII" id="V1_XIII"></a><a href="#St_1_XIII">XIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +A dream was dreamt by Kriemhild the virtuous and the gay,<br /> +How a wild young falcon she train'd for many a day,<br /> +Till two fierce eagles tore it; to her there could not be<br /> +In all the world such sorrow at this perforce to see.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To her mother Uta at once the dream she told,<br /> +But she the threatening future could only thus unfold;<br /> +"The falcon that thou trainedst is sure a noble mate;<br /> +God shield him in his mercy, or thou must lose him straight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"A mate for me? what say'st thou, dearest mother mine?<br /> +Ne'er to love, assure thee, my heart will I resign.<br /> +I'll live and die a maiden, and end as I began,<br /> +Nor (let what else befall me) will suffer woe for man."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay," said her anxious mother, "renounce not marriage so;<br /> +Would'st thou true heartfelt pleasure taste ever here below,<br /> +Man's love alone can give it. Thou 'rt fair as eye can see,<br /> +A fitting mate God send thee, and naught will wanting be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V1_XVII" id="V1_XVII"></a><a href="#St_1_XVII">XVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"No more," the maiden answer'd, "no more, dear mother, say;<br /> +From many a woman's fortune this truth is clear as day,<br /> +That falsely smiling Pleasure with Pain requites us ever.<br /> +I from both will keep me, and thus will sorrow never."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So in her lofty virtues, fancy-free and gay,<br /> +Liv'd the noble maiden many a happy day,<br /> +Nor one more than another found favor in her sight;<br /> +Still at the last she wedded a far-renowned knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He was the self-same falcon she in her dream had seen,<br /> +Foretold by her wise mother. What vengeance took the queen<br /> +On her nearest kinsmen who him to death had done!<br /> +That single death atoning died many a mother's son.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">4</a></span><br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="SECOND_ADVENTURE_OF_SIEGFRIED" id="SECOND_ADVENTURE_OF_SIEGFRIED"></a>SECOND ADVENTURE<br /> +<span class="small">OF SIEGFRIED</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In Netherland then flourished a prince of lofty kind,<br /> +(Whose father was called Siegmund, his mother Siegelind)<br /> +In a sumptuous castle down by the Rhine's fair side;<br /> +Men did call it Xanten; 't was famous far and wide.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +I tell you of this warrior, how fair he was to see;<br /> +From shame and from dishonor liv'd he ever free.<br /> +Forthwith fierce and famous wax'd the mighty man.<br /> +Ah! what height of worship in this world he wan!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Siegfried men did call him, that same champion good;<br /> +Many a kingdom sought he in his manly mood,<br /> +And through strength of body in many a land rode he.<br /> +Ah! what men of valor he found in Burgundy!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Before this noble champion grew up to man's estate,<br /> +His hand had mighty wonders achieved in war's debate,<br /> +Whereof the voice of rumor will ever sing and say,<br /> +Though much must pass in silence in this our later day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In his freshest season, in his youthful days,<br /> +One might full many a marvel tell in Siegfried's praise,<br /> +What lofty honors grac'd him, and how fair his fame,<br /> +How he charm'd to love him many a noble dame.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As did well befit him, he was bred with care,<br /> +And his own lofty nature gave him virtues rare,<br /> +From him his father's country grace and honor drew,<br /> +To see him prov'd in all things so noble and so true.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">5</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He now, grown up to youthhood, at court his duty paid;<br /> +The people saw him gladly; many a wife and many a maid<br /> +Wish'd he would often thither, and bide forever there;<br /> +They view'd him all with favor, whereof he well was ware.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The child by his fond parents was deck'd with weeds of pride,<br /> +And but with guards about him they seldom let him ride.<br /> +Uptrain'd was he by sages, who what was honor knew,<br /> +So might he win full lightly broad lands and liegemen too.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now had he strength and stature that weapons well he bore;<br /> +Whatever thereto needed, he had of it full store.<br /> +He began fair ladies to his love to woo,<br /> +And they inclin'd to Siegfried with faith and honor true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then bade his father Siegmund all his liegemen tell,<br /> +With his dear friends to revel it would please him well.<br /> +Where other kings were dwelling the tidings took their course.<br /> +To friends and eke to strangers he gave both weed and horse.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whosoe'er was worthy to become a knight<br /> +For his lofty lineage, did they each invite,<br /> +High-born youths and valiant to the feastful board;<br /> +With the young king Siegfried took they then the sword.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of that proud feast royal wonders one might say;<br /> +King Siegmund and Queen Siegelind well might that day<br /> +Win honor for the bounty they shower'd with lavish hand,<br /> +For which full many a stranger came flocking through their land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V2_XIII" id="V2_XIII"></a><a href="#St_2_XIII">XIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sworded squires four hundred rich raiment had to wear<br /> +With the noble Siegfried. Full many a maiden fair<br /> +Ceaseless plied the needle to please the warrior bold;<br /> +Precious stones unnumber'd the women set in gold,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +(For gold was there in plenty), and as each could best<br /> +For the love of Siegfried they work'd the jewel'd vest.<br /> +The Host rais'd seats unnumber'd for many a martial wight<br /> +On the fair midsummer when his heir was dubb'd a knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith to the high minster flock'd many a squire along,<br /> +And many a knight of worship. To fitly train the young<br /> +The old should lend that service which once to them was lent.<br /> +They pass'd the hours in pastime and gentle merriment.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But first to God's due honor a holy mass they sung,<br /> +And then a press and struggle arose the crowd among,<br /> +And then with pomp befitting each youth was dubb'd a knight.<br /> +In sooth, before was never seen so fair a sight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All ran at once, where saddled many a war-horse stood.<br /> +In the court of Siegmund the tourney was so rude,<br /> +That both hall and palace echoed far around,<br /> +As those high-mettled champions shock'd with thundering sound.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Old and young together fiercely hurtling flew,<br /> +That the shiver'd lances swept the welkin through;<br /> +Splinters e'en to the palace went whizzing many a one<br /> +From hands of mighty champions; all there was deftly done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The Host bade cease the tourney; the steeds were led away;<br /> +Then might you see, all shatter'd how many a shield there lay,<br /> +And store of stones full precious from bucklers beaming sheen<br /> +In those fierce shocks were scatter'd upon the trampled green.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence went the guests in order, and sat around the board;<br /> +Many dainty dishes their wearied strength restor'd,<br /> +And wine, of all the richest, their burning thirst allay'd:<br /> +To friends alike and strangers was fitting honor pay'd.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Albeit in ceaseless pastime they sent the livelong day,<br /> +The mummers and the minstrels never ceas'd their play.<br /> +They flock'd to golden largess, a roving frolic band,<br /> +And pour'd a flood of praises on Siegmund's fertile land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king, too, as his father to him before had done,<br /> +Enfeoff'd with lands and castles Siegfried his youthful son;<br /> +Gifts to his sword-companions he gave with liberal hand,<br /> +So glad was he, it pleased them to come into his land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The gorgeous feast it lasted till the seventh day was o'er;<br /> +Siegelind the wealthy did as they did of yore;<br /> +She won for valiant Siegfried the hearts of young and old,<br /> +When for his sake among them she shower'd the ruddy gold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +You scarce could find one needy in all the minstrel band;<br /> +Horses and robes were scatter'd with ever open hand.<br /> +They gave as though they had not another day to live,<br /> +None were to take so ready, as they inclin'd to give.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So was dissolv'd with honor the mighty festival:<br /> +The high-descended Barons assembled there in hall,<br /> +That youth were well contented as lord to serve and sue,<br /> +But that desir'd not Siegfried, the champion stout and true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +While Siegelind and Siegmund yet liv'd and flourished there,<br /> +Full little reck'd their offspring the royal crown to wear.<br /> +He only would be master and exercise command,<br /> +'Gainst those whose pride o'erweening disturb'd the peaceful land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +None ventur'd to defy him; since weapons first he took,<br /> +The bed of sloth but seldom the noble knight could brook.<br /> +He only sought for battles; his prowess-gifted hand<br /> +Won him renown eternal in every foreign strand.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</a></span><br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRD_ADVENTURE" id="THIRD_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRD ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGFRIED WENT TO WORMS</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas seldom teen or sorrow the warrior's heart assay'd;<br /> +At length he heard the rumor, how a lovely maid<br /> +In Burgundy was dwelling, the fairest of the fair.<br /> +From her he won much pleasure, but dash'd with toil and care.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +By fame her peerless beauty was bruited far and wide,<br /> +Nor less her lofty virtue, and her pure virgin pride<br /> +Was day by day reported among the martial band.<br /> +This drew guests every flocking to good King Gunther's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For all the host of suitors that sought to bend her will,<br /> +True to her own coy promise remain'd fair Kriemhild still,<br /> +That she, for all their wooing, would love vouchsafe to none.<br /> +He was a distant stranger, who at last her favor won.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then sought the son of Siegelind to gain the haughty fair;<br /> +The vows of other suitors to his were light as air.<br /> +Such knight deserv'd to vanquish the coyest maiden's pride;<br /> +Ere long the noble Kriemhild became bold Siegfried's bride.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V3_V" id="V3_V"></a><a href="#St_3_V">V</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +His kinsmen and his liegemen then gave him counsel true,<br /> +That now, if he in honor were inclin'd to woo,<br /> +He should be bound in wedlock to no unequal make:<br /> +Then said the noble Siegfried, "Sure will I fair Kriemhild take,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The bright Burgundian maiden, best gem of Gunther's throne,<br /> +Whose far-renowned beauty stands unapproach'd, alone;<br /> +On earth nor king nor kaiser lives there so proud, I ween,<br /> +But he might deem him happy to win so fair a queen."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith were the tidings to Siegmund's ear preferr'd;<br /> +His anxious liegemen told him; from them his father heard<br /> +The high design of Siegfried; it much to heart he laid,<br /> +That he aspir'd so boldly to win so fair a maid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The news came eke to Siegelind, the noble monarch's wife;<br /> +Full sore the mother trembled for her darling's life,<br /> +For well she knew fierce Gunther and his vassals stern;<br /> +So strove they both the champion from his high emprise to turn.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the valiant Siegfried, "Dearest father mine,<br /> +The love of high-born women forever I'll resign,<br /> +Rather than play the wooer but where my heart is set."<br /> +Howe'er they sought to move him, but small success they met.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since naught can then dissuade thee," outspake his royal sire,<br /> +"Glad am I, blood of Siegmund should to such height aspire,<br /> +And so thy hopes to forward I'll do the best I can;<br /> +Yet in his court has Gunther many a proud o'erweening man.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"E'en were there none but Hagan, that redoubted knight<br /> +In pride can match the proudest, the mightiest in might;<br /> +So that, my son, I fear me, this hour we both may rue,<br /> +If our minds are settled the stately maid to woo."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What can ill befall us?" Siegfried made reply;<br /> +"If that misproud Burgundian my friendly suit deny,<br /> +Be sure, as much and more, too, I'll seize by strength of hand;<br /> +In this I trust to strip him of liegemen and of land."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Little thy words content me," the hoary prince replied,<br /> +"In the land of King Gunther thou sure durst never ride,<br /> +If, on the Rhine, young Siegfried, this tale were only told.<br /> +Gunther and eke Gernot I know them both of old.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"By force, fair son, assure thee, can none the maiden woo,"<br /> +Resum'd the princely Siegmund, "this I have heard for true;<br /> +But if with knights to back thee, thou'lt ride to Gunther's land,<br /> +We've friends enough, and forthwith I'll summon all the band."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"'Tis not to me well pleasing," the fiery youth replied,<br /> +"That I the Rhine should visit with warriors by my side,<br /> +As in array of battle, and 'twould my honor stain,<br /> +If I should need assistance the peerless maid to gain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I little care to win her save by my own good hand;<br /> +With comrades but eleven I'll hence to Gunther's land.<br /> +Thus far, father Siegmund, of you help I pray."<br /> +Then his friends, to trim their garments, receiv'd striped furs and gray.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To his mother Siegelind the heavy news they bore;<br /> +The queen straight for her Siegfried began to sorrow sore.<br /> +She shudder'd lest the lov'd one should all untimely die<br /> +By the fierce knights of Gunther, and wept full bitterly.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then in haste went Siegfried where she her moan did make,<br /> +And thus his sobbing mother tenderly bespake,<br /> +"Weep not for me, dear mother, in better hope repose,<br /> +Count me forever scathless e'en 'midst a thousand foes.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So give me all that's needful through Burgundy to ride,<br /> +That I and mine may journey with such fair weeds supplied<br /> +As best becomes companions of high degree to wear,<br /> +And from my heart I'll thank thee for all thy love and care."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since naught avails to stay thee," so spake his mother mild,<br /> +"I'll equip thee for the journey, my dear, my only child,<br /> +Thee and thy bold companions, and send thee richly dight<br /> +With weeds the best and fairest that e'er were worn by knight."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the queen young Siegfried in duty bent him low,<br /> +And said, "Upon this journey I would not that we go<br /> +More than twelve together, so these with robes provide.<br /> +Full fain am I to witness how stands it with my bride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Fair women at the needle were sitting night and day;<br /> +Scarcely could a seamstress her head on pillow lay,<br /> +Till robes were work'd for Siegfried and all his company.<br /> +The youth was ever yearning to start for Burgundy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His sire prepar'd his armor, and nothing left undone,<br /> +That he might leave his country as fitted Siegmund's son;<br /> +Well temper'd were their breast-plates that flash'd against the light,<br /> +Of proof were their morions, their bucklers broad and bright.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their way they now were ready to Burgundy to take;<br /> +Then man and wife were heavy with sorrow for their sake,<br /> +Lest evil should befall them, and bar their homeward road,<br /> +With weapons and apparel the heroes bad the sumpters load.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +High-mettled were their chargers, gold-bright their riding weed,<br /> +None ever rode more proudly (little were there need)<br /> +Than then did noble Siegfried, and that fair company<br /> +That with him leave were taking, all bound for Burgundy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king and queen, each weeping, gave him leave to part,<br /> +And he to both gave comfort all with a loving heart.<br /> +"Weep not," said he, "dear parents, of better courage be,<br /> +I'm safe where'er I travel, so take no thought for me."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V3_XXVII" id="V3_XXVII"></a><a href="#St_3_XXVII">XXVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ah! woe were then the warriors, and wept, too, many a maid,<br /> +Their hearts, I ween, the future in deepest gloom array'd,<br /> +And told them from that journey many a dear friend would bleed.<br /> +Full cause had they for sorrow, it brought them woe indeed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On the seventh fair morning by Worms along the strand<br /> +In knightly guise were pricking the death-defying band.<br /> +The ruddy gold fair glitter'd on every riding vest;<br /> +Their steeds they meetly govern'd, all pacing soft abreast.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their shields were new and massy and like flame they glow'd,<br /> +As bright too shone their helmets, while bold Siegfried rode<br /> +Straight to the court of Gunther to woo the stately maid;<br /> +Eye never look'd on champions so gorgeously array'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Down to their spurs loud clanging reach'd the swords they wore;<br /> +Sharp and well temper'd lances the chosen champions bore.<br /> +One, two spans broad or better, did Siegfried sternly shake,<br /> +With keen and cutting edges grim and ghastly wounds to make.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their golden-color'd bridles firm they held in hand;<br /> +Silken were their pöitrels; so rode they through the land.<br /> +On all sides the people to gaze on them began;<br /> +Then many of Gunther's liegemen swift to meet them ran.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a haughty warrior, stout squire, and hardy knight,<br /> +Went to receive the strangers as fitting was and right,<br /> +And, as to guests high honor'd, did courteous service yield,<br /> +Their steeds held as they lighted, and took from each his shield.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They were in act the chargers to lead away to stall,<br /> +When the redoubted Siegfried quick to them did call,<br /> +"Nay, leave us here the horses, we look not long to stay,<br /> +Anon with my companions I shall wend upon my way.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Affairs of high concernment this squadron hither bring,<br /> +So, whoso knows, straight tell me where I may find your king,<br /> +The wide-renowned Gunther, who reigns in Burgundy."<br /> +Then one who near was standing thus answer'd courteously,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"If you would find the monarch, you need not long to wait;<br /> +In yonder hall at leisure myself I left him late<br /> +Begirt with all his warriors; there you may feast your sight:<br /> +In sooth you'll find about him full many a stately knight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now to great King Gunther were the tidings told,<br /> +That there had journey'd thither hardy knights and bold,<br /> +Yclad in flashing armor and glittering vesture gay,<br /> +But who and whence the strangers, could no Burgundian say.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Much wonder'd the monarch, whence came the gallant band,<br /> +That with so fair equipment had reach'd Burgundian land,<br /> +And with so massy bucklers; that none could tidings bring<br /> +Of those heroic strangers, but little pleas'd the king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To Gunther then made answer the knight of Metz, Ortwine,<br /> +A warrior bold and mighty, and of the loftiest line,<br /> +"Since none of us can tell you who these same knights may be,<br /> +Send for my uncle Hagan; let him strangers see.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He knows the proud and puissant of every foreign land;<br /> +So we, what now we guess not, from him shall understand."<br /> +Him and his warlike vassals the impatient king bade call,<br /> +And soon redoubted Hagan strode tow'ring through the hall.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What would the king with Hagan?" the warrior made demand.<br /> +"Here in my house are wand'rers from some far-distant land,<br /> +Unknown to all around me; observe the strangers well,<br /> +And if thou e'er hast seen them, the truth, good Hagan, tell."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That will I straight," said Hagan; to a window then he went,<br /> +And his eyes attentive on the strangers bent.<br /> +Well pleas'd him their fair vesture, and well their armor sheen,<br /> +Yet sure the like he never in Burgundy had seen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Whencever come these champions whom chance to Rhineland brings,<br /> +Kings might they be," said Hagan, "or messengers of kings.<br /> +How highly bred their chargers! how gorgeous their array!<br /> +Wherever lies their country, high-mettled lords are they."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And thereto added Hagan, "This too I'll vouch for yet;<br /> +Albeit on noble Siegfried I never eyes have set;<br /> +Still to aver I'll venture, that (let whate'er befall)<br /> +'Tis he that's stalking yonder, so stately and so tall.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He brings some new adventure to our Burgundian land;<br /> +The valiant Nibelungers he slew by strength of hand,<br /> +Nibelung and Shilbung the princes stern in fight,<br /> +And since has many a wonder achiev'd with all-surpassing might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"As all alone and aidless he was riding once at will,<br /> +As I have heard reported, he found beside a hill<br /> +With Nibelung's hoarded treasure full many a man of might;<br /> +Strange seem'd they to the champion, till he came to know them right.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"They had brought the treasure, as just then befell,<br /> +Forth from a yawning cavern; now hear a wonder tell,<br /> +How those fierce Nibelungers the treasure would divide;<br /> +The noble Siegfried eyed them, and wonder'd as he eyed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He nearer came and nearer, close watching still the clan,<br /> +Till they got sight of him too, when one of them began,<br /> +'Here comes the stalwart Siegfried, the chief of Netherland.'<br /> +A strange adventure met he with that Nibelungers' band.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Him well receiv'd the brethren Shilbung and Nibelung.<br /> +With one accord they begg'd him, those noble princes young,<br /> +To part the hoard betwixt them, and ever pressing bent<br /> +The hero's wavering purpose till he yielded full consent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He saw of gems such plenty, drawn from that dark abode,<br /> +That not a hundred wagons could bear the costly load,<br /> +Still more of gold so ruddy from the Nibelungers' land.<br /> +All this was to be parted by noble Siegfried's hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So Nibelung's sword they gave him to recompense his pain,<br /> +But ill was done the service, which they had sought so fain,<br /> +And he so hard had granted; Siegfried, the hero good,<br /> +Fail'd the long task to finish; this stirr'd their angry mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V3_LI" id="V3_LI"></a><a href="#St_3_LI">LI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The treasure undivided he needs must let remain,<br /> +When the two kings indignant set on him with their train,<br /> +But Siegfried gripp'd sharp Balmung (so hight their father's sword),<br /> +And took from them their country and the beaming precious hoard.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"For friends had they twelve champions, each, as avers my tale,<br /> +A strong and sturdy giant, but what could all avail?<br /> +All twelve to death successive smote Siegfried's mastering hand,<br /> +And vanquish'd chiefs seven hundred of the Nibelungers' land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"With that good weapon Balmung; by sudden fear dismay'd<br /> +Both of the forceful swordsman and of the sword he sway'd,<br /> +Unnumber'd youthful heroes to Siegfried bent that hour,<br /> +Themselves, their lands, their castles, submitting to his power.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Those two fierce kings together he there depriv'd of life,<br /> +Then wag'd with puissant Albric a stern and dubious strife,<br /> +Who thought to take full vengeance for both his masters slain,<br /> +But found his might and manhood with Siegfried's match'd in vain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V3_LV" id="V3_LV"></a><a href="#St_3_LV">LV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The mighty dwarf successless strove with the mightier man;<br /> +Like to wild mountain lions to th' hollow hill they ran;<br /> +He ravish'd there the cloud-cloak from struggling Albric's hold,<br /> +And then became the master of th' hoarded gems and gold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Whoever dar'd resist him, all by his sword lay slain,<br /> +Then bade he bring the treasure back to the cave again,<br /> +Whence the men of Nibelung the same before had stirr'd;<br /> +On Albric last the office of keeper he conferr'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He took an oath to serve him, as his liegeman true,<br /> +In all that to a master from his man is due.<br /> +Such deeds," said he of Trony, "has conqu'ring Siegfried done;<br /> +Be sure, such mighty puissance, knight has never won.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yet more I know of Siegfried, that well your ear may hold;<br /> +A poison-spitting dragon he slew with courage bold,<br /> +And in the blood then bath'd him; this turn'd to horn his skin.<br /> +And now no weapons harm him, as often proved has been.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Receive then this young hero with all becoming state;<br /> +'Twere ill advis'd to merit so fierce a champion's hate.<br /> +So lovely is his presence, at once all hearts are won,<br /> +And then his strength and courage such wondrous deeds have done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the mighty monarch, "Thou counsellest aright.<br /> +See how stands full knightly, prepar'd for fiercest fight,<br /> +He and his hardy comrades, the death-defying man!<br /> +Straight we'll descend to meet him as courteous as we can."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That be assur'd," said Hagan, "with honor may be done;<br /> +Of lofty kin is Siegfried, a mighty monarch's son.<br /> +Me seemeth, if to purpose his bearing I have eyed,<br /> +By heaven, 'tis no light matter hath bidd'n him thither ride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the country's ruler, "He shall be welcome here,<br /> +Bold is the knight and noble, that I discover clear,<br /> +And much shall it avail him on our Burgundian ground."<br /> +Then thither went King Gunther where he Siegfried found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The host and his companions so well receiv'd the guest,<br /> +That nothing there was wanting that courtesy express'd;<br /> +And low inclin'd the warrior to all in presence there,<br /> +Since they had giv'n him greeting so friendly and so fair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I wonder much," said Gunther, "and fain would understand,<br /> +Whence comes the noble Siegfried to this Burgundian land,<br /> +And what he here is seeking at Worms upon the Rhine."<br /> +The guest to the king made answer, "Concealment is no art of mine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Afar I heard the tidings, e'en in my father's land,<br /> +That here with you were dwelling (fain would I know the band)<br /> +The best and prowest champions so voic'd by all and some,<br /> +That ever king surrounded; I'm therefore hither come.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Your own renown I've heard, too, through all this country ring,<br /> +That never eye of mortal has seen so bold a king.<br /> +Your prowess and your knighthood are vouch'd by high and low,<br /> +Now ne'er will I turn homeward till this by proof I know.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I too am a warrior, and shall a sceptre sway,<br /> +And I would fain bring all men perforce of me to say,<br /> +That I both land and liegemen have nobly merited.<br /> +This to maintain I'll freely pledge, my honor and my head.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now since you are so famous for manhood and for skill,<br /> +Naught reck I, if my purpose be taken well or ill,<br /> +But all that's own'd by Gunther I'll win by strength of hand,<br /> +And force to my obedience his castles and his land."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king was lost in wonder, and with him all the rest,<br /> +At such a strange pretension from that o'erweening guest,<br /> +Who claim'd his whole possessions that stretch'd so wide around.<br /> +His vassals heard the challenge, and for anger sternly frown'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How," cried the valiant Gunther, "have I deserv'd this wrong,<br /> +That what my noble father with honor rul'd so long,<br /> +I now should yield to any, o'ermaster'd by his might?<br /> +Ill should I show, that I too can bear me like a knight!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'll ne'er renounce my purpose," the fiery youth replied;<br /> +"If through thy might thy country cannot in peace abide,<br /> +I'll take on me to rule it, and what I hold in fee,<br /> +If thou by strength canst take it, shall alike submit to thee.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Let thy broad lands and mine too be laid in equal scale,<br /> +And whichsoe'er in battle o'er th' other shall prevail,<br /> +To him let all be subject, the liegemen and the land."<br /> +But Hagan sought, and Gernot, such purpose to withstand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To us 'tis little pleasing," Gernot made reply,<br /> +"That we should lands be seizing, whose lords should slaughter'd lie<br /> +That we may win unjustly; our lands are fair and wide;<br /> +We are their rightful masters, and none they need beside."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Grim glar'd King Gunther's warriors (of gathering wrath the sign!)<br /> +Among them lower'd the darkest the knight of Metz, Ortwine.<br /> +"It irks me much," exclaim'd he, "to hear these words of pride.<br /> +Sir King! by haughty Siegfried thou'rt wrongfully defied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Were thou and thy brave brethren stript of those arms you boast,<br /> +While he to back his quarrel should bring a royal host,<br /> +E'en then I'd trust to teach him a humbler pitch to fly,<br /> +And cower as low before us, as now he mounteth high."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Wroth was at this defiance the chief of Netherland.<br /> +He cried, "Thou durst not venture 'gainst me to lift thy hand.<br /> +I am a mighty monarch, a monarch's man art thou;<br /> +Should twelve like thee resist me, twelve such to one should bow."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then 'gan for swords call loudly the knight of Metz, Ortwine,<br /> +The sister's son of Hagan, pride of his lofty line.<br /> +It irk'd him that his uncle so long had silent stood.<br /> +Bold Gernot interposing thus cool'd his fiery mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ortwine!" said he, "be calmer; why thus to weapons run?<br /> +To us the valiant stranger no such offence has done.<br /> +We yet may part in kindness; I rede thee, wrath give o'er,<br /> +And make a friend of Siegfried; this still were to our credit more."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"It well may irk," said Hagan, "all us good knights of thine,<br /> +That this imperious wanderer e'er rode unto the Rhine.<br /> +Such strife-producing journey were better ne'er begun.<br /> +Ne'er had the kings my masters by him so evil done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto straight answer'd Siegfried, fiercely frowning still,<br /> +"If these my words, Sir Hagan, have chanc'd to please you ill,<br /> +Be sure, high deeds of valor, you at these hands shall see,<br /> +Deeds, that e'en less may please you here in Burgundy."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"This I alone," said Gernot, "can turn from evil end;"<br /> +So all his warriors bade he the stranger not offend<br /> +With words that breath'd defiance, and thus the turmoil stay'd;<br /> +And Siegfried too was thinking upon the stately maid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How suits this strife with either?" the prudent warrior said,<br /> +"How many chiefs soever should in this broil lie dead,<br /> +By us would little honor, by you small gain be won."<br /> +Thereto gave answer Siegfried, King Siegmund's haughty son:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"But wherefore lingereth Hagan, and wherefore proud Ortwine,<br /> +That, with their friends thus swarming upon the banks of Rhine,<br /> +Nor one, nor other ventures a stranger's arm to brave?"<br /> +Both kept unwilling silence, such counsel Gernot gave.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"You shall to us be welcome," resum'd Queen Uta's son,<br /> +"You and your faithful comrades, all and every one.<br /> +We shall be proud to serve you, I and all kin of mine,"<br /> +Then for the guests 'twas order'd to pour King Gunther's wine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spoke the sov'reign ruler, "Whatever ours we call,<br /> +Should you in honor claim it, is at your service all—<br /> +Our persons—our possessions—if so it seems you good."<br /> +Thereat became Sir Siegfried of somewhat milder mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith their whole equipment down from their beasts was brought;<br /> +For Siegfried and his fellows with fitting zeal were sought<br /> +Of all convenient chambers the choicest and the best.<br /> +At length the bold Burgundians look'd friendly on their guest.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thenceforth were fitting honors paid him many a day,<br /> +A thousand-fold, be certain more than I can say.<br /> +This earn'd his strength and valor; so gracious was his state,<br /> +'Twas rare that any mortal could look on him with hate.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their hours they spent in pastime—the kings and all the rest—<br /> +Whate'er the sport that pleas'd them, 'twas Siegfried play'd it best.<br /> +Such was his skill and puissance, that none could come him near<br /> +To hurl the stone tempestuous or dart the whizzing spear.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whene'er before the ladies, all in courtly guise,<br /> +Plied the contending champions their knightly exercise,<br /> +Then all look'd on delighted as noble Siegfried strove;<br /> +But he his thoughts kept ever fix'd on his lofty love.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XC</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At court the lovely ladies were asking evermore,<br /> +Who was the stately stranger that so rich vesture wore,<br /> +At once so fair of presence and so strong of hand.<br /> +Then many a one gave answer, "'Tis the King of Netherland."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He ever was the foremost, whate'er the game they play'd.<br /> +Still in his inmost bosom he bore one lovely maid,<br /> +Whom he beheld had never, and yet to all preferr'd;<br /> +She too of him in secret spoke many a kindly word.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When in the court contending fierce squire and hardy knight,<br /> +As fits the young and noble, wag'd the mimic fight,<br /> +Oft Kriemhild through her window would look, herself unseen:<br /> +Then no other pleasure needed the gentle queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What then had been his rapture, could he have only guess'd,<br /> +That on him she was looking, who reign'd within his breast!<br /> +Could he but once have seen her, I ween, not all the bliss,<br /> +That all the world can lavish, would he have ta'en for this.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whene'er, as is the custom at intervals of sport,<br /> +He midst the crowd of heroes was standing in the court,<br /> +So graceful was the bearing of Siegelind's matchless son,<br /> +That the heart of every lady that look'd on him he won.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Oft too would he be thinking, "How now can it be,<br /> +That I the noble maiden with mine eyes may see,<br /> +Whom I in heart love dearly, and so long have done?<br /> +And she's an utter stranger! Ah! Woe is me, unhappy one!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whene'er the kings it needed through their land to ride,<br /> +Then kept their faithful liegemen attendance by their side,<br /> +And with them forth must Siegfried; this irk'd his lady sore;<br /> +He through her love was pining the while as much or more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So with those kings, high honor'd Siegmund's noble son<br /> +In Gunther's land was dwelling till full a year was run,<br /> +Nor, all that weary season, a single glimpse could gain<br /> +Of her, who after brought him such pleasure and such pain.<br /> +</p> + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="FOURTH_ADVENTURE" id="FOURTH_ADVENTURE"></a>FOURTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGFRIED FOUGHT WITH THE SAXONS</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V4_I" id="V4_I"></a><a href="#St_4_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now strange and stirring tidings were brought to Gunther's throne<br /> +By messengers commissioned from foreign chiefs unknown,<br /> +Who bore the brethren malice, and whom they well might fear.<br /> +When they receiv'd the message, right heavy was their cheer.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The same I now will tell you; King Ludeger the bold,<br /> +From the land of the Saxons (a mightier ne'er was told)<br /> +Was leagued with him of Denmark, King Ludegast the strong,<br /> +And many a famous warrior both brought with them along.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their messengers, hard riding, came to King Gunther's land,<br /> +As his far-distant foemen had given them in command;<br /> +Then ask'd the crowd, what tidings the unknown guests might bring.<br /> +To court they straight were hurried, and set before the king.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Them well the monarch greeted: "You're welcome; never fear;<br /> +From whom you come, I know not, but willingly would hear,<br /> +And it is yours to tell me." So spake the monarch good.<br /> +Then 'gan they sore to tremble at Gunther's angry mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since you, O king! permit us to utter plain and true<br /> +This our high commission, naught will we hide from you.<br /> +Our masters we will tell you, who gave us this command.<br /> +King Ludegast and King Ludeger will visit you in this land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"You have deserved their anger; for truth can I relate,<br /> +That both our puissant masters bear you deadly hate.<br /> +They'll lead a host unnumber'd to Worms unto the Rhine.<br /> +Of this be warn'd for certain; fix'd is their proud design.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Within twelve weeks at farthest their camp will onward go;<br /> +If you've good friends to aid you, 'twill soon be time to show.<br /> +Their best will sure be needed to guard both fort and field,<br /> +Soon shall we here be shiv'ring many a helm and many a shield.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Or would you seek a treaty, let it at once be said,<br /> +Ere their prevailing myriads, one wasteful ruin spread<br /> +Through all your wide dominions with their consuming might,<br /> +And Death unsated feast him on many a gallant knight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now wait awhile, ye strangers," thus spake the noble king,<br /> +"I must think, ere I answer the message that you bring.<br /> +I've friends and faithful liegemen, whose sage advice I use,<br /> +And with them I must counsel take on this heavy news."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The nigh approaching danger irk'd King Gunther sore,<br /> +And the proud defiance deep in heart he bore;<br /> +He sent for valiant Hagan and many another knight,<br /> +And Gernot, too, bade hasten with all the speed he might.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once they flock'd around him, a stern and stately band;<br /> +Then spake the king, "Proud strangers, here, in our own good land,<br /> +Have sent to bid us battle; weigh well such tidings told."<br /> +Thereto straight answer'd Gernot, a hardy knight and bold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Then with our swords we'll meet them; defiance we'll defy;<br /> +None but the death-doom'd perish, so bravely let them die;<br /> +I'll ne'er forget my honor for all they choose to send.<br /> +So fierce a foe to Gernot is welcome as a friend."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Rash hold I such hot counsel," said Hagan, Trony's knight,<br /> +"Both Ludegast and Ludeger are men of mickle might:<br /> +In so few days our vassals we scarce can muster well."<br /> +He paused a space, then added, "The news to Siegfried tell."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile they lodg'd the strangers within the city fair;<br /> +Though all were foes around them, King Gunther bade them share<br /> +All courteous entertainment; so fitly dealt the king,<br /> +Till he had learn'd, what forces he might together bring.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Right ill at ease was Gunther; his brow was clouded o'er;<br /> +A gallant knight, who mark'd him what heavy cheer he bore,<br /> +Who had not heard the tidings, nor thus the truth could guess,<br /> +With friendly will thus mov'd him his sorrow to confess.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I wonder much," said Siegfried, "why I of late have seen<br /> +With care so overshadow'd that frank and merry mien,<br /> +That gave a zest to pleasure, and heighten'd each delight."<br /> +Whereto gave answer Gunther the far-renowned knight;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To all the world I cannot my bitter bale impart;<br /> +Bear it I must, and wrap it close in my inmost heart.<br /> +Bosom woes can only to bosom friends be said."<br /> +Thereat the hue of Siegfried wax'd both white and red.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He thus bespake the monarch, "I ne'er denied you aught,<br /> +And now will serve you truly, whate'er be in your thought.<br /> +Need you friends, King Gunther? no firmer friend than I.<br /> +Is it a deed of danger? I'll do it, or I'll die."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God reward you, Siegfried; your words they please me well;<br /> +E'en should your strength avail not this danger to repel,<br /> +There's comfort in such friendship as you have shown to-day.<br /> +Let me live a little longer, well will I all repay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And now my source of sorrow, Sir Siegfried, you shall know;<br /> +It comes of two proud princes, each my deadly foe,<br /> +Who me with war would visit, and all my lands o'errun,<br /> +A deed that here by warrior before was never done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Take little thought," said Siegfried, "of them and their emprise;<br /> +Calm but your anxious spirit, and do as I advise.<br /> +Let me for you advantage as well as honor win,<br /> +And bid at once to aid you your warriors hasten in.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"If your o'erweening foemen can together call<br /> +Thirty thousand champions, I'll stand against them all<br /> +With but a single thousand; for that rely on me."<br /> +"For this," replied King Gunther, "I'm ever bound to thee."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So from your army give me a thousand men at most,<br /> +Since I, who well could muster at home a gallant host,<br /> +Have here twelve comrades only; thus will I guard your land.<br /> +Count on true service ever from Siegfried's faithful hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And Hagan too shall help us, and with him stout Ortwine,<br /> +Dankwart and Sindolt those loving lords of thine,<br /> +And fear-defying Folker shall our companion be;<br /> +He shall bear our banner; better none than he."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And forthwith did the envoys back to their lords return:<br /> +"Tell them they soon shall see us, and to their cost shall learn<br /> +How we devise protection for castle and for town."<br /> +Straight call'd the king his kinsmen and the suitors of his crown.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The messengers of Ludeger before th' assembly went;<br /> +They heard with joy and gladness that home they would be sent.<br /> +With costly presents Gunther their parting steps pursued,<br /> +And with them sent an escort; this rais'd full high their mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ye messengers," said Gunther, "thus to your masters say,<br /> +They'd best be pricking homeward as quickly as they may;<br /> +Or, should they please to seek us among our liegemen true,<br /> +Let but our friends be faithful, we'll find them work to do."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then forth the costly presents to the messengers they bore;<br /> +Enough, be sure, and more, too, King Gunther had in store.<br /> +King Ludeger's men to take them in sooth were nothing coy;<br /> +Then leave they took of Gunther, and parted thence with joy.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now when back to Denmark were come the envoys bold,<br /> +And to the stout King Ludegast had the tidings told,<br /> +How they of Rhine were coming, fierce war themselves to bring,<br /> +To hear of their high courage troubled sore the king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said they, "Yon proud Burgundian has many a man of might,<br /> +But for the first and foremost we mark'd a matchless knight,<br /> +One that men call Siegfried, a chief of Netherland."<br /> +Ill foreboded Ludegast from such a foe at hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When to them of Denmark were these tidings told,<br /> +The more their friends they summon'd to muster manifold,<br /> +Nor press nor hasty message did stout Sir Ludegast slack,<br /> +Till twenty thousand champions were marching at his back.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Alike to brave Sir Ludeger did his Saxons throng,<br /> +Till they in arms had gather'd full forty thousand strong,<br /> +Ready at his bidding through Burgundy to ride,<br /> +Nor less at home did Gunther his men at arms provide.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His kinsmen and his brethren he begg'd at once to speed,<br /> +And to the war that dar'd them their muster'd vassals lead,<br /> +And death-defying Hagan; they gather'd far and nigh.<br /> +Full many a chief thereafter that journey brought to die.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They one and all were stirring; no loiterer was there;<br /> +The danger-daring Folker the standard was to bear.<br /> +To cross the Rhine they purpos'd and leave their native land.<br /> +Hagan the knight of Trony was marshal of the band.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With them, too, rode Sindolt, and with them Hunolt bold,<br /> +Both resolv'd by service to earn King Gunther's gold,<br /> +And Dankwart, Hagan's brother, and the brave Ortwine,<br /> +Alike would seek for honor in the march beyond the Rhine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Sir King," said noble Siegfried, "here sit at home and play,<br /> +While I and your vassals are fighting far away;<br /> +Here frolic with the ladies and many a merry mate,<br /> +And trust to me for guarding your honor and estate.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Those foes of yours, that threaten'd as far as Worms to roam,<br /> +I will be their surety, that they shall bide at home.<br /> +So deep within their country we are resolv'd to ride,<br /> +To wail shall turn their vaunting, to penitence their pride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From Rhine through Hesse advancing they rode upon their way,<br /> +Toward the Saxon country, where after happ'd the fray.<br /> +Far and wide they ravag'd, and fiery brands they toss'd,<br /> +Till both the princes heard it and felt it to their cost.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They now were on the borders; then hasten'd every man,<br /> +When the stalwart Siegfried thus to ask began:<br /> +"Who shall be appointed to guard our company?<br /> +Sure ne'er was raid that threaten'd such ill to Saxony."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They answered, "Let to Dankwart the charge committed be<br /> +To guard the young and heedless; more nimble none than he.<br /> +We thus the less shall suffer from aught our foes design.<br /> +To him commit the rearward, and with him too Ortwine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Myself alone," said Siegfried, "will ever forward ride,<br /> +Till I have found our foemen and all their strength espied.<br /> +Keep watch and ward unceasing till I this task have done."<br /> +Then donn'd at once his armor fair Siegelind's martial son.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At parting he his people in charge to Hagan gave,<br /> +And with him eke to Gernot the prudent and the brave;<br /> +Then all alone went riding through the wide Saxon realm;<br /> +And soon that day he shatter'd the band of many a helm.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +That mighty host next spied he, as wide encamp'd it lay.<br /> +It might his single puissance a hundred-fold outweigh.<br /> +Better than forty thousand were muster'd there for fight,<br /> +Sir Siegfried mark'd their numbers, and gladden'd at the sight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V4_XLIV" id="V4_XLIV"></a><a href="#St_4_XLIV">XLIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Before the camp he noted a knight, that on his ground<br /> +Strong watch and ward kept heedful, and peer'd on all around.<br /> +At once of him was Siegfried, and he of Siegfried ware,<br /> +And each began on the other angrily to glare.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Who was this watchful warder, now you shall be told.<br /> +At hand by him lay ready a flashing shield of gold.<br /> +Twas e'en the stout King Ludegast, that watch'd his gather'd might.<br /> +Fiercely upon the monarch sprung the stranger knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As fiercely too against him the fiery monarch sped;<br /> +In the flank of the war-horse each dash'd the rowels red:<br /> +The lance with all his puissance each level'd at the shield.<br /> +Ill chance befell King Ludegast in that disastrous field.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Beneath the spur blood-dripping the steeds together flew;<br /> +Champion clos'd with champion as though a tempest blew.<br /> +Then wheel'd they round full knightly; each well the bridle sway'd<br /> +Again they met unsated, and with blade encounter'd blade.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Such strokes there struck Sir Siegfried, that all the field it rang;<br /> +At each, as e'en from torches, the fire-red sparkles sprang<br /> +From Ludegast's batter'd helmet. So strive they all they can<br /> +And either stormy champion in th' other finds his man.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At Siegfried too Sir Ludegast struck many a sturdy stroke;<br /> +Each on his foeman's buckler his gather'd fury broke.<br /> +Full thirty men of Ludegast's meanwhile had spied the fray,<br /> +But, ere they up could hasten, Siegfried had won the day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thrice smote he the bright breast-plate, and pierc'd it through and through;<br /> +Thrice the blood in torrents from the king he drew,<br /> +Those three strokes have ended that encounter keen.<br /> +Down sunk woful Ludegast grovelling on the green.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He straight for life sued humbly, and yielded up his claim<br /> +To all his lands, and told him that Ludegast was his name.<br /> +On this up came his warriors, who from afar had seen<br /> +The fight, that at the ward-post so fiercely fought had been.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence Siegfried thought to bring him, when sudden all the band<br /> +Of thirty set upon him; well then the hero's hand<br /> +Maintain'd his royal captive with many a mighty blow.<br /> +The peerless champion wrought them yet heavier loss and woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He fought with all the thirty till all but one were slain;<br /> +To him his life he granted; he trembling rode amain,<br /> +And told the truth disastrous to all the gaping crew;<br /> +On his bloody helmet they might see it written, too.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Woe were the men of Denmark to hear the deadly tale;<br /> +Their king too was a captive; this added bale to bale.<br /> +They told it to his brother; he straight to storm began.<br /> +Wroth was he to have suffered such loss by arm of man.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So by the might of Siegfried was Ludegast led away<br /> +To where the men of Gunther in watchful leaguer lay,<br /> +And given in charge to Hagan; when they came to hear<br /> +The prisoner was King Ludegast, they scarcely shed a tear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now rear they bade the banner the bold Burgundian crew.<br /> +"Up!" cried the son of Siegelind, "more will be yet to do,<br /> +If there be life in Siegfried, and that ere day be done.<br /> +Woe to the Saxon mothers! they'll weep for many a son.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ye hardy knights of Rhineland, take of me good heed.<br /> +Right through the ranks of Ludeger your valor will I lead.<br /> +You'll see by hands of heroes helmets cleft amain.<br /> +Shame shall they learn and sorrow ere we ride home again."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once to horse good Gernot and all his meiny sprung,<br /> +At once the glittering banner to the breeze was flung<br /> +By the bold minstrel Folker riding in the van;<br /> +So moved they on to battle, war-breathing every man.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +No more than e'en a thousand went on the hard emprise;<br /> +With them twelve stranger champions. Now 'gan the dust arise<br /> +Along the paths they trampled; they rode by copse and field<br /> +And startled all the country with the flash of many a shield.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Against them with their myriads came on the Saxons bold.<br /> +Their swords they well were sharpen'd, as I have since been told.<br /> +Keen cut the temper'd weapons in their well-practised hands,<br /> +To guard from those fierce strangers their castles and their lands.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The war-directing marshal led on the troop amain,<br /> +And thither too fierce Siegfried brought up the scanty train,<br /> +That had his fortunes follow'd from distant Netherland.<br /> +Busied that day in battle was many a bloody hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sindolt and Hunolt and noble Gernot too<br /> +In the fierce encounter many a champion slew,<br /> +Who, ere they felt their puissance, little thought to quail;<br /> +Many a noble lady then had cause to wail.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Folker and Hagan, and eke the fierce Ortwine,<br /> +Death-defying champions, dimm'd many a helmet's shine<br /> +With bloody streaming torrents that down began to run;<br /> +There too were by Dankwart mighty marvels done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Every man of Denmark frankly tried his hand;<br /> +You might have heard a clatter ring throughout the land<br /> +Of shiver'd shields and sword-blades; 'sooth the work was rough,<br /> +And the hurtling Saxons damage did enough.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Where the stern Burgundians plung'd into the strife,<br /> +Many a wound was given, and let out many a life.<br /> +The blood from that red slaughter above the saddles stood;<br /> +Woo'd as a bride was honor by heroes bold and good.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But louder still and louder in every hero's hand<br /> +Clash'd the keen-ground weapons, when those of Netherland<br /> +Behind their charging master rush'd into the fight.<br /> +On they came with Siegfried; each bore him as a knight.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V4_LXVII" id="V4_LXVII"></a><a href="#St_4_LXVII">LXVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Not a lord of Rhineland could follow where he flew.<br /> +You might see red spouting the riven helmets through<br /> +Sudden streams of slaughter where Siegfried smote around,<br /> +Till he at last King Ludeger before his comrades found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thrice pierc'd he through the Saxons, and thrice return'd again,<br /> +From van to utmost rear-guard still trampling down the slain;<br /> +Nor was it long, ere Hagan came up his part to bear.<br /> +Down then must proudest champions before th' unconquer'd pair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V4_LXIX" id="V4_LXIX"></a><a href="#St_4_LXIX">LXIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +When the stalwart Ludeger saw noble Siegfried nigh,<br /> +Who in his hand wide-wasting ever heav'd on high<br /> +The storm-descending Balmung, and slew him many a slain,<br /> +Grimly frown'd the monarch, and burn'd with wrath amain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dire was the storm and struggle, and loud the sword-blades clash'd,<br /> +When both the thick battalions each on the other dash'd,<br /> +Each angry leader panting to meet in stern debate.<br /> +The crowd began to scatter; then fiercer rose their hate.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well the Saxon ruler that day perform'd his part;<br /> +To know his brother taken cut him to the heart.<br /> +He heard it first reported, Gernot the deed had done,<br /> +But now he knew for certain, 'twas Siegelind's conqu'ring son.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So burly were the buffets which Ludeger dealt in field,<br /> +That Siegfried's panting charger under the saddle reel'd.<br /> +Soon as the steed recover'd, a fiercer passion stirr'd<br /> +His angry lord, and hotter through the red press he spurr'd.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then up to help him Hagan, and up good Gernot sped,<br /> +Dankwart and Folker; round lay in heaps the dead;<br /> +And Sindolt came, and Hunolt, and the good knight Ortwine.<br /> +Down sunk the Saxons trampled by the warriors of the Rhine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Close fought the chiefs, unsever'd 'spite of the hurtling bands<br /> +Then might you see the lances from mightiest heroes' hands<br /> +Fly o'er the nodding helmets, and pierce the bucklers through;<br /> +Many a glittering armor was dyed a bloody hue.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In the fierce encounter many a mighty man<br /> +Tumbled from the saddle; each on th' other ran<br /> +Ludeger and Siegfried, each the other's peer;<br /> +Many a shaft was flying, whizzing many a spear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Off flew Ludeger's shield-plate by dint of Siegfried's hand.<br /> +Then look'd at last for conquest the knight of Netherland<br /> +Over the struggling Saxons, such force was in that stroke.<br /> +Then too how many a breast-plate the strong-arm'd Dankwart broke!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just then it chanc'd King Ludeger had a crown espied<br /> +Painted upon the buckler that guarded Siegfried's side.<br /> +Straight knew the astonish'd Saxon, 'twas he, the mighty man,<br /> +And to his friends the hero to call aloud began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Stop! stop! enough of fighting, my merry men each one!<br /> +Here in this bloody battle I've met with Siegmund's son.<br /> +The chief-destroying Siegfried for certain seen have I.<br /> +The devil has sent him hither to harry Saxony."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He bade them lower the banners; forthwith they lower'd them all;<br /> +And peace he then demanded; 'twas granted at his call;<br /> +But go he must a pris'ner to good King Gunther's land;<br /> +This was from him extorted by Siegfried's conqu'ring hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With one accord agreeing the bloody strife they left;<br /> +The shining shields all shiver'd, the helmets hack'd and cleft<br /> +They laid aside o'er-wearied; whatever down they threw<br /> +Bore from Burgundian falchions a stain of bloody hue.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They took whome'er it pleas'd them, none could their will gainsay.<br /> +Gernot and valiant Hagan at once bade bear away<br /> +The faint and feeble wounded, and with them carried then<br /> +Off to the Rhine as captives five hundred chosen men.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With wailing back to Denmark the bootless warriors came;<br /> +The late o'erweening Saxons bore off but loss and shame<br /> +From that disastrous struggle; each hung his pensive head.<br /> +They last their friends remember'd, and sorrow'd for the dead.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Anon they bade the sumpters be loaded for the Rhine;<br /> +And thus victorious Siegfried his perilous design<br /> +Had brought to full performance; well had he done in fight;<br /> +This every man of Gunther allow'd him as of right.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To Worms straight did a message from good Sir Gernot come,<br /> +To tell throughout the country to all his friends at home<br /> +Whate'er in that encounter to him and his befell,<br /> +And how they all their duty had knightly done and well.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The youths they ran their swiftest, and nois'd abroad the whole.<br /> +Then laugh'd who late lamented; delight succeeded dole.<br /> +All bosoms straight were beating to learn the news they bore,<br /> +And every noble lady would ask them o'er and o'er,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How the knights of Gunther in Saxony had sped.<br /> +Then too the lovelorn Kriemhild had one in secret led<br /> +(For publicly she durst not) to a distant bower apart,<br /> +For she would learn how far'd it with the chosen of her heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as to the chamber the melancholy maid<br /> +Saw the youth approaching, sweetly thus she said,<br /> +"Now tell me happy tidings, and I'll give thee gold in store,<br /> +And if 'tis truth thou tell'st me, I'll befriend thee evermore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Tell me how in battle my brother Gernot sped,<br /> +And all our friends around him; is any of them dead?<br /> +Who prov'd the best and bravest? this thou must tell me true."<br /> +"No coward," the youth made answer, "had we in all the crew;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"But sure to fight or foray (the simple truth to tell)<br /> +Fair and noble princess! rode never knight so well<br /> +As the noble stranger from distant Netherland.<br /> +Wonders that mock believing were wrought by Siegfried's hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XC</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"However well the others have borne them in the fight,<br /> +Dankwart and Hagan, and all our men of might,<br /> +Howe'er deserv'd the honor, that other swords have won,<br /> +'Tis a puff of wind to Siegfried, King Siegmund's glorious son.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Well plied the rest the falchion, and wielded well the spear,<br /> +But ne'er from tongue of mortal expect at full to hear<br /> +What feats were done by Siegfried, when he broke the squadrons through;<br /> +Those feats the weeping sisters of slaughter'd brethren rue.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"There lay the heart's-beloved of many a mourning bride;<br /> +Beneath his sounding sword-strokes cleft morions, gaping wide,<br /> +Let out the ruddy life-blood gushing fearfully.<br /> +Sir Siegfried is in all things the flower of chivalry.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"There too won no small worship the knight of Metz, Ortwine;<br /> +Whomever reach'd the warrior with keen-edg'd falchion fine,<br /> +Down went they from the war-horse, some wounded, others dead.<br /> +There too your valiant brother as wide the slaughter spread,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"As e'er was done, believe me, since armies met in fight;<br /> +So much must all men witness of that redoubted knight.<br /> +There too the proud Burgundians so nobly strove for fame,<br /> +That well they have assur'd them from every taint of blame.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Before their level'd lances was many a saddle void;<br /> +Around the field re-echoed when they the sword employ'd.<br /> +The noble knights of Rhineland fought so well that day,<br /> +Their foes had sure done wiser at once to flee away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The gallant men of Trony did deeds they well may boast<br /> +When with united squadrons to battle rode the host.<br /> +What numbers fell by Hagan and Hagan's chivalry!<br /> +Long shall their glory flourish here in broad Burgundy.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Sindolt and Hunolt, each Gernot's liegemen true,<br /> +And never-daunted Rumolt so rush'd the foemen through,<br /> +That ever will King Ludeger repent his vain design<br /> +To meet your royal brethren on the banks of Rhine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"But of all feats, the fairest, that in that field befell,<br /> +From first to last most glorious, as all who saw can tell,<br /> +Were those achiev'd full knightly by Siegfried's deadly hand.<br /> +Now many a wealthy captive brings he to Gunther's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Beneath his arm, submission the brother kings have learn'd;<br /> +Proud Dane and haughty Saxon alike defeat have earn'd;<br /> +Dead lie their loving vassals wide o'er the bloody green.<br /> +Now to my tale yet listen, high and noble queen!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">C</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now both are hither wending, the thralls of Siegfried's hand;<br /> +Chief ne'er such countless captives brought to Burgundian land,<br /> +As now to Rhine are coming, o'ermastered by his might."<br /> +Ne'er heard the royal maiden a tale of such delight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"More than five hundred prisoners, for truth, high lady! know,<br /> +Unhurt, are hither coming; full eighty biers, I trow,<br /> +Trail on the deadly wounded: you soon will see them here;<br /> +The most bear bloody witness of Siegfried's sword and spear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Those kings, who late so haughty would dare us on the Rhine,<br /> +Must now to Gunther's pleasure their lives, their all resign.<br /> +Our shouts salute their coming, our joy is on the gale."<br /> +She brighten'd into blushes to hear the happy tale.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Her cheek, late pale as lily, now glow'd with rosy red,<br /> +To hear how youthful Siegfried so gloriously had sped,<br /> +Rais'd from the depth of peril to loftiest height of fame.<br /> +She joy'd too for her kinsmen as maiden well became.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake she midst her blushes, "Well hast thou earn'd thy meed,<br /> +Well hast thou told thy story, so take thee costliest weed,<br /> +Now straight I'll bid be brought thee ten marks of ruddy gold."<br /> +No wonder, to rich ladies glad news are gladly told.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straightforth was brought the vesture, and down the gold was paid;<br /> +Then hurried to the windows full many a lovely maid,<br /> +And look'd out on the highway, nor long delay'd to spy<br /> +The high-descended victors return'd to Burgundy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The safe and sound came forward; the wounded did the same;<br /> +Merry was the meeting; none fear'd reproach or blame.<br /> +Forth rode the host to meet them; his mirth had no alloy;<br /> +The woe, that long had worn him, was now shut up in joy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His own full well receiv'd he, and well the strangers too;<br /> +Sure nothing so befitting could wealthy monarch do,<br /> +Than kindly greet such victors as now his court had sought<br /> +With gain of such clear honor from field so sternly fought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then ask'd the noble Gunther of the conquering train,<br /> +How many of his warriors had in the strife been slain.<br /> +There had been lost but sixty in the fight they won.<br /> +They were mourn'd and forgotten, as with many has since been done.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Th' unwounded bore exulting, grim trophies of the field,<br /> +Full many a batter'd morion, full many a shiver'd shield.<br /> +Before the hall of Gunther from horse the champions sprung;<br /> +Around from joyful thousands one shout of welcome rung.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The warriors in the city were lodg'd as might be best;<br /> +The king with courteous service bade wait on every guest.<br /> +He found the hurt fit chambers for tendance and repose,<br /> +And prov'd his noble nature in the treatment of his foes.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus he said to Ludegast, "King Ludegast, welcome here.<br /> +Much at your hands I've suffer'd, and more had cause to fear<br /> +But all's at full repaid me, if smooth my fortune run.<br /> +God requite my warriors! they well for me have done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ay, you may gladly thank them," said Ludeger, "'tis their due;<br /> +King ne'er had such high captives as they have won for you.<br /> +Meanwhile, for courteous treatment, good store of gold we'll bring,<br /> +And look for such reception as king may claim from king."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Take what you ask," said Gunther, "both set I gladly free.<br /> +Still must I have assurance that here awhile with me<br /> +My foes consent to tarry, and do not leave my land<br /> +Till peace be made between us." To that King Ludeger gave his hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So now the kings to rest them were to their chambers led.<br /> +With tender care the wounded were softly laid a-bed,<br /> +While for the whole and hearty were pour'd the mead and wine.<br /> +Never were men so merry as these beside the Rhine.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Attendants to safe keeping the batter'd bucklers bore,<br /> +The blood-bespatter'd saddles, whereof was plenteous store,<br /> +They hid, lest sight so sorry should make the women weep.<br /> +Many a good knight o'erwearied home was glad to creep.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The guests from good King Gunther all noble treatment found.<br /> +With friends as well as strangers his country swarm'd around.<br /> +He bade for the sore wounded all needful aid be sought.<br /> +Where was their haughty courage? how low it now was brought!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whoe'er had skill in leechcraft was offer'd coin untold,<br /> +Silver without measure as well as glittering gold,<br /> +To cure the fainting champions by wounds of war oppress'd.<br /> +The bounteous monarch sent, too, rich gifts to every guest.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Those who, of feasting weary, homeward sought to wend,<br /> +Were press'd to tarry longer, as friend will deal with friend.<br /> +King Gunther call'd a council; he would his men requite,<br /> +Who for his sake so nobly had won that gallant fight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the good Sir Gernot, "At present bid them go.<br /> +When full six weeks are over, we'll let the warriors know,<br /> +We here shall need their presence at feasting rich and high;<br /> +Then will restor'd be many, who yet sore wounded lie."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now would noble Siegfried to Gunther bid adieu;<br /> +Soon as the friendly monarch the warrior's purpose knew<br /> +He lovingly besought him a longer stay to make.<br /> +He ne'er had so consented but for his sister's sake.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Besides, he was too wealthy to stoop to soldier's pay,<br /> +Albeit he well deserv'd it; him lov'd the more each day,<br /> +The king and all his kinsmen, who on the battle plain,<br /> +Had seen him deal destruction on Saxon and on Dane,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For the sake of that fair lady he yet would linger there,<br /> +If he perchance might see her; and soon was eas'd his care.<br /> +He came to know the maiden to his utmost heart's desire,<br /> +Then home he rode rejoicing to the kingdom of his sire.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king bade practise knighthood and joust from day to day,<br /> +Well did his youthful warriors and willingly obey.<br /> +Seats too before the city he rais'd along the strand<br /> +For those who were to visit the fam'd Burgundian land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So bade the royal Gunther, and now the time was near,<br /> +Ere came the joyful tidings to his fair sister's ear,<br /> +That he with his dear comrades high festival would hold.<br /> +Then were fair women stirring; their toil was manifold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With kirtles, and with head-gear, and all that each should wear,<br /> +Uta, the rich and noble, amidst her maidens fair<br /> +Heard of coming warriors, a bold and haughty train;<br /> +Straight was from out the wrappers store of rich vesture ta'en.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For the sake of her dear children the garments forth were laid,<br /> +Wherewith array'd were richly many a wife and many a maid,<br /> +And many a youthful champion of warlike Burgundy;<br /> +She bade, too, many a stranger be rob'd as gorgeously.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a></span><br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="FIFTH_ADVENTURE" id="FIFTH_ADVENTURE"></a>FIFTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGFRIED FIRST SAW KRIEMHILD</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V5_I" id="V5_I"></a><a href="#St_5_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now might you ever daily see riding toward the Rhine<br /> +Troops of good knights ambitious at that proud feast to shine.<br /> +Whoe'er for love of Gunther to Gunther's court would speed,<br /> +Was at his hands provided with vesture and with steed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Assign'd were seats befitting to every high-born guest.<br /> +Thither, as has been told us, the noblest and the best<br /> +Came two and thirty princes to that high festal tide.<br /> +In gawds and gems the women each with her neighbor vied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now here, now there was busy the youthful Giselher;<br /> +He and his brother Gernot each with his meiny there<br /> +Right hospitable welcome to friend and stranger made,<br /> +And every fitting honor to every warrior paid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Full many a gold-red saddle, full many a sparkling shield,<br /> +With store of sumptuous vesture for that high festal field,<br /> +Were then convey'd to Rhineland; many an ailing wight<br /> +Grew merry again and gladsome to see so fair a sight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Each, who in bed lay wounded, though like to yield his breath,<br /> +Could now no more remember the bitterness of death.<br /> +By the sick the healthy could now no longer stay;<br /> +Comrade laugh'd with comrade against the festal day<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On the good entertainment prepar'd for young and old;<br /> +Measureless contentment, enjoyment manifold<br /> +Enliven'd all the people, and spread from band to band.<br /> +The note of pleasure echoed through all King Gunther's land<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas on a Whitsun' morning the warriors you might see,<br /> +Five thousand men or better, fair pricking o'er the lea,<br /> +Yclad in courtly raiment, to that high festival,<br /> +In jollity and pastime were vying one and all.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Right well had mark'd King Gunther, who love could understand,<br /> +What heartfelt love impassion'd the knight of Netherland,<br /> +E'en though he ne'er had seen her, his peerless sister bare,<br /> +The maid proclaim'd by all men the fairest of the fair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "Now all advise me, kinsmen and men of mine,<br /> +How best of this high tourney to perfect the design,<br /> +So that our earnest efforts henceforth none may blame.<br /> +'Tis but on deeds deserving that rests enduring fame."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He scarce had thus address'd them, when answer'd bold Ortwine,<br /> +"Would you, O King! full honor to this high feast assign,<br /> +Bring forth our choicest treasures to this proud chivalry,<br /> +The matrons and the maidens of our fair Burgundy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What more the heart enraptures, or courage more inflames<br /> +Than to look on lovely damsels, on high and stately dames?<br /> +Bid too come forth your sister to feast each stranger's sight."<br /> +Well was approv'd the counsel by each surrounding knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"'Tis well advis'd," said Gunther, "I straight will do my part."<br /> +Whoever heard his answer was inly glad at heart.<br /> +Then bade he Lady Uta and her fair daughter call<br /> +To grace the court and tourney, them and their maidens all.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In haste through all the presses for rich attire they sought,<br /> +What lay in wrappers folded alike to light was brought,<br /> +Bracelets and clasps and brooches all ready forth were laid.<br /> +Soon deck'd in all her choicest was every noble maid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a young knight that morning, within his flutt'ring breast,<br /> +Long'd, that on him, contented, bright beauty's glance might rest;<br /> +Such glance he would not barter for all a king can own.<br /> +Each look'd on each full gladly, albeit before unknown.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then bade the wealthy monarch with royal pomp and state<br /> +Of his men a hundred on his sister wait,<br /> +His and the maiden's kinsmen; each carried sword in hand.<br /> +These were the chosen courtiers of Burgundy's fair land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With her the wealthy Uta there coming too was seen;<br /> +She had with her in waiting of fair and stately mien,<br /> +A hundred dames or better, all gorgeously array'd.<br /> +Her daughter, too, was followed by many a noble maid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On from bower advancing they came in fair array;<br /> +Much press was there of heroes along the crowded way<br /> +Through anxious glad expectance to see that beauty rare,<br /> +The fairest and the noblest of the noble and the fair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now went she forth, the loveliest, as forth the morning goes<br /> +From misty clouds out-beaming; then all his weary woes<br /> +Left him, in heart who bore her, and so, long time, had done.<br /> +He saw there stately standing the fair, the peerless one.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a stone full precious flash'd from her vesture bright;<br /> +Her rosy blushes darted a softer, milder light.<br /> +Whate'er might be his wishes, each could not but confess,<br /> +He ne'er on earth had witness'd such perfect loveliness.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V5_XX" id="V5_XX"></a><a href="#St_5_XX">XX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +As the moon arising outglitters every star<br /> +That through the clouds so purely glimmers from afar,<br /> +E'en so love-breathing Kriemhild dimm'd every beauty nigh.<br /> +Well might at such a vision many a bold heart beat high.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Rich chamberlains before them march'd on in order due;<br /> +Around th' high-mettled champions close and closer drew,<br /> +Each pressing each, and struggling to see the matchless maid.<br /> +Then inly was Sir Siegfried both well and ill apaid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Within himself thus thought he: "How could I thus misdeem<br /> +That I should dare to woo thee? sure 'twas an idle dream!<br /> +Yet, rather than forsake thee, far better were I dead."<br /> +Thus thinking, thus impassion'd, wax'd he ever white and red.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V5_XXIII" id="V5_XXIII"></a><a href="#St_5_XXIII">XXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +So stood the son of Siegelind in matchless grace array'd,<br /> +As though upon a parchment in glowing hues portray'd<br /> +By some good master's cunning; all own'd, and could no less,<br /> +Eye had not seen a pattern of such fair manliness.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Those, who the dames attended, bade all around make way;<br /> +Straight did the gentle warriors, as such became, obey.<br /> +There many a knight, enraptur'd, saw many a dame in place<br /> +Shine forth in bright perfection of courtliness and grace.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the bold Burgundian, Sir Gernot, spoke his thought,<br /> +"Him, who in hour of peril his aid so frankly brought,<br /> +Requite, dear brother Gunther, as fits both him and you,<br /> +Before this fair assembly; th' advice I give, I ne'er shall rue.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Bid Siegfried come to Kriemhild; let each the other meet;<br /> +'Twill sure be to our profit, if she the warrior greet.<br /> +'Twill make him ours forever, this man of matchless might,<br /> +If she but give him greeting, who never greeted knight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then went King Gunther's kinsmen, a high-born haughty band,<br /> +And found, and fair saluted the knight of Netherland.<br /> +"The king to court invites you; such favor have you won;<br /> +His sister there will greet you; this to honor you is done."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V5_XXVIII" id="V5_XXVIII"></a><a href="#St_5_XXVIII">XXVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Glad man was then Sir Siegfried at this unlook'd-for gain;<br /> +His heart was full of pleasure without alloy of pain,<br /> +To see and meet so friendly fair Uta's fairer child.<br /> +Then greeted she the warrior maidenly and mild.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There stood he, the high-minded, beneath her star-bright eye,<br /> +His cheek as fire all glowing; then said she modestly,<br /> +"Sir Siegfried, you are welcome, noble knight and good!"<br /> +Yet loftier at that greeting rose his lofty mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He bow'd with soft emotion, and thank'd the blushing fair;<br /> +Love's strong constraint together impelled th' enamour'd pair;<br /> +Their longing eyes encountered, their glances, every one,<br /> +Bound knight and maid for ever, yet all by stealth was done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +That in the warmth of passion he press'd her lily hand,<br /> +I do not know for certain, but well can understand.<br /> +'Twere surely past believing they ventur'd not on this;<br /> +Two loving hearts, so meeting, else had done amiss.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +No more in pride of summer nor in bloom of May<br /> +Knew he such heart-felt pleasure as on this happy day,<br /> +When she, than May more blooming, more bright than summer's pride,<br /> +His own, a dream no longer, was standing by his side.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thought full many a champion, "Would this had happ'd to me<br /> +To be with lovely Kriemhild as Siegfried now I see,<br /> +Or closer e'en than Siegfried; well were I then, I ween."<br /> +Never yet was champion who so deserv'd a queen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whate'er the king or country of the guests assembled there,<br /> +All could look on nothing save on that gentle pair.<br /> +Now 'twas allow'd that Kriemhild the peerless knight should kiss.<br /> +Ne'er in the world had drain'd he so full a draught of bliss.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the King of Denmark the gather'd crowd before,<br /> +"Because of this high greeting lie many wounded sore,<br /> +As I know to my sorrow, by Siegfried's might and main.<br /> +God grant, he ne'er to Denmark may find his way again."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then 'twas proclaim'd on all sides to make for Kriemhild way;<br /> +Straight went to church the maiden in royal rich array<br /> +With a bold train of warriors, a fair and courtly sight.<br /> +There soon from her was parted the lofty-minded knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She now the minster enter'd; her follow'd many a dame;<br /> +There so her stately beauty her rich attire became,<br /> +That droop'd each high aspiring, born but at once to die.<br /> +Sure was that maid created to ravish every eye.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Scarce could wait Sir Siegfried till the mass was sung.<br /> +Well might he thank his fortune, that, all those knights among,<br /> +To him inclined the maiden whom still in heart he bore,<br /> +While he to her, as fitted, return'd as much or more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now before the minster after the mass she stood,<br /> +Again to come beside her was call'd the champion good.<br /> +Then first by that sweet maiden thanks to the knight were given,<br /> +That he before his comrades so warrior-like had striven.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V5_XL" id="V5_XL"></a><a href="#St_5_XL">XL</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"God you reward, Sir Siegfried!" said the noble child,<br /> +"For all your high deservings in honor's beadroll fil'd,<br /> +The which I know from all men have won you fame and grace."<br /> +Sir Siegfried, love-bewilder'd, look'd Kriemhild in the face.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ever," said he, "your brethren I'll serve as best I may,<br /> +Nor once, while I have being, will head on pillow lay,<br /> +Till I have done to please them whate'er they bid me do,<br /> +And this, my lady Kriemhild, is all for love of you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For twelve days the maiden each successive day<br /> +With the knight beside her took to court her way,<br /> +While, as they pass'd together, their friends were looking on.<br /> +Out of love to Siegfried was this fair service done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From morn was there to evening and day by day withal<br /> +Shouting and merry-making about King Gunther's hall,<br /> +Within, without, from joyance of many a mighty man.<br /> +Ortwine and valiant Hagan high wonders there began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whatever sports they wish'd for were ready at their will;<br /> +Of each, as each had liking, each might take his fill.<br /> +Thus proved were Gunther's warriors by stranger chivalry,<br /> +Whence fame accrued and honor to all broad Burgundy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They too, who lay sore wounded, crept forth to the free air;<br /> +They long'd with loving comrades the gentle sports to share,<br /> +To skirmish with the buckler, and hurl the spear amain;<br /> +And most through such fair pastime came to full strength again.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The host of that high festal all and some had cheer<br /> +With meats and drinks the choicest; he kept him ever clear<br /> +From blame or ought unkingly in action or intent;<br /> +And now with friendly purpose to his guests he went.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "Good knights and noble, ere you hence retire,<br /> +Receive the gifts I offer, as proofs of my desire<br /> +In all I can to serve you, this I'm resolv'd to do;<br /> +Disdain not now the riches I'd gladly share with you."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight the men of Denmark to the king replied,<br /> +"Ere hence we part and homeward to our own country ride,<br /> +A lasting peace assure us; such peace must captives need,<br /> +Who have seen their dearest comrades beneath your champions bleed."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now whole again was Ludegast and all his gashes heal'd,<br /> +The Saxon too recover'd after that luckless field.<br /> +Some dead they left behind them entomb'd in Rhenish ground<br /> +Then thither went King Gunther where he Sir Siegfried found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To the good knight thus said he, "Now tell me what to do;<br /> +Early to-morrow morning ride home the Danish crew;<br /> +With me and mine from henceforth they seek to be at one;<br /> +Therefore advise me, Siegfried, what best is to be done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What these two monarchs offer, I'll to you declare;<br /> +As much as steeds five hundred of shining gold can bear,<br /> +That will they gladly give me to set them free at will."<br /> +Then answer'd noble Siegfried, "You then would do but ill.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Better hence unfetter'd let both together go,<br /> +And that neither warrior henceforth as a foe<br /> +Venture to make entry on Burgundian land,<br /> +For this in full assurance let either give his hand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Your counsel I will follow, thus let them home return."<br /> +His captive foes his message were not slow to learn,<br /> +No one their gold demanded which they had offer'd late.<br /> +Meanwhile their friends in Denmark mourn'd for their lost estate.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a shield heap'd with treasure was brought at Gunther's call;<br /> +Among the friends around him unweigh'd he shar'd it all;<br /> +Five hundred marks or better each warrior home might bring;<br /> +This frank and liberal counsel bold Gernot gave the king.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Leave soon the guests were taking; their minds were homeward bent;<br /> +Then might you see how each one before fair Kriemhild went,<br /> +And eke where Lady Uta sat like a queen in place.<br /> +Never yet were warriors dismiss'd with so much grace.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Empty was left each chamber as thence the strangers rode,<br /> +Yet still in royal splendor the king at home abode<br /> +With many a noble warrior and vassal of his court,<br /> +Whom you might see to Kriemhild day by day resort.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now the noble Siegfried leave to take was fain.<br /> +What he so deeply yearn'd for he little hop'd to gain.<br /> +It was told King Gunther that he would hence away.<br /> +'Twas Giselher the youthful that won the chief to stay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why would you leave us, Siegfried, noble friend and true?<br /> +Tarry here among us (what I entreat you, do)<br /> +With Gunther and his liegemen, warriors frank and free.<br /> +Here are store of lovely ladies, whom you may gladly see."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the valiant Siegfried, "Lead in the steeds again;<br /> +Forthwith to ride I purpos'd, but now will here remain;<br /> +And back, too, bear the bucklers; indeed I homeward yearn'd,<br /> +But Giselher with honor my fix'd intent has turn'd."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So stay'd the bold Sir Siegfried for love and friendship's sake;<br /> +Nor surely could he elsewhere so gladly tarriance make<br /> +As at the court of Gunther, for there throughout his stay<br /> +The love-devoted warrior saw Kriemhild every day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Through her unmeasur'd beauty Sir Siegfried linger'd there;<br /> +His friends with many a pastime charm'd from him every care,<br /> +Save longing love for Kriemhild; this mov'd him oft to sigh,<br /> +This too thereafter brought him most miserably to die.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a></span><br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="SIXTH_ADVENTURE" id="SIXTH_ADVENTURE"></a>SIXTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW GUNTHER WENT TO WOO BRUNHILD</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Beyond the Rhine high tidings again were nois'd around.<br /> +There many a maid was dwelling for beauty wide renown'd,<br /> +And one of these King Gunther, 'twas said, design'd to woo:<br /> +Well pleas'd the monarch's purpose his knights and liegemen true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V6_II" id="V6_II"></a><a href="#St_6_II">II</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +There was a queen high seated afar beyond the sea;<br /> +Never wielded sceptre a mightier than she;<br /> +For beauty she was matchless, for strength without a peer;<br /> +Her love to him she offer'd who could pass her at the spear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She threw the stone, and bounded behind it to the mark;<br /> +At three games each suitor with sinews stiff and stark<br /> +Must conquer the fierce maiden whom he sought to wed,<br /> +Or, if in one successless, straight must lose his head.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +E'en thus for the stern virgin had many a suitor died.<br /> +This heard a noble warrior who dwelt the Rhine beside,<br /> +And forthwith resolv'd he to win her for his wife.<br /> +Thereby full many a hero thereafter lost his life.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Once on a day together sat with his men the king,<br /> +Talking each with the other, and deeply pondering,<br /> +What maiden 'twas most fitting for their lord to woo,<br /> +One who him might comfort, and grace the country too.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the lord of Rhineland: "Straight will I hence to sea,<br /> +And seek the fiery Brunhild howe'er it go with me.<br /> +For love of the stern maiden I'll frankly risk my life;<br /> +Ready am I to lose it, if I win her not to wife."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That would I fain dissuade you," Sir Siegfried made reply,<br /> +"Whoe'er would woo fair Brunhild, plays a stake too high;<br /> +So cruel is her custom, and she so fierce a foe.<br /> +Take good advice, King Gunther, nor on such a journey go."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd thus King Gunther: "Ne'er yet was woman born<br /> +So bold and eke so stalwart, but I should think it scorn<br /> +Were not this hand sufficient to force a female foe."<br /> +"Be still," replied Sir Siegfried, "her strength you little know.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"E'en were you four together, nought could all four devise<br /> +'Gainst her remorseless fury; hear then what I advise<br /> +From true and steadfast friendship, and, as you value life,<br /> +Tempt not for love of Brunhild a vain, a hopeless strife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How strong she be soever, the journey will I take,<br /> +Whatever chance befall me, for lovely Brunhild's sake;<br /> +For her unmeasur'd beauty I'll hazard all that's mine.<br /> +Who knows, but God may bring her to follow me to the Rhine?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since you're resolv'd," said Hagan, "this would I chief advise;<br /> +Request of noble Siegfried in this dread enterprise<br /> +To take his part among us; thus 'twould be best, I ween,<br /> +For none so well as Siegfried knows this redoubted queen."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said Gunther, "Wilt thou help me, Siegfried tried and true?<br /> +To win the lovely maiden? What I entreat thee, do,<br /> +And if I only gain her to my wedded wife,<br /> +For thee I'll gladly venture honor, limb and life."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto answer'd Siegfried, Siegmund's matchless son,<br /> +"Give me but thy sister, and the thing is done.<br /> +The stately queen fair Kriemhild let me only gain,<br /> +I ask no other guerdon for whatever toil and pain."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I promise it," said Gunther, "and take in pledge thy hand,<br /> +And soon as lovely Brunhild shall come into this land,<br /> +To thee to wife my sister surely will I give,<br /> +And may you both together long time and happy live."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then each they swore to th' other, the high-born champions bold,<br /> +Which wrought them toil and trouble thereafter manifold,<br /> +Ere to full completion they brought their high design,<br /> +And led at last the lady to the banks of Rhine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V6_XVI" id="V6_XVI"></a><a href="#St_6_XVI">XVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +I have heard strange stories of wild dwarfs, how they fare;<br /> +They dwell in hollow mountains, and for protection wear<br /> +A vesture that high cloud-cloak, marvellous to tell;<br /> +Whoever has it on him may keep him safe and well.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From cuts and stabs of foemen; him none can hear or see<br /> +As soon as he is in it, but see and hear can he<br /> +Whatever he will around him, and thus must needs prevail;<br /> +He grows besides far stronger; so goes the wond'rous tale.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now with him the cloud-cloak took fair Sieglind's son;<br /> +The same th' unconquer'd warrior with labor hard had won<br /> +From the stout dwarf Albric in successful fray.<br /> +The bold and wealthy champions made ready for the way.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So, as I said, bold Siegfried the cloud-cloak bore along.<br /> +When he but put it on him, he felt him wond'rous strong.<br /> +Twelve men's strength then had he in his single body laid.<br /> +By trains and close devices he woo'd the haughty maid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Besides, in that strange cloud-cloak was such deep virtue found,<br /> +That whosoever wore it, though thousands stood around,<br /> +Might do whatever pleas'd him unseen of friend or foe.<br /> +Thus Siegfried won fair Brunhild, which brought him bitterest woe.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Before we start, bold Siegfried, tell me what best would be;<br /> +Shall we lead an army across the sounding sea,<br /> +And travel thus to Brunhild as fits a royal king?<br /> +Straight could we together thirty thousand warriors bring."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Whatever our band," said Siegfried, "the same would still ensue;<br /> +So savage and so cruel is the queen you woo,<br /> +All would together perish by her o'ermastering might;<br /> +But I'll advise you better, high and noble knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"As simple knights we'll travel a-down the Rhine's fair tide,<br /> +Two to us two added, and followers none beside.<br /> +We four will make the voyage, true comrades one and all,<br /> +And thus shall win the lady, whatever thence befall.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I will be one companion, thou shalt the second be,<br /> +The third shall be Sir Hagan, in sooth a goodly three!<br /> +The fourth shall be Sir Dankwart that redoubted knight.<br /> +Trust me, no thousand champions will dare us four to fight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fain would I learn," said Gunther, "ere we hence depart<br /> +On the hard adventure, that so inflames my heart,<br /> +Before the royal Brunhild what vesture we should wear,<br /> +That may best become us; this, Siegfried, thou declare."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Garments the best and richest that ever warriors wore<br /> +Robe in the land of Brunhild her lieges evermore;<br /> +And we should meet the lady array'd at least as well;<br /> +So shame will ne'er await us, when men our tale shall tell."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd good King Gunther, "I'll to my mother dear,<br /> +That she and her fair maidens ere we for Issland steer,<br /> +May furnish us with raiment in full and copious store,<br /> +Which we may wear with honor the stately queen before."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hagan, the Knight of Trony, then spake in courtly wise,<br /> +"Why would you ask your mother such service to devise?<br /> +If only your fair sister our purpose understood,<br /> +She's in all arts so skilful, the clothes would needs be good."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then sent he to his sister, that he'd to her repair,<br /> +And with him only Siegfried; ere they could thither fare,<br /> +Kriemhild in choicest vesture her beauty had array'd;<br /> +Little did their coming displease the gentle maid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And deck'd too were her women as them best became.<br /> +Now were at hand the princess; straight the queenly dame,<br /> +As she beheld them coming, rose stately from her seat,<br /> +And went the noble stranger and her brother, too, to greet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Welcome to my brother and to his comrade dear,"<br /> +Said the graceful maiden, "your news I fain would hear.<br /> +Tell me what brings you hither, what deeds are now to do;<br /> +Let me know how fares it, noble knights, with you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the royal Gunther, "Dame, I will tell my care.<br /> +We must with lofty courage a proud adventure dare.<br /> +We would hence a-wooing far over seas away;<br /> +For such a journey need we apparel rich and gay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now sit thee down, dear brother, and tell me frank and free,"<br /> +Said the royal maiden, "who these dames may be,<br /> +Whom you would go a-courting in a distant land."<br /> +Both the chosen warriors then took she by the hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Anon she both led thither where before she sat<br /> +On rich embroider'd cushions (I can vouch for that),<br /> +O'erwrought with goodly figures well rais'd in glitt'ring gold.<br /> +There they with the fair lady might gentle converse hold.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">58</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a glance of rapture, many a longing look,<br /> +As there talk'd the lovers, either gave and took.<br /> +He in his heart enshrin'd her; she was to him as life.<br /> +Thereafter lovely Kriemhild became bold Siegfried's wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said to her King Gunther, "Right noble sister mine,<br /> +What I wish can never be but with help of thine.<br /> +We'll to the land of Brunhild to take our pastime there,<br /> +And must before the lady princely apparel wear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the queen in answer, "Right loving brother mine,<br /> +If ought I can will profit whatever end of thine,<br /> +Depend on me to do it; thou'lt find me ready still.<br /> +If any aught denied thee, 'twould please thy Kriemhild ill.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V6_XXXVIII" id="V6_XXXVIII"></a><a href="#St_6_XXXVIII">XXXVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Noble knight, thou should'st not, as doubting, ask and pray,<br /> +But, as my lord and master, command, and I'll obey.<br /> +Thou'lt find me, whatsoever thou hast in heart to do,<br /> +Not more a loving sister than a servant true."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Dearest sister Kriemhild, we must wear costly weed,<br /> +And therewith to equip us thy snowy hand we need,<br /> +And let thy maids their utmost upon the same bestow,<br /> +For sure my purpos'd journey never will I forego."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spoke the noble virgin, "Mark now what I say;<br /> +I've silk myself in plenty; on shields, as best you may,<br /> +Precious stones bid bring us to work the clothes withal.<br /> +Gunther and eke Siegfried bade bring them at her call.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And who are the companions," ask'd the royal maid,<br /> +"Who you to court will follow thus gorgeously array'd?"<br /> +"We're four in all," he answer'd; "two of my men beside,<br /> +Dankwart and Hagan, with us to court will ride.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">59</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And, dame, mark well, I pray thee, what I have yet to say.<br /> +Let each be well provided three changes every day,<br /> +And for four days successive, and all be of the best;<br /> +So back shall I wend homeward no scorn'd, dishonor'd guest."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So with kind dismissal away the warriors strode.<br /> +Then quick the fair queen summon'd from bowers where they abode<br /> +Thirty maids, her brother's purpose to fulfil,<br /> +Who in works of the needle were the chief for craft and skill.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Silks from far Arabia, white as driven snow,<br /> +And others from Zazamanc, green as grass doth grow,<br /> +They deck'd with stones full precious; Kriemhild the garments plann'd,<br /> +And cut them to just measure with her own lily hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V6_XLV" id="V6_XLV"></a><a href="#St_6_XLV">XLV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of the hides of foreign fishes were linings finely wrought;<br /> +Such then were seen but rarely, and choice and precious thought;<br /> +Fine silk was sewn above them to suit the wearers well.<br /> +Now of the rich apparel hear me fresh marvels tell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V6_XLVI" id="V6_XLVI"></a><a href="#St_6_XLVI">XLVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +From the land of Morocco and from the Libyan coast<br /> +The best silk and the finest e'er worn and valued most<br /> +By kin of mightiest princes, of such had they good store.<br /> +Well Kriemhild show'd the favor that she the wearers bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +E'er since the chiefs were purpos'd the martial queen to win,<br /> +In their sight was precious the goodly ermelin<br /> +With coal-black spots besprinkled on whiter ground than snow,<br /> +E'en now the pride of warriors at every festal show.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">60</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a stone full precious gleam'd from Arabian gold;<br /> +That the women were not idle, scarcely need be told.<br /> +Within seven weeks, now ready was the vesture bright,<br /> +Ready too the weapons of each death-daring knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now when all was ready, by the Rhine you might mark<br /> +Built with skill and labor a stout though little bark,<br /> +Wherein a-down the river to sea they were to go.<br /> +To the noble maidens their toil brought mickle woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now 'twas told the champions, that the vesture gay,<br /> +Which they should carry with them, was ready for the way,<br /> +And that nought impeded their firmly-fixed design,<br /> +No longer would they tarry by the banks of Rhine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So to their loving comrades a messenger was sent,<br /> +That they the goodly vesture might see before they went,<br /> +If it for the warriors too short were or too long.<br /> +Much thanks they gave the women when found was nothing wrong.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V6_LII" id="V6_LII"></a><a href="#St_6_LII">LII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whomever met the warriors, all could not but admire;<br /> +In all the world not any had seen such fair attire;<br /> +At Brunhild's court 'twould surely become the wearers well.<br /> +Of better knightly garments not a tongue could tell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Much thank'd was each fair seamstress for her successful toil.<br /> +Meanwhile, on point of parting for a far and dangerous soil,<br /> +The warriors would of Kriemhild take leave in knightly wise,<br /> +Whereat moist clouds of sorrow bedimm'd her sunbright eyes.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Why thus, dear brother, to foreign regions run?<br /> +Stay here and woo another; that were far better done,<br /> +Than on so dire a venture to set your fame and life.<br /> +You'll find among our neighbors a fairer, nobler wife."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">61</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their hearts, I ween, foreboded what thence was to befall.<br /> +How spake they ever boldly, sore wept they one and all.<br /> +Their tears the gold o'ermoisten'd that on their breasts they wore;<br /> +So thick they from their eyelids stream'd down upon the floor.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To you," said she, "Sir Siegfried, at least may I resign,<br /> +To your faith, to your honor, this brother dear of mine,<br /> +That no mischance beset him in Brunhild's fatal land."<br /> +Straight promis'd he the maiden, and clasp'd her clay-cold hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the loving champion, "Long as I have life,<br /> +Dismiss the cares, fair lady, that in your breast are rife.<br /> +I'll bring you back your brother safe and well a-pay'd;<br /> +Take that for sure and certain." Low bow'd the thankful maid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their golden-color'd bucklers were borne down to the strand,<br /> +With all their costly vesture, and softly led in hand<br /> +Were their high-mettled chargers; they now would straight depart.<br /> +Then many an eye was weeping, and throbbing many a heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Fair maids stood at the windows as they hoisted sail;<br /> +The bark rock'd, and the canvas flapp'd with the fresh'ning gale.<br /> +So on the Rhine were seated the comrades frank and free;<br /> +Then said good King Gunther, "Who shall our steersman be?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I will," said noble Siegfried; "well all our course I know,<br /> +Well the tides and currents how they shift and flow.<br /> +Trust me, good knight, to pilot you and your company."<br /> +So from Worms and Rhineland they parted joyously.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">62</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that straight seiz'd Sir Siegfried a pole that lay at hand,<br /> +And with strong effort straining 'gan push off from the strand;<br /> +Gunther himself as ready took in hand an oar;<br /> +So fell off the vessel and parted from the shore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They had on board rich viands, thereto good store of wine,<br /> +The best that could be met with e'en on the banks of Rhine.<br /> +Their steeds in easy quarters stood tractable and still;<br /> +The level bark ran smoothly; nothing with them went ill.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V6_LXIII" id="V6_LXIII"></a><a href="#St_6_LXIII">LXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their sail swell'd to the breezes, the ropes were stretch'd and tight;<br /> +Miles they ran full twenty ere the fall of night.<br /> +With a fair wind to seaward down dropp'd the gallant crew.<br /> +Their dames had cause long after their high emprise to rue.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +By the twelfth bright morning, as we have heard it told,<br /> +The winds the bark had wafted with the warriors bold<br /> +Towards Isenstein, a fortress in the martial maiden's land;<br /> +'Twas only known to Siegfried of all th' adventurous band.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as saw King Gunther, wondering as well he might,<br /> +The far-stretch'd coast, and castles frowning from every height,<br /> +"Look! friend," said he, "Sir Siegfried, if thou know'st, declare,<br /> +Whose are all these fair castles, and all this land as fair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"In all my life, assure thee, the simple truth to tell,<br /> +I never met with castles plann'd and built so well,<br /> +Anywhere soever, as here before us stand.<br /> +He must needs be mighty who took such work in hand."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">63</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto made answer Siegfried: "Well what you ask I know.<br /> +Brunhild's are all these castles, this land, so fair a show,<br /> +And Isenstein this fortress; 'tis true what now I say.<br /> +Here will you meet, Sir Gunther, many a fair dame to-day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'll give you counsel, heroes! e'en as it seems me good;<br /> +Keep in one tale together; be this well understood.<br /> +To-day we must, as fits us, at Brunhild's court be seen;<br /> +We must be wise and wary when we stand before the queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"When we behold the fair one and all her train around,<br /> +Let but this single story in all your mouths be found.<br /> +That Gunther is my master, and I am but his man;<br /> +To give him all his longing you'll find no surer plan.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"'Tis not so much for thy sake, I own, such part I bear,<br /> +As for thy sister Kriemhild's, the fairest of the fair.<br /> +She to me is ever as my own soul and life.<br /> +Fain do I such low service to win her for my wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With one accord they promis'd to do as he desir'd;<br /> +None through pride or envy to thwart his wish aspir'd.<br /> +So all took Siegfried's counsel, and sure it brought them good<br /> +Soon after, when King Gunther before Queen Brunhild stood.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">64</a></span><br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="SEVENTH_ADVENTURE" id="SEVENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>SEVENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW GUNTHER WON BRUNHILD</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile the bark had drifted unto the shore so high<br /> +Beneath the high-tower'd castle, that the king could spy<br /> +Many a maiden standing at every window there;<br /> +That all to him were strangers, was what he ill could bear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith he ask'd of Siegfried, his valiant friend and true,<br /> +"Know you ought of these maidens, whom here we have in view<br /> +Down upon us looking, though not, methinks, in scorn?<br /> +Whoe'er their lord they're surely high-minded and high-born."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Him answer'd Siegfried smiling, "Now you may closely spy,<br /> +And tell me of these damsels which pleases best your eye,<br /> +And which, if you could win her, you for your own would hold."<br /> +"So will I," answer'd Gunther the hardy knight and bold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"One see I at a window stand in a snow-white vest;<br /> +Around her all are lovely, but she's far loveliest.<br /> +Her have mine eyes selected; Sir Siegfried, on my life,<br /> +If I can only gain her, that maid shall be my wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"In all this world of beauty thine eyes have chosen well;<br /> +That maid's the noble Brunhild, at once so fair and fell,<br /> +She, who thy heart bewilders, she, who enchants thy sight."<br /> +Her every act and gesture to Gunther was delight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then bade the queen her maidens from the windows go;<br /> +Them it ill befitted to stand a sight and show<br /> +For the rude eyes of strangers; they bow'd to her behest,<br /> +But what next did the ladies, we since have heard confest.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">65</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They rob'd them in their richest to meet the strangers' gaze;<br /> +Such, ever since were women, were ever women's ways.<br /> +Through every chink and loophole was levelled many an eye<br /> +At the unweeting champions, through love to peep and pry.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There were but four together who came into the land.<br /> +The far-renowned Siegfried led a horse in hand.<br /> +This Brunhild at a window mark'd with heedful eye.<br /> +As lord of such a liegeman was Gunther valued high.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then humbly by the bridle he held the monarch's steed,<br /> +Huge of limb and puissant and of the purest breed,<br /> +Till in the royal saddle King Gunther proudly sat;<br /> +So serv'd him noble Siegfried, which he too soon forgat.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then his own the warrior led from ship to shore;<br /> +He of a truth such service hath seldom done before,<br /> +As to stand at the stirrup, when another mounted steed.<br /> +Of all, close at the windows, the women took good heed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To look upon these champions was sure a glorious sight;<br /> +Their horses and their garments were both of snowy white,<br /> +And both match'd well together; each bore a polished shield,<br /> +Which, still as it was shaken, flash'd around the field.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V7_XII" id="V7_XII"></a><a href="#St_7_XII">XII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +So forward rode they lordly to Brunhild's gorgeous hall:<br /> +Rich stones beset their saddles, their pöitrals, light and small,<br /> +Had golden bells down-hanging that tinkled as they went.<br /> +On mov'd the proud companions led by their bold intent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their spears were newly sharpen'd as if to meet a foe;<br /> +Their swords of choicest temper down to the spur hung low;<br /> +Keen of edge was each one, and thereto broad of blade.<br /> +All this was mark'd by Brunhild, the chief-defying maid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">66</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With them together Dankwart and Hagan came ashore<br /> +'Tis told us in old stories that these two warriors wore<br /> +Apparel of the richest, but raven-black of hue;<br /> +Ponderous were their bucklers, broad and bright and new.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Stones from the land of India display'd each gorgeous guest,<br /> +That ever gleam'd and glittered in the flutt'ring vest.<br /> +They left their bark unguarded beside the dashing wave,<br /> +And straight on to the fortress rode the champions brave.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V7_XVI" id="V7_XVI"></a><a href="#St_7_XVI">XVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Six and eighty turrets saw they there in all,<br /> +Three palaces wide-stretching, and the fairest hall<br /> +Of the purest marble (never was grass so green),<br /> +Where with her fair damsels sat the fairer queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Unlock'd was straight the castle, the gates flew open wide;<br /> +Up in haste to meet them Brunhild's liegemen hied,<br /> +And bade the strangers welcome to their lady's land,<br /> +And took his horse from each one and the shield from every hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A chamberlain then bespoke them: "Be pleas'd to give us now<br /> +Your swords and glitt'ring breastplates." "That can we ne'er allow,"<br /> +Hagan of Trony answer'd, "our arms ourselves will bear."<br /> +The custom of the castle then Siegfried 'gan declare.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"'Tis the use of this castle, as I can well attest,<br /> +That never warlike weapons should there be borne by guest.<br /> +'Twere best to keep the custom; let th' arms aside be laid."<br /> +Hagan, Gunther's liegeman, unwillingly obey'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Wine to the guests they offer'd, and goodly welcome gave;<br /> +Then might you see apparel'd in princely raiment brave<br /> +Many a stately warrior, on to court that pass'd,<br /> +And many a glance of wonder upon the strangers cast.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">67</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile to fair Queen Brunhild one came and made report,<br /> +That certain foreign warriors had come unto her court<br /> +In sumptuous apparel, wafted upon the flood.<br /> +Then thus began to question the maiden fair and good:<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V7_XXII" id="V7_XXII"></a><a href="#St_7_XXII">XXII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now tell me," said the princess, "and let the truth be shown,<br /> +Who are these haughty champions from foreign shores unknown,<br /> +Whom there I see so stately standing in rich array,<br /> +And on what hard adventure have they hither found their way?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +One of her court then answer'd, "I can aver, fair queen,<br /> +Of this stout troop of warriors none have I ever seen,<br /> +Save one, who's much like Siegfried, if I may trust my eyes.<br /> +Him well receive and welcome; this is what I advise.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The next of the companions, he of the lofty mien,<br /> +If his power match his person, is some great king, I ween,<br /> +And rules with mighty sceptre broad and princely lands.<br /> +See, how among his comrades so lordly there he stands!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The third of the companions—a low'ring brow has he,<br /> +And yet, fair queen, you rarely a manlier form may see.<br /> +Note but his fiery glances, how quick around they dart!<br /> +Firm is, I ween, his courage, and pitiless his heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The fourth knight is the youngest, he with the downy cheek,<br /> +So maidenly in manner, so modest and so meek.<br /> +How gentle all his bearing! how soft his lovely cheer!<br /> +Yet we all should rue it, should wrong be done him here.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How mild soe'er his manner, how fair soe'er his frame,<br /> +Cause would he give for weeping to many a high-born dame,<br /> +Were he once stirr'd to anger; sure he's a warrior grim,<br /> +Train'd in all knightly practice, bold of heart and strong of limb."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">68</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the royal Brunhild, "Bring me my vesture straight,<br /> +If far-renowned Siegfried aspire to be my mate,<br /> +And is hither come to woo me, on the cast is set his life;<br /> +I fear him not so deeply, as to yield me for his wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon was the lovely Brunhild in her robes array'd.<br /> +With their lovely mistress went many a lovely maid,<br /> +Better than a hundred, and all were richly dight;<br /> +For the noble strangers, I trow, a goodly sight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With them of Brunhild's warriors advanc'd a chosen band,<br /> +Better than five hundred, each bearing sword in hand,<br /> +The very flower of Issland; 'twas a fair yet fearful scene.<br /> +The strangers rose undaunted as near them came the queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the noble Siegfried met the fair Brunhild's sight,<br /> +In her modest manner she thus bespoke the knight.<br /> +"You're welcome, good Sir Siegfried; now, if it please you, show<br /> +What cause has brought you hither; that I would gladly know."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"A thousand thanks, Dame Brunhild," the warrior made reply,<br /> +"That thou hast deign'd to greet me before my better nigh,<br /> +Before this noble hero, to whom I must give place.<br /> +He is my lord and master; his rather be the grace.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"On the Rhine is his kingdom; what should I further say?<br /> +Through love of thee, fair lady, we've sail'd this weary way.<br /> +He is resolv'd to woo thee whatever thence betide;<br /> +So now betimes bethink thee; he'll ne'er renounce his bride.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V7_XXXIV" id="V7_XXXIV"></a><a href="#St_7_XXXIV">XXXIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The monarch's name is Gunther, a rich and mighty king;<br /> +This will alone content him, thee to the Rhine to bring.<br /> +For thee above the billows with him I've hither run;<br /> +Had he not been my master, this would I ne'er have done."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">69</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "If he's thy master, and thou, it seems, his man,<br /> +Let him my games encounter, and win me if he can.<br /> +If he in all be victor, his wedded wife am I.<br /> +If I in one surpass him, he and you all shall die."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the Knight of Trony, "Come, lady, let us see<br /> +The games that you propose us; ere you the conqueress be,<br /> +Of my good lord King Gunther, hard must you toil, I ween.<br /> +He trusts with full assurance to win so fair a queen."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He must cast the stone beyond me, and after it must leap,<br /> +Then with me shoot the javelin; too quick a pace you keep;<br /> +Stop, and awhile consider, and reckon well the cost,"<br /> +The warrioress made answer, "ere life and fame be lost."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Siegfried in a moment to the monarch went;<br /> +To the queen he bade him tell his whole intent.<br /> +"Never fear the future, cast all cares away;<br /> +My trains shall keep you harmless, do Brunhild what she may."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the royal Gunther, "Fair queen, all queens before,<br /> +Now say what you command us, and, were it yet e'en more,<br /> +For the sake of your beauty, be sure, I'd all abide.<br /> +My head I'll lose, and willing, if you be not my bride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +These words of good King Gunther when heard the royal dame,<br /> +She bade bring on the contest as her well became.<br /> +Straight call'd she for her harness, wherewith she fought in field,<br /> +And her golden breastplate, and her mighty shield.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">70</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then a silken surcoat on the stern maiden drew,<br /> +Which in all her battles steel had cut never through,<br /> +Of stuff from furthest Lybia; fair on her limbs it lay;<br /> +With richest lace 'twas border'd, that cast a gleaming ray.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile upon the strangers her threatening eyes were bent;<br /> +Hagan there stood with Dankwart in anxious discontent,<br /> +How it might fall their master in silence pondering still.<br /> +Thought they, "This fatal journey will bring us all to ill."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V7_XLIII" id="V7_XLIII"></a><a href="#St_7_XLIII">XLIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The while, ere yet observer his absence could remark,<br /> +Sudden the nimble Siegfried stepp'd to the little bark,<br /> +Where from a secret corner his cloud-cloak forth he took.<br /> +And slipp'd into it deftly while none was there to look.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Back in haste return'd he; there many a knight he saw,<br /> +Where for the sports Queen Brunhild was laying down the law.<br /> +So went he on in secret, and mov'd among the crowd,<br /> +Himself unseen, all-seeing, such power was in his shroud!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The ring was mark'd out ready for the deadly fray,<br /> +And many a chief selected as umpires of the day,<br /> +Seven hundred all in harness with order'd weapons fair,<br /> +To judge with truth the contest which they should note with care.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V7_XLVI" id="V7_XLVI"></a><a href="#St_7_XLVI">XLVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +There too was come fair Brunhild; arm'd might you see her stand,<br /> +As though resolv'd to champion all kings for all their land.<br /> +She bore on her silk surcoat gold spangles light and thin,<br /> +That quivering gave sweet glimpses of her fair snowy skin.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then came on her followers, and forward to the field<br /> +Of ruddy gold far-sparkling bore a mighty shield,<br /> +Thick, and broad, and weighty, with studs of steel o'erlaid,<br /> +The which was wont in battle to wield the martial maid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">71</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As thong to that huge buckler a gorgeous band there lay;<br /> +Precious stones beset it as green as grass in May;<br /> +With varying hues it glitter'd against the glittering gold.<br /> +Who would woo its wielder must be boldest of the bold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Beneath its folds enormous three spans thick was the shield,<br /> +If all be true they tell us, that Brunhild bore in field.<br /> +Of steel and gold compacted all gorgeously it glow'd.<br /> +Four chamberlains, that bore it, stagger'd beneath the load.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Grimly smil'd Sir Hagan, Trony's champion strong,<br /> +And mutter'd as he mark'd it trail'd heavily along,<br /> +"How now, my lord King Gunther? who thinks to 'scape with life?<br /> +This love of yours and lady—'faith she's the devil's wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hear yet more of the vesture worn by the haughty dame;<br /> +From Azagouc resplendent her silken surcoat came<br /> +Of all-surpassing richness, that from about her shone<br /> +The eye-bedimming lustre of many a precious stone.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the maid was carried heavily and slow<br /> +A strong well-sharpen'd jav'lin, which she ever us'd to throw,<br /> +Huge and of weight enormous, fit for so strong a queen,<br /> +Cutting deep and deadly with its edges keen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To form the mighty spear-head a wondrous work was done;<br /> +Three weights of iron and better were welded into one;<br /> +The same three men of Brunhild's scarcely along could bring;<br /> +Whereat deeply ponder'd the stout Burgundian king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To himself thus thought he, "What have I not to fear?<br /> +The devil himself could scarcely 'scape from such danger clear.<br /> +In sooth, if I were only in safety by the Rhine,<br /> +Long might remain this maiden free from all suit of mine."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">72</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So thinking luckless Gunther his love repented sore;<br /> +Forthwith to him only his weapons pages bore,<br /> +And now stood clad the monarch in arms of mighty cost.<br /> +Hagan through sheer vexation, his wits had nearly lost.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On this Hagan's brother undaunted Dankwart spake,<br /> +"Would we had ne'er sail'd hither for this fell maiden's sake!<br /> +Once we pass'd for warriors; sure we have cause to rue,<br /> +Ingloriously thus dying, and by a woman too;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Full bitterly it irks me to have come into this land.<br /> +Had but my brother Hagan his weapons in his hand,<br /> +And I with mine were by him, proud Brunhild's chivalry,<br /> +For all their overweening, would hold their heads less high.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ay, by my faith, no longer should their pride be borne;<br /> +Had I oaths a thousand to peace and friendship sworn,<br /> +Ere I'd see thus before me my dearest master die,<br /> +Fair as she is, this maiden a dreary corse should lie."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ay," said his brother Hagan, "we well could quit this land<br /> +As free as we came hither, were but our arms at hand.<br /> +Each with his breast in harness, his good sword by his side,<br /> +Sure we should lower a little this gentle lady's pride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well heard the noble maiden the warrior's words the while,<br /> +And looking o'er her shoulder said with a scornful smile,<br /> +"As he thinks himself so mighty, I'll not deny a guest;<br /> +Take they their arms and armor, and do as seems them best."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Be they naked and defenceless, or sheath'd in armor sheen,<br /> +To me it nothing matters," said the haughty queen.<br /> +"Fear'd yet I never mortal, and, spite of yon stern brow<br /> +And all the strength of Gunther, I fear as little now."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">73</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as their swords were giv'n them, and arm'd was either knight,<br /> +The cheek of dauntless Dankwart redden'd with delight.<br /> +"Now let them sport as likes them, nothing," said he, "care I;<br /> +Safe is noble Gunther with us in armor by."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then was the strength of Brunhild to each beholder shown.<br /> +Into the ring by th' effort of panting knights a stone<br /> +Was borne of weight enormous, massy and large and round.<br /> +It strain'd twelve brawny champions to heave it to the ground.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +This would she cast at all times when she had hurl'd the spear;<br /> +The sight of bold Burgundians fill'd with care and fear.<br /> +Quoth Hagan, "She's a darling to lie by Gunther's side.<br /> +Better the foul fiend take her to serve him as a bride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Her sleeve back turn'd the maiden, and bar'd her arm of snow,<br /> +Her heavy shield she handled, and brandished to and fro<br /> +High o'er her head the jav'lin; thus began the strife.<br /> +Bold as they were, the strangers each trembled for his life;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And had not then to help him come Siegfried to his side,<br /> +At once by that grim maiden had good King Gunther died.<br /> +Unseen up went he to him, unseen he touch'd his hand.<br /> +His trains bewilder'd Gunther was slow to understand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Who was it just now touch'd me?" thought he and star'd around<br /> +To see who could be near him; not a soul he found.<br /> +Said th' other, "I am Siegfried, thy trusty friend and true;<br /> +Be not in fear a moment for all the queen can do."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">74</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "Off with the buckler and give it me to bear;<br /> +Now, what I shall advise thee, mark with thy closest care.<br /> +Be it thine to make the gestures, and mine the work to do."<br /> +Glad man was then King Gunther, when he his helpmate knew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"But all my trains keep secret; thus for us both 'twere best;<br /> +Else this o'erweening maiden, be sure, will never rest,<br /> +Till her grudge against thee to full effect she bring.<br /> +See where she stands to face thee so sternly in the ring!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V7_LXX" id="V7_LXX"></a><a href="#St_7_LXX">LXX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +With all her strength the jav'lin the forceful maiden threw.<br /> +It came upon the buckler massy, broad and new,<br /> +That in his hand unshaken, the son of Sieglind bore.<br /> +Sparks from the steel came streaming, as if the breeze before.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Right through the groaning buckler the spear tempestuous broke;<br /> +Fire from the mail-links sparkled beneath the thund'ring stroke.<br /> +Those two mighty champions stagger'd from side to side;<br /> +But for the wondrous cloud-cloak both on the spot had died.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From the mouth of Siegfried burst the gushing blood;<br /> +Soon he again sprung forward; straight snatch'd the hero good<br /> +The spear that through his buckler she just had hurl'd amain,<br /> +And sent it at its mistress in thunder back again.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thought he "'Twere sure a pity so fair a maid to slay;"<br /> +So he revers'd the jav'lin, and turn'd the point away;<br /> +Yet, with the butt-end foremost, so forceful was the throw,<br /> +That the sore-smitten damsel totter'd to and fro.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">75</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From her mail fire sparkled as driven before the blast;<br /> +With such huge strength the jav'lin by Sieglind's son was cast,<br /> +That 'gainst the furious impulse she could no longer stand.<br /> +A stroke so sturdy never could come from Gunther's hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Up in a trice she started, and straight her silence broke,<br /> +"Noble knight, Sir Gunther, thank thee for the stroke."<br /> +She thought 'twas Gunther's manhood had laid her on the lea;<br /> +No! 'twas not he had fell'd her, but a mightier far than he.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then turn'd aside the maiden; angry was her mood;<br /> +On high the stone she lifted rugged and round and rude,<br /> +And brandish'd it with fury, and far before her flung,<br /> +Then bounded quick behind it, that loud her armor rung.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Twelve fathoms' length or better the mighty mass was thrown,<br /> +But the maiden bounded further than the stone.<br /> +To where the stone was lying Siegfried fleetly flew;<br /> +Gunther did but lift it, th' Unseen it was, who threw.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Bold, tall and strong was Siegfried, the first all knights among;<br /> +He threw the stone far further, behind it further sprung.<br /> +His wondrous arts had made him so more than mortal strong,<br /> +That with him as he bounded, he bore the king along.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The leap was seen of all men, there lay as plain the stone,<br /> +But seen was no one near it, save Gunther all alone.<br /> +Brunhild was red with anger, quick came her panting breath<br /> +Siegfried had rescued Gunther that day from certain death.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then all aloud fair Brunhild bespake her courtier band,<br /> +Seeing in the ring at distance unharm'd her wooer stand,<br /> +"Hither, my men and kinsmen: low to my better bow;<br /> +I am no more your mistress; you're Gunther's liegemen now."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">76</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Down cast the noble warriors their weapons hastily,<br /> +And lowly kneel'd to Gunther the King of Burgundy.<br /> +To him as to their sovran was kingly homage done,<br /> +Whose manhood, as they fancied, the mighty match had won.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He fair the chiefs saluted bending with gracious look;<br /> +Then by the hand the maiden her conquering suitor took,<br /> +And granted him to govern the land with sovran sway;<br /> +Whereat the warlike nobles were joyous all and gay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith the noble Gunther she begg'd with her to go<br /> +Into her royal palace; soon as 'twas ordered so,<br /> +To his knights her servants such friendly court 'gan make,<br /> +That Hagan e'en and Dankwart could it but kindly take.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Wise was the nimble Siegfried; he left them there a space,<br /> +And slily took the cloud-cloak back to its hiding-place,<br /> +Return'd then in an instant, where sat the ladies fair,<br /> +And straight, his fraud to cover, bespoke King Gunther there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why dally, gracious master? why not the games begin,<br /> +Which by the queen, to prove you, have here appointed been?<br /> +Come, let us see the contest, and mark each knightly stroke."<br /> +As though he had seen nothing, the crafty warrior spoke.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why how can this have happened," said the o'ermaster'd queen,<br /> +"That, as it seems, Sir Siegfried, the games you have not seen,<br /> +Which 'gainst me good King Gunther has gain'd with wondrous might?"<br /> +The word then up took Hagan, the stern Burgundian knight;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">77</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Our minds indeed you troubled, our hopes o'er-clouded dark;<br /> +Meanwhile the good Knight Siegfried was busy at the bark,<br /> +While the Lord of Rhineland the game against you won;<br /> +Thus," said King Gunther's liegeman, "he knows not what was done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V7_LXXXVIII" id="V7_LXXXVIII"></a><a href="#St_7_LXXXVIII">LXXXVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Well pleas'd am I," said Siegfried, "that one so proud and bold<br /> +At length has found a master in one of mortal mold,<br /> +And has been taught submission by this good lord of mine.<br /> +Now must you, noble maiden, hence follow us to the Rhine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied the damsel, "It cannot yet be so;<br /> +First must my men and kinsmen th' intended journey know;<br /> +To bring my friends together, besides, 't were surely fit.<br /> +T' were wrong, methinks, so lightly my lands and all to quit."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XC</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So messengers in hurry through all the country went;<br /> +To liegemen, and to kinsmen, and all her friends she sent.<br /> +To Isenstein she begg'd them to come without delay.<br /> +And bade give all in plenty rich gifts and garments gay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Daily to Brunhild's castle early they rode and late,<br /> +In troops from all sides flocking, and all in martial state.<br /> +"Ay! ay!" said frowning Hagan, "ill have we done, I fear;<br /> +Surely 't will be our ruin to wait this gathering here.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Let her strength be only here together brought<br /> +(And of the queen's intentions we little know or naught),<br /> +If so her passion wills it, we're lost at once, I trow.<br /> +In sooth this dainty damsel was born to work us woe."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">78</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spoke the valiant Siegfried, "I'll undertake for all;<br /> +Trust me, what now you look for, that shall ne'er befall.<br /> +Safe and sound to keep you, I'll hither bring a crew<br /> +Of fierce, selected champions, of whom ye never knew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Inquire not of my journey; I hence must instant fare;<br /> +The little while I'm absent God have you in his care.<br /> +Again here will I quickly with a thousand men be found,<br /> +The bravest and the boldest that ever moved on ground,"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Be sure then not to linger," the anxious Gunther said,<br /> +"For we meanwhile shall ever be longing for your aid."<br /> +"In a few days you'll see me at hand for your defence,<br /> +And tell," said he, "fair Brunhild, that you have sent me hence."<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="EIGHTH_ADVENTURE" id="EIGHTH_ADVENTURE"></a>EIGHTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGFRIED CAME TO THE NIBELUNGERS.</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V8_I" id="V8_I"></a><a href="#St_8_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence in his cloud-cloak Siegfried descended to the strand;<br /> +There he found a shallop, that close lay to the land;<br /> +Unseen the bark he boarded, that from the harbor pass'd<br /> +Moved by the son of Siegmund, as though before the blast.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The steersman could see no man; yet the vessel flew<br /> +Beneath the strokes of Siegfried the yielding water through.<br /> +'T was a tempest thought they, that drove it furious on.<br /> +No! 't was the strength of Siegfried, fair Sieglind's peerless son.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">79</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All that day they were running, and all the night the same,<br /> +Then to a famous country of mighty power they came,<br /> +Days' journey full a hundred stretching far away,<br /> +The Nibelungers' country, where his hard-won treasure lay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Alone the champion landed in a meadow wide;<br /> +Straight to the shore securely the little bark he tied,<br /> +And then went to a castle seated upon a hill,<br /> +To ask for food and shelter as weary travellers will.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All found he barr'd and bolted as near the walls he drew;<br /> +Men both life and honor kept then as now they do.<br /> +The stranger all impatient began a thundering din<br /> +At the well fasten'd portal. There found he close within<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A huge earth-shaking giant, the castle set to guard,<br /> +Who with his weapons by him kept ever watch and ward.<br /> +"Who beats the gate so stoutly?" the yawning monster ask'd;<br /> +His voice, as he gave answer, the crafty hero mask'd,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And said, "I am a warrior; open me the gate;<br /> +I'm wroth with lazy losels who make their betters wait,<br /> +While they on down are snoring as if they'd never wake."<br /> +It irk'd the burly porter that thus the stranger spake.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now had the fearless giant all his weapons donn'd,<br /> +Bound on his head his helmet, and in his monstrous hond<br /> +A shield unmeasur'd taken; open the gate he threw,<br /> +And his teeth grimly gnashing at Siegfried fiercely flew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How could he dare to call up men of mettle so?"<br /> +With that he let fly at him many a wind-swift blow,<br /> +That the noble stranger put back with wary fence.<br /> +At last upheav'd the giant an iron bar immense,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">80</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And his firm shield-band shatter'd; scarce could the warrior stand,<br /> +He fear'd, though for a moment, grim death was close at hand,<br /> +With his enormous weapon the porter smote so sore,<br /> +Yet for his dauntless bearing he lov'd him all the more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With the mighty conflict the castle rung around;<br /> +To th' hall of the Nibelungers reach'd the stunning sound.<br /> +At length the vanquish'd porter he bound with conquering hand.<br /> +Far and wide flew the tidings through the Nibelungers' land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +While in the dubious combat they both were struggling still,<br /> +Albric the wild dwarf heard it far through the hollow hill.<br /> +Straight he donn'd his armor, and thither running found<br /> +The noble guest victorious, and the panting giant bound.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A stout dwarf was Albric, and bold as well as stout;<br /> +With helm and mail securely he was arm'd throughout;<br /> +A golden scourge full heavy in his hand he swung.<br /> +Straight ran he to the rescue, and fierce on Siegfried sprung.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Seven ponderous knobs from th' handle hung, each one by its thong;<br /> +With these the dwarf kept pounding so sturdy and so strong,<br /> +That he split the shield of Siegfried to the centre from the rim,<br /> +And put the dauntless champion in care for life or limb.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Away he threw his buckler broken all and smash'd;<br /> +His long well-temper'd weapon into its sheath he dash'd,<br /> +To spare his own dependents his virtue mov'd him still,<br /> +And to his heart sore went it his chamberlain to kill.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">81</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With mighty hands undaunted in on the dwarf he ran;<br /> +By the beard he caught him, that age-hoary man,<br /> +He dragg'd him, and he shook him, his rage on him he wreak'd,<br /> +And handled him so roughly, that loud for pain he shriek'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Loud cries the dwarf o'ermaster'd, "Spare me and leave me free,<br /> +And could I ever servant save to one hero be,<br /> +To whom I've sworn allegiance as long as I have breath,"<br /> +Said the crafty Albric, "you would I serve to death."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V8_XVIII" id="V8_XVIII"></a><a href="#St_8_XVIII">XVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then bound was writhing Albric as the giant just before;<br /> +The nervous grasp of Siegfried pinch'd him and pain'd him sore.<br /> +Then thus the dwarf address'd him; "Be pleas'd your name to tell."<br /> +Said he, "My name is Siegfried; I thought you knew me well."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Well's me for these good tidings," Albric the dwarf replied.<br /> +"Now know I all your merit, which I by proof have tried.<br /> +High rule o'er all this country well you deserve to bear;<br /> +I'll do whate'er you bid me; the vanquish'd only spare."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the noble Siegfried: "You must hence with speed,<br /> +And bring me, of the warriors that best we have at need,<br /> +A thousand Nibelungers; them I here must view;<br /> +No evil shall befall you, if this you truly do."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The dwarf and eke the giant the champion straight unbound;<br /> +Then ran at once swift Albric where he the warriors found.<br /> +The slumbering Nibelungers he wak'd with eager care,<br /> +Saying, "Up, up, ye heroes! ye must to Siegfried fare."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">82</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Up from their beds they started, and instant ready made,<br /> +Nimble knights a thousand richly all array'd.<br /> +So flock'd they quick, where waiting they saw Sir Siegfried stand;<br /> +Then was there goodly greeting with word of mouth and clasp of hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V8_XXIII" id="V8_XXIII"></a><a href="#St_8_XXIII">XXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight lit was many a taper; then the spiced draught he drank;<br /> +His friends, who came so quickly, he did not spare to thank.<br /> +He said, "You hence must instant far o'er the wave with me."<br /> +He found them for th' adventure as ready as could be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Full thirty hundred warriors were come at his request;<br /> +From these he chose a thousand the bravest and the best.<br /> +Helmets and other armor were brought for all the band,<br /> +For he resolv'd to lead them e'en to Queen Brunhild's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He said, "Good knights adventurous, to my words give heed.<br /> +At the proud court of Brunhild our richest robes will need.<br /> +There many a lovely lady will look on every guest,<br /> +So we must all array us in our choicest and our best."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How?" said a beardless novice, "that sure can never be.<br /> +How can be lodg'd together so many knights as we?<br /> +Where could they find them victual? where could they find them vests?<br /> +Never could thirty kingdoms keep such a crowd of guests."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +You've heard of Siegfried's riches; well could he all afford<br /> +With a kingdom to supply him, and Niblung's endless hoard.<br /> +Rich gifts were in profusion to all his knights assign'd.<br /> +Much as he drain'd the treasure, as much remain'd behind.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">83</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Early upon a morning in haste they parted thence.<br /> +What prowest warriors Siegfried brought to his friend's defence!<br /> +Their armor darted radiance, their horses toss'd the foam.<br /> +Well equipp'd and knightly came they to Brunhild's home.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At the windows standing look'd out the maidens gay.<br /> +Then cried their royal mistress, "Can any of you say,<br /> +What strangers there far-floating over the billows go?<br /> +Their canvas they are spreading whiter far than snow."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the king of Rhineland, "They're men of mine, fair dame,<br /> +Whom I left not distant, when late I hither came;<br /> +Since, I have bid them join me, and now you see them here."<br /> +The noble guests receiv'd them with good and friendly cheer.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then might they see bold Siegfried, array'd in robes of pride,<br /> +Aboard a bark high standing, and many a chief beside.<br /> +Then said the queen to Gunther, "Sir king, what now shall I?<br /> +Greet the guests advancing, or that grace deny?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "To meet them, lady, forth from your palace go,<br /> +That, if you're glad to see them, the same they well may know."<br /> +Then did the queen, as Gunther had said him seem'd the best,<br /> +And Siegfried in her greeting distinguish'd from the rest.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They found them fitting quarters, and took their arms in charge;<br /> +The guests were now so many, that they were ill at large,<br /> +Such troops of friends and strangers flock'd in on every side.<br /> +So the bold Burgundians now would homeward ride.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">84</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the fair Queen Brunhild, "Him for my friend I'd hold,<br /> +Who'd help me to distribute my silver and my gold<br /> +Among my guests and Gunther's; no little store have I."<br /> +Bold Giselher's bold liegeman Dankwart straight made reply:<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Right noble queen and gracious, trust but your keys with me;<br /> +Your wealth I'll so distribute, all shall contented be,<br /> +And as to blame or damage, let that be mine alone."<br /> +That he was free and liberal, that made he clearly shown.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as Hagan's brother had the keys in hand,<br /> +Gold began and silver to run away like sand.<br /> +If one a mark requested, gifts had he shower'd so rife,<br /> +That home might go the poorest merry and rich for life.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +By th' hundred pounds together he gave uncounted out.<br /> +Crowds in gorgeous vesture were stalking all about,<br /> +Who ne'er had worn such splendor, and scarce so much as seen.<br /> +They told the tale to Brunhild; it fretted sore the queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight she spoke to Gunther, "Sir king, I've cause to grieve.<br /> +Your treasurer, I fear me, scarce a rag will leave<br /> +Of all my choice apparel, my last gold piece he'll spend.<br /> +Would somebody would stop it! I'd ever be his friend.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He wastes so, he must fancy in his wayward will<br /> +I've sent for death to fetch me, but wealth I can use still,<br /> +And what my father left me can waste myself, I ween."<br /> +Treasurer so free-handed never yet had queen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">85</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the knight of Trony, "Lady, you must be told,<br /> +The king of Rhine has plenty of raiment and of gold,<br /> +And can of both so lavish, that we may well dispense<br /> +With all fair Brunhild's vesture, nor need bring any hence."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, for my love," said Brunhild, "with gold and silken vests<br /> +Let me from all my treasure fill twenty travelling chests,<br /> +That when we come together in Burgundy to live,<br /> +This hand may still have something royally to give."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith her chests were loaded with many a precious stone.<br /> +She o'er the work appointed a treasurer of her own.<br /> +She would not trust to Dankwart, Giselher's thriftless man.<br /> +Gunther thereat and Hagan both to laugh began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the martial maiden, "Whom shall I leave my lands?<br /> +This first must here be settled by our united hands."<br /> +The noble monarch answer'd, "Who most is in your grace,<br /> +Him will we leave behind us to govern in our place."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +One of her near relations was standing by the maid;<br /> +He was her mother's brother; to him she turn'd and said,<br /> +"Take to your charge my castles, and with them all my land,<br /> +Till I or else King Gunther give otherwise command."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V8_XLV" id="V8_XLV"></a><a href="#St_8_XLV">XLV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +She chose a thousand heroes from all her chivalry<br /> +To the Rhine's distand borders to bear her company,<br /> +With the thousand champions from the Nibelungers' land.<br /> +They bown'd them for their journey, and hastened to the strand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Six-and-eighty women, a hundred maidens too<br /> +She took with her from Issland; fair were they all to view.<br /> +They now no longer tarried; they ready were to go.<br /> +From those they left behind them what tears began to flow!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">86</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In manner as became her she left her native ground;<br /> +She kiss'd her nearest kindred who weeping stood around.<br /> +So with fair dismissal they came down to the shore.<br /> +To her father's country the maid return'd no more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With sound of all sweet music they floated on their way;<br /> +From morn to eve was nothing but change of sport and play;<br /> +The soft sea-breeze they wish'd for was fluttering in their sail;<br /> +Yet for that voyage how many were yet to weep and wail!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But still her lord deferring with maidenly delay<br /> +Brunhild reserv'd one pleasure to the fair wedding-day,<br /> +When home to Worms together the king and queenly dame,<br /> +Full flown with mirth and rapture, with all their heroes came.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="NINTH_ADVENTURE" id="NINTH_ADVENTURE"></a>NINTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGFRIED WAS SENT TO WORMS</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V9_I" id="V9_I"></a><a href="#St_9_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Nine days had now the travellers been faring on their way,<br /> +When spake the knight of Trony, "Give ear to what I say.<br /> +We're slow to send the tidings of our adventure home;<br /> +Your messengers already should to Burgundy have come."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To him replied King Gunther, "What you have said, is true,<br /> +And none should be so ready this very task to do,<br /> +As e'en yourself, friend Hagan; so ride unto my land;<br /> +None, I am sure, can better proclaim that we're at hand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V9_III" id="V9_III"></a><a href="#St_9_III">III</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto gave answer Hagan, "Such duty suits not me;<br /> +Let me tend the chambers, and linger still at sea;<br /> +Or I'll stay with the women, and their wardrobe keep,<br /> +Till to the Rhine we bring them safe from the blustering deep.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">87</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"From Siegfried ask a journey of such a weary length,<br /> +For he can well perform it with his surpassing strength,<br /> +And, should he e'en refuse it, him to consent you'll move,<br /> +If you but beseech him for your sister's love."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight sent he for the warrior; he came as soon as found;<br /> +Said Gunther, "Now we're coming home to my native ground,<br /> +Fain would I give quick notice by some sure friend of mine<br /> +To my sister and my mother that we approach the Rhine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"This I entreat you, Siegfried; now do what I desire,<br /> +And I'll in full requite you, whatever you require."<br /> +But ne'er consented Siegfried, the never-conquer'd man,<br /> +Till in another fashion the king to ask began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "Nay, gentle Siegfried, do but this journey take,<br /> +Not for my sake only, but for my sister's sake.<br /> +You'll oblige fair Kriemhild in this as well as me."<br /> +When so implor'd was Siegfried, ready at once was he.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Whate'er you will, command me; let naught be left unsaid;<br /> +I will gladly do it for the lovely maid.<br /> +How can I refuse her who my heart has won?<br /> +For her, whate'er your pleasure, tell it, and it is done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Tell then my mother Uta, the rich and mighty queen,<br /> +We in our dangerous journey right fortunate have been.<br /> +Inform my loving brothers, we have succeeded well;<br /> +And to my court and kindred the same glad tidings tell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"From my gentle sister nothing conceal'd must be;<br /> +Bear her the kindest greeting from Brunhild and from me.<br /> +Proclaim to every liegeman and every anxious friend,<br /> +That my heart's lingering longing I've brought to happy end.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">88</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And tell my loving nephew, the knight of Metz, Ortwine,<br /> +That seats he bid in order be rais'd along the Rhine.<br /> +And do my other kinsmen to wit, both most and least,<br /> +That I will hold with Brunhild a gorgeous marriage-feast.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fail not to tell my sister, that soon as she shall hear<br /> +That I, returning homeward, with all my guests are near,<br /> +She well receive so kindly the lady of my heart,<br /> +And love and service ever shall be her's on Gunther's part."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Leave then took Sir Siegfried of Gunther's haughty dame,<br /> +And of her fair attendants, as him well became,<br /> +And for the Rhine departed; never could there be<br /> +In all this world a better messenger than he.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With four-and-twenty warriors to Worms he hotly sped;<br /> +King Gunther came not with him, when this abroad was spread,<br /> +The hearts of all his servants were wrung with mortal pain;<br /> +They fear'd, the might of Brunhild their noble king had slain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Down sprang all from their horses; their thoughts were proud and high;<br /> +Straight the good young King Giselher ran to them hastily,<br /> +And Gernot his bold brother, soon spoke he, having eyed<br /> +The troop, and miss'd King Gunther from noble Siegfried's side,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Welcome to Worms, Sir Siegfried; tell us what news you bring,<br /> +What have you done with Gunther, our brother and our king?<br /> +I fear me, we have lost him, fierce Brunhild was too strong;<br /> +So has his lofty passion brought us but loss and wrong."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">89</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Away with fear and sorrow! to you and all his kin<br /> +My comrade sends his greeting; a conqu'ror he has been,<br /> +And safe and sound I left him; from him despatch'd I come<br /> +To bring the gladsome tidings to all his friends at home.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"You also must contrive it, for your's the task should be,<br /> +How I may straight your mother and your fair sister see,<br /> +To carry them the message that I receiv'd so late<br /> +From Gunther and from Brunhild; both are in best estate."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Young Giselher then answer'd; "Go straight to them and tell<br /> +The tale you're charg'd to carry; 'twill please my sister well.<br /> +Fear for the fate of Gunther is heavy on her breast.<br /> +I'll vouch, that with the maiden you'll prove a welcome guest."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the noble Siegfried, "Whatever I can do<br /> +To serve her, she shall find me a willing friend and true.<br /> +Who now will tell the ladies, that I an audience crave?"<br /> +Giselher took the message, the high-born youth and brave.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To the lovely maiden and the stately dame<br /> +Spoke the youthful warrior, when to their sight he came,<br /> +"Siegfried is come with tidings for our hearing meant;<br /> +Him my brother Gunther hither to the Rhine has sent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"By him he's charged to tell us, how stands it with the king;<br /> +Permit him then his message hither to court to bring;<br /> +Whate'er befell in Issland from him you'll truly know."<br /> +E'en thus the noble ladies still harbor'd fear and woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Up for their robes they started, and each herself array'd,<br /> +Then bade Sir Siegfried enter; he willingly obey'd,<br /> +For much he long'd to see them; then, ere the warrior spoke,<br /> +Silence the blushing Kriemhild with friendly accents broke.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">90</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Welcome, Sir Siegfried, hither, boldest of the bold!<br /> +Where is my brother Gunther? straight be your tidings told.<br /> +I fear me, we have lost him, and here are left forlorn.<br /> +Woe's me unhappy maiden, that ever I was born!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the warrior, "Give me the guerdon of good news;<br /> +You weep for sake of weeping; so you fair ladies use.<br /> +I left him safe and hearty; of this assure you well.<br /> +He to you both has sent me the joyful tale to tell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To you, as best beseems him, with gracious kind intent<br /> +He and his bride their service, right noble queen, have sent.<br /> +And soon will both come hither, so dry your idle tears."<br /> +For many a day such gladness had never bless'd her ears.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V9_XXVII" id="V9_XXVII"></a><a href="#St_9_XXVII">XXVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight with her snow-white apron she wip'd her tears away,<br /> +And dried her eyes from weeping; then, once more fresh and gay<br /> +Began to thank the envoy for his happy tale,<br /> +That ended her deep sorrow and heart-consuming wail.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She bade the knight be seated; nothing loth was he;<br /> +Then spake the lovely maiden; "'Twere no small joy for me,<br /> +Could I with gold reward you for what you just have said;<br /> +But you're for that too wealthy; take my good will instead."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Were I," replied the champion, "the lord of thirty lands<br /> +Still would I take with pleasure a gift from your fair hands."<br /> +Straight said the modest damsel, "Then you shall be content."<br /> +So for the costly guerdon her treasurer she sent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Four and twenty bracelets she gave him for his fee,<br /> +Each set with stones full precious; yet so proud was he,<br /> +That he would not keep them, but gave the jewels rare<br /> +To her lovely maidens, whom he found in waiting there.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">91</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And then her mother greeted the noble warrior well.<br /> +"To both of you," replied he, "I yet have more to tell,<br /> +Whereof the king entreats you, and, if you but attend<br /> +To what he asks so dearly, he'll ever be your friend.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"His noble guests, he begs you, and his beauteous bride<br /> +Receive with kindly welcome, and forth to meet them ride<br /> +On the strand before the city. To you has sent the king<br /> +This true and gracious message, which I as truly bring."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'm ready at his bidding," the lovely maid replied,<br /> +"Whatever I can to serve him shall never be denied,<br /> +So heartily and truly his pleasure will I do."<br /> +Then her love-kindled blushes glow'd a deeper hue.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Never prince's envoy a heartier welcome won;<br /> +Had she dar'd to kiss him, fain would she so have done.<br /> +In loving wise he parted from th' unwilling maid.<br /> +Forthwith the bold Burgundians did as the warrior bade.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sindolt and Hunoldt and Rumolt the good knight<br /> +Early and late were stirring as briskly as they might;<br /> +They rais'd the seats in order, such duty well they knew;<br /> +From side to side unwearied the royal servant flew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ortwine of Metz and Gary, King Gunther's liegemen bold,<br /> +The marriage feast, that forthwith their master was to hold,<br /> +Proclaim'd to friends and neighbors; against the festal day<br /> +Every noble maiden prepar'd her best array.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Adorn'd was all the palace, and richly every wall<br /> +Bedeck'd to grace the strangers; King Gunther's spacious hall<br /> +By the skill was furbish'd of many a foreign man;<br /> +With merriment and pastime the royal feast began.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">92</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +By every road advancing with ceaseless press and din<br /> +Flock'd all to Worms together the royal brethren's kin,<br /> +Summon'd by hasty message to meet th' expected guests.<br /> +Then from the folded wrappers were ta'en the well-stor'd vests.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sudden spread the tidings, that now one might espy<br /> +Brunhild's friends advancing; straight rose a press and cry<br /> +'Mong the Burgundian thousands, that waiting stood around.<br /> +Ah! what men of valor on either side were found!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the lovely Kriemhild, "My maidens fair and free,<br /> +Who at this reception must bear your part with me,<br /> +Let each her choice apparel search out from secret chest;<br /> +The matrons too I'd counsel to prank them in their best."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then forward came the warriors, and straight th' attendants told<br /> +To bring forth sumptuous saddles o'erlaid with ruddy gold,<br /> +Whereon might ride the ladies from Worms unto the Rhine.<br /> +Never was better horse-gear beheld, nor work so fine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What store of gold resplendent about the palfreys shone!<br /> +From their gorgeous bridles gleam'd many a precious stone.<br /> +Richly gilt side-saddles with trappings of bright hue<br /> +Were brought forth for the ladies, who gladden'd at the view.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Caparison'd all richly with silken housings rare<br /> +Was led a gentle palfrey for every lady there.<br /> +Each steed a silken pöitral (the silk was of the best<br /> +That e'er was spun or fashion'd) had hanging at his breast.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Six and eighty ladies, each a married dame,<br /> +With hairy bounds in fillets to lovely Kriemhild came,<br /> +Each radiant in her beauty, each in rich garb array'd;<br /> +Thither too in full adornment came many a blooming maid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">93</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Fifty and four, the fairest and of the best report<br /> +Of all, whose beauty honor'd the proud Burgundian court,<br /> +Went forth with glittering laces above their flaxen hair.<br /> +What Gunther had requested, all did with all their care.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The best stuffs and the richest, that e'er were found, they bore<br /> +To meet the stranger heroes; every robe they wore<br /> +With care and skill was chosen to suit their lovely hue.<br /> +He were a fool, who'd murmur at one of that fair crew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of sable and of ermine many a robe was there,<br /> +And many a sparkling bracelet o'er silken raiment fair<br /> +The wrists and arms encircled of many a lady gay.<br /> +The care, the taste, the splendor none might at full display.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V9_XLVIII" id="V9_XLVIII"></a><a href="#St_9_XLVIII">XLVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a glittering girdle, that rich and long down hung,<br /> +By many a snowy finger o'er gorgeous weed was flung<br /> +To bind the far-brought garment of stuff from Araby.<br /> +Each noble damsel's bosom swell'd high and joyfully.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In the tighten'd bodice many a smiling maid<br /> +Had laced herself full deftly; each were ill appaid<br /> +Did not her bright complexion outshine her vesture sheen.<br /> +A train so fair and graceful now has ne'er a queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the lovely ladies for the joyful day<br /> +Had donn'd their rich apparel, forthwith, in meet array,<br /> +Of bold high-mettled warriors a mighty force drew near,<br /> +With many a shield bright-beaming and many an ashen spear.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">94</a></span><br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TENTH_ADVENTURE" id="TENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>TENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW BRUNHILD WAS RECEIVED AT WORMS</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Beyond the Rhine King Gunther, with many a well-arm'd rank<br /> +And all his guests about him, rode toward the river's bank;<br /> +You might see by the bridle led forward many a maid.<br /> +Those, who were to receive them, were ready all array'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the men of Issland came to the shallops down,<br /> +And eke the Nibelungers, lieges of Siegfried's crown,<br /> +To th' other shore they hasten'd (busy was ever hand)<br /> +Where them the friends of Gunther awaited on the strand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now hear, by wealthy Uta what a device was wrought.<br /> +Down with her from the castle a virgin train she brought,<br /> +That rode where she was riding in that procession bright;<br /> +So many a maid acquainted became with many a knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Kriemhild by the bridle the Margrave Gary led.<br /> +But only from the castle; then forward Siegfried sped,<br /> +And did that gentle service; fair was the blushing maid;<br /> +Full well for that thereafter the warrior she repaid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ortwine, the fearless champion, rode by Dame Uta's rein;<br /> +Knights and maids together followed, a social train.<br /> +At such a stately meeting, all must confess, I ween,<br /> +So many lovely ladies were ne'er together seen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Full many a famous champion careering you might spy<br /> +(Ill there were sloth and idless) beneath fair Kriemhild's eye<br /> +E'en to the place of landing; by knights of fair renown<br /> +There many a high-born lady from steed was lifted down.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">95</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king was now come over, and many a worthy guest.<br /> +Ah! before the ladies what spears were laid in rest!<br /> +How many went in shivers at every hurtling close!<br /> +Buckler clashed with buckler; ah! what a din arose!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now might you see the ladies fast by the haven stand.<br /> +With his guests King Gunther debark'd upon the strand,<br /> +In his hand soft leading the martial maiden fair.<br /> +Then each on each flash'd radiance, rich robes and jewels rare.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that the smiling Kriemhild forth stepp'd a little space,<br /> +And Brunhild and her meiny greeted with gentle grace.<br /> +Each with snowy fingers back her headband drew,<br /> +And either kiss'd the other lovingly and true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spoke in courteous manner Kriemhild the fair and free,<br /> +"In this our land, dear Brunhild, ever welcome be<br /> +To me and to my mother and all by us allow'd<br /> +For faithful friends and liegemen," Then each to th' other bow'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Next to greet Dame Brunhild approach'd Dame Uta too;<br /> +Oft she and oft her daughter their arms around her threw,<br /> +And on her sweet mouth lavish'd many a loving kiss.<br /> +Never was known a welcome so kind and frank as this.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as Brunhild's women were all come to the strand,<br /> +Many a courtly warrior took by her lily hand<br /> +A lady fair, and gently her mincing steps upstay'd.<br /> +Now before Dame Brunhild stood many a noble maid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas long before the greeting had gone through all the list.<br /> +On either part in plenty rosy mouths were kiss'd.<br /> +Still the two fair princesses were standing side by side,<br /> +A pair with love and rapture by longing warriors ey'd.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">96</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What erst had been but rumor, was now made clear to sight,<br /> +That naught had yet been witness'd so beautiful and bright<br /> +As those two lovely damsels; 'twas plain to every eye;<br /> +None the slightest blemish in either form could spy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whoever look'd on women with but the sight for guide,<br /> +Such for her faultless beauty prais'd Gunther's stately bride;<br /> +But those, whose thoughts went deeper, and div'd into the mind,<br /> +Maintained that gentle Kriemhild left Brunhild far behind.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now met the dames and damsels in friendly converse free;<br /> +Fair robes and fairer beauties were there in store to see;<br /> +Many a silk pavilion and many a gorgous tent<br /> +The plain before the city fill'd in its whole extent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +King Gunther's kinsmen ceas'd not to press to that fair show.<br /> +And now was begg'd each princess from the sun to go<br /> +Close by, with their attendants, where shade was overhead.<br /> +By bold Burgundian warriors thither were they led.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then clomb to horse the heroes, and scour'd the sounding field;<br /> +Many a joust was practised with order'd spear and shield;<br /> +Right well were prov'd the champions, and o'er the trampled plain,<br /> +As though the land were burning, the dust curl'd up amain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So all before the ladies display'd their skill and force.<br /> +Nor doubt I that Sir Siegfried rode many a knightly course<br /> +Before the rich pavilions, and, ever as he sped,<br /> +His thousand Nibelungers, a stately squadron, led.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then came the knight of Trony by the good king's command;<br /> +In friendly wise he parted the jousters on the strand,<br /> +For fear the dust, now thick'ning, the ladies might molest.<br /> +Him with ready reverence obey'd each gentle guest.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">97</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the noble Gernot, "Let each now rest his steed<br /> +Till the air be cooler, 't will then be our's to lead<br /> +These lovely ladies homeward e'en to the palace wide.<br /> +So keep yourselves all ready till it please the king to ride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus ended was the tourney, and now the warriors went<br /> +To join the dames and damsels beneath each lofty tent,<br /> +And there in gentle converse their grace and favor sought;<br /> +So flew the hours in pastime till of riding home they thought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now as drew on the twilight, when cooler grew the air<br /> +And the sun was setting, they would not linger there,<br /> +But up rose lords and ladies to seek the castle high;<br /> +Many a fair dame was cherish'd by many a love-lit eye.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So on the fair they waited as from good knights is due.<br /> +Then hardy squires, hot-spurring before the nobles' view,<br /> +After the country's custom rode for the prize of weed<br /> +As far as to the palace, where sprung the king from steed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There too the proud queens parted, each taking thence her way.<br /> +Dame Uta and her daughter with their handmaids gay<br /> +Into a spacious chamber both together went.<br /> +There might you hear on all sides the sound of merriment.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In hall the seats were order'd; the king would instant hie<br /> +With all his guests to table; beside him you might spy<br /> +His lovely bride, Queen Brunhild; her royal crown she wore<br /> +There in King Gunther's country; so rich was none before.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Seats were there plac'd unnumber'd with tables broad and good,<br /> +As is to us reported, full heap'd with costly food.<br /> +How little there was wanted that passes for the best!<br /> +There with the king was seated full many a noble guest.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">98</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The chamberlains of Gunther in ewers of ruddy gold<br /> +Brought to the guests the water; should you be ever told<br /> +That at a prince's table service was better done,<br /> +'Twere labor lost to say so, 't would be believ'd by none.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then, ere the Lord of Rhineland touch'd the water bright,<br /> +Up to him, as befitted, went Siegfried the good knight,<br /> +And brought to him remembrance the promise made him there,<br /> +Ere yet afar in Issland he look'd on Brunhild fair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "You must remember what swore to me your hand,<br /> +That, soon as Lady Brunhild were come into this land,<br /> +To me you'd give your sister; your oaths now where are they?<br /> +On me throughout your journey much toil and travail lay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Well did you to remind me," the noble king replied,<br /> +"By what my hand has promis'd, I ever will abide,<br /> +And in this thing to serve you will do my best, my all."<br /> +Then sent he to beg Kriemhild to come into the hall.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight to the hall came Kriemhild begirt with many a maid,<br /> +When from the lofty staircase young Giselher thus said,<br /> +"Send back your maidens, Kriemhild, this business is your own;<br /> +On this the king our brother would speak with you alone."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then forward led was Kriemhild, as Gunther gave command,<br /> +Where stood the king, and round him from many a prince's land<br /> +Were noble knights unnumber'd; at once all silence kept;<br /> +At that same instant Brunhild had just to table stepp'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence came it, she knew nothing of what was to be done.<br /> +Then to his gather'd kinsmen spoke Dankrat's royal son,<br /> +"Help me to move my sister Siegfried for lord to take."<br /> +"Such match," they all gave answer, "with honor she may make."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">99</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spoke the king to Kriemhild, "Sister, I ask of thee<br /> +From an oath to set me by thy kindness free.<br /> +Thee to a knight I promised; if thou become his bride,<br /> +Thou'lt do the will of Gunther, and show thy love beside."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the noble maiden, "Dearest brother mine,<br /> +It needed not to ask me; whate'er command be thine,<br /> +I'll willingly perform it; so now, for thy sake,<br /> +Whom thou for husband giv'st me, fain I, my lord, will take."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With love and eke with pleasure redden'd Siegfried's hue;<br /> +At once to lady Kriemhild he pledg'd his service true.<br /> +They bade them stand together in the courtly circle bright.<br /> +And ask'd her if for husband she took that lofty knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In modest maiden fashion she blush'd a little space,<br /> +But such was Siegfried's fortune and his earnest grace,<br /> +That not altogether could she deny her hand.<br /> +Then her for wife acknowledg'd the noble King of Netherland.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He thus to her affianc'd, and to him the maid,<br /> +Straight round the long-sought damsel in blushing grace array'd<br /> +His arms with soft emotion th' enamour'd warrior threw,<br /> +And kiss'd the high-born princess before that glitt'ring crew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On this up broke the circle, and to the feast they came;<br /> +There high-advanc'd Sir Siegfried sat with his spoused dame<br /> +Right opposite to Gunther; him many a vassal true<br /> +Serv'd at the board, and near him his Nibelungers drew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V10_XLI" id="V10_XLI"></a><a href="#St_10_XLI">XLI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +High at the feast sat Gunther and Brunhild by his side,<br /> +But woe was then the maiden, when Kriemhild she espied<br /> +Sitting by valiant Siegfried; she straight began to weep,<br /> +And her bright visage darken'd with shame and passion deep.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">100</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the king of Rhineland, "What ails you, lady mine,<br /> +That your fair eyes are clouded, and dimm'd their beamy shine?<br /> +You rather should be merry, now that my liegemen true,<br /> +My country and my castles are subject all to you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Good cause have I for weeping," return'd the angry fair;<br /> +"My very heart is bleeding to see your sister there<br /> +Beside your lowly vassal sitting so content;<br /> +Never shall I cease weeping for such disparagement."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the noble Gunther, "No more of this, I pray;<br /> +You shall be told the reason on some other day,<br /> +Wherefore I to Siegfried my sister gave for wife.<br /> +May she with him ever lead a happy life!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Quoth she, "I sorrow ever for her grace and beauty's sake;<br /> +Had I a place to fly to, my flight I hence would take,<br /> +For lie will I never, King Gunther, by your side,<br /> +Ere I know why Kriemhild is given for Siegfried's bride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto made answer Gunther, "That will I tell you straight.<br /> +Know, I have given my sister to no unequal mate:<br /> +A mighty king is Siegfried, and unto him belong,<br /> +As to their rightful sovran, broad lands and castles strong."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whatever he could tell her, her gloomy mood she kept.<br /> +Then from the board to tilting many a warrior stepp'd.<br /> +The noise of their tourney made all the castle ring.<br /> +His guests and their amusements wearied sore the king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thought he, 't were softer lying in a marriage bed.<br /> +Then, to beguile annoyance, his longing heart he fed<br /> +With thought of future pleasure from love of such a bride,<br /> +And ever Lady Brunhild tenderly he ey'd.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">101</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The guests were bid give over the tourney, as was meet.<br /> +The king with his fair lady would now to bed retreat.<br /> +Before the hall's grand staircase Kriemhild and Brunhild met;<br /> +Bitterness or rancor on neither side was yet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then came th' attendant courtiers; they lingered now for nought;<br /> +Chamberlains well-apparel'd the tapers to them brought.<br /> +The followers then divided of the rulers twain;<br /> +Then might you see with Siegfried go forth a num'rous train.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now the royal bridegrooms both to their chambers came;<br /> +Each thought with fond caresses to woo his gentle dame,<br /> +That both might, as befitted, in love's soft bonds agree.<br /> +The night to noble Siegfried was sweet as sweet might be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There lay he so delighted by lovely Kriemhild's side,<br /> +And found such modest graces in his virgin bride,<br /> +That he came to love her more than his proper life.<br /> +Well she deserv'd his passion as a virtuous wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What more ensued between them it needs not here to say.<br /> +Now you must hear the story, how King Gunther lay<br /> +By the fair Lady Brunhild. Many a loving swain<br /> +By his loving helpmate with more content has lain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The crowd had now all vanish'd, that tended them before;<br /> +Of the marriage chamber fast was made the door.<br /> +He deem'd he now was shortly to win his lovely mate,<br /> +But for that happy moment he yet had long to wait.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In robe of whitest linen to the bed she pass'd;<br /> +Then thought the noble Gunther, "Now all is mine at last,<br /> +That I ever long'd for before in all my life."<br /> +Needs must be blest a husband in such a charming wife.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">102</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now with trembling fingers 'gan he shroud the light,<br /> +Then went with glad expectance where lay his lady bright,<br /> +And laid him down beside her, nor small the joy he knew,<br /> +When his arms around her tenderly he threw.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Fain would he have caress'd her as gentle love inspires,<br /> +Had but the wayward maiden granted his desires;<br /> +But there he sore was troubled, so fiercely storm'd his mate.<br /> +He look'd for fond affection, and met with deadly hate.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Sir knight," said she, "it suits not—you'd better leave me free<br /> +From all your present purpose—it must and shall not be.<br /> +A maid still will I keep me (think well the matter o'er)<br /> +Till I am told that story." This fretted Gunther sore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then for her love he struggled e'en till her robe he rent;<br /> +With that, up caught the maiden a cord with fell intent<br /> +(About her waist she wore it, strong was the same and tough),<br /> +And wrought her lord and master shame and wrong enough.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The feet and hands of Gunther she tied together all,<br /> +Then to a nail she bore him, and hung him 'gainst the wall,<br /> +And bade him not disturb her, nor breathe of love a breath.<br /> +Sure from the doughty damsel he all but met his death.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Humbly to beg began he, who master should have been,<br /> +"Untie me, I beseech you, right fair and noble queen<br /> +For your love will I never against your pleasure try,<br /> +And ne'er again will venture so close to you to lie."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How he far'd she reck'd not, while soft herself she lay;<br /> +So all night long he dangled perforce till break of day,<br /> +When through the chamber window the light began to peep.<br /> +That night was Gunther's pleasure as little as his sleep.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">103</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now tell me, good Sir Gunther," began the froward fair,<br /> +"Would you like your servants to find you hanging there<br /> +The bondsman of a woman? that were a royal view!"<br /> +The noble knight made answer, "No credit 'twere to you;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And in good sooth," he added, "'twere honor none to me;<br /> +So of your kindness, lady, be pleas'd to set me free;<br /> +Since my love's so distasteful, fear neither harm nor hurt.<br /> +Not so much as a finger of mine shall touch your skirt."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that the maid unbound him; free stood he, but half dead;<br /> +Then all aghast and trembling back totter'd to the bed,<br /> +And there lay down so distant that her night-dress fair<br /> +He seldom touch'd, if ever; e'en that she well could spare.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now in came their attendants; by these in hand were borne<br /> +New gaudy robes in plenty to suit the marriage morn.<br /> +Downcast he stood and moody amidst the smiling band.<br /> +Their mirth seem'd out of season to the monarch of the land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +After the good old custom that in that land was kept,<br /> +King Gunther and Queen Brunhild forth from the chamber stepp'd,<br /> +And hied them to the minster, where the mass was sung.<br /> +Thither too came Sir Siegfried; then rose a press the crowd among.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Each circumstance of honor for monarch and his mate<br /> +Was there in order ready, both crown and robe of state.<br /> +Then consecrated were they, and, soon as that was o'er,<br /> +With jewel'd crowns conspicuous stood all the goodly four.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V10_LXIX" id="V10_LXIX"></a><a href="#St_10_LXIX">LXIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Bold squires with sword were girded six hundred at the least<br /> +In honor of the rulers at that high marriage feast.<br /> +Was nought but mirth and joyance in Burgundy to hear,<br /> +And swashing of the buckler, and clattering of the spear.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">104</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There too at many a window sat many a laughing maid,<br /> +To view in mimic terror far-flashing arms display'd;<br /> +But still, whate'er was toward, kept the sad king apart,<br /> +With gloom upon his visage and anguish at his heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twixt him and good Sir Siegfried what difference of mood!<br /> +Well guess'd what so him fretted that noble knight and good.<br /> +To the king he betook him, and ask'd in accents low,<br /> +"Last night how far'd it with you? this be pleas'd to let me know."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V10_LXXII" id="V10_LXXII"></a><a href="#St_10_LXXII">LXXII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to his guest said Gunther, "Shame, alas! and strife,<br /> +My friend, I home have brought me in my wayward wife.<br /> +No sooner came I near her, what did she do, but tie<br /> +My feet and hands together, and hang me up on high?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"There like a ball I dangled all night till break of day<br /> +Before she would unbind me;—how soft the while she lay!<br /> +I breathe my plaint in friendship to thy secret ear."<br /> +Then spake the noble Siegfried; "It irks me, what I hear;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yet you shall soon be master; lay fear and sorrow by;<br /> +This night I'll so contrive it, that close to you she'll lie.<br /> +And never more your pleasure with froward freaks delay."<br /> +At this from all his troubles wax'd Gunther blithe and gay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Look at my wrists and fingers swoln with her cursed bands;<br /> +She squeez'd them so, I felt me a baby in her hands.<br /> +Under each nail forth started the blood beneath her grasp.<br /> +As for my life, I thought it e'en then at the last gasp."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied Sir Siegfried, "All will again come right;<br /> +We two were most unequal in fortune yesternight.<br /> +To me thy sister Kriemhild is dear as is my life.<br /> +Now must Dame Brunhild also be made a loving wife.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">105</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I will this night," he added, "into your chamber creep,<br /> +Envelop'd in my cloud-cloak, in silence still and deep,<br /> +That no man may have cunning to guess the trick I'll play;<br /> +So send, each to his lodging, your chamberlains away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The tapers I'll extinguish that your pages bear,<br /> +And this shall give you notice that I have enter'd there,<br /> +Ready and glad to serve you; I'll force her to obey<br /> +This night her lord and master, or down my life will lay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Spare but to act the husband, and do whate'er thy will<br /> +With my loving helpmate, I shall not take it ill,"<br /> +Replied the angry monarch; "e'en shouldst thou take her life,<br /> +I should not die of sorrow; sooth she's a fearful wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Trust me in this," said Siegfried, "my word I'll pledge to thee<br /> +That I'll ne'er seek to woo her; thy sister is to me<br /> +Beyond all other women that ever met my view."<br /> +The king with full affiance took Siegfried's words for true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V10_LXXXI" id="V10_LXXXI"></a><a href="#St_10_LXXXI">LXXXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The knights were busy tilting with good success or ill;<br /> +Straight 'twas bidd'n the tourney should all be hush'd and still,<br /> +For to the hall was coming either royal bride.<br /> +Then chamberlains advancing bade stand the crowd aside.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The court was clear'd of horses, the crowd no longer seen;<br /> +Then forth a reverend bishop led either lofty queen<br /> +To where the kings were seated, and tables richly stor'd.<br /> +Them many a man of worship follow'd to the board.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There by his stately consort sat Gunther well appaid,<br /> +Musing upon the promise to him by Siegfried made.<br /> +That single day to Gunther seem'd thirty days at least.<br /> +On the love of Brunhild he thought throughout the feast.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">106</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Scarcely could wait the monarch till from the board they rose;<br /> +Brunhild and lovely Kriemhild were summon'd to repose,<br /> +Each in her several chamber; ah! what a crowd was seen<br /> +Of young and active warriors before each stately queen!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V10_LXXXV" id="V10_LXXXV"></a><a href="#St_10_LXXXV">LXXXV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Siegfried was fondly seated by his gentle bride;<br /> +Her slender snowy fingers, as leant they side by side<br /> +With his were softly toying; in midst of her caress<br /> +Suddenly he vanish'd—how, she could not guess.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As with him she was playing, she miss'd him quite and clean.<br /> +"Ha!" to his wilder'd courtiers cried out the wilder'd queen,<br /> +"Where's the king? what portent is this? what semblance fine?<br /> +He was but now beside me—who snatch'd his hand from mine?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She stopp'd in speechless wonder; he quick had slipp'd away<br /> +To where with lights th' attendants stood ranged in meet array,<br /> +And straight 'gan dout the tapers held by the pages there;<br /> +Full well that it was Siegfried was Gunther then aware.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He knew what was to follow, so sent forth every one,<br /> +Maid and dame, from the chamber; then soon as this was done,<br /> +With his own hand impatient the king lock'd fast the door,<br /> +And two strong bolts of iron shot for assurance more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Behind the flowing hangings the lights he huddled all;<br /> +Forthwith began a pastime (as could not but befall)<br /> +Betwixt the sinewy Siegfried and the maiden fair.<br /> +At once with joy and sorrow stood Gunther trembling there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XC</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Adown Sir Siegfried laid him close by the damsel bright.<br /> +Said she, "Beware, Sir Gunther, remember yesternight;<br /> +Be pleas'd not to disturb me; wake not my wrath anew,<br /> +Or at my hands your folly you bitterly shall rue."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">107</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He breath'd no breath in answer, but still was as could be.<br /> +Well by the ear knew Gunther, although he could not see,<br /> +That nothing pass'd between them the jealous to displease.<br /> +Never in couch or chamber dwelt there so little ease.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Like Gunther he demean'd him, false mimic of the true;<br /> +Around th' unloving damsel his loveless arms he threw.<br /> +Him from the bed with fury against a bench she flung.<br /> +His head fell on a footstool so hard, that loud it rung.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With all his might upstarted again th' undaunted man;<br /> +He'd try his fortune better; a struggle stern began,<br /> +When he essay'd to quell her; long was his toil and sore;<br /> +Such strife, I ween, will never be waged by woman more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As still he would not quit her, up sprung the frenzied fair;<br /> +"Sir knight, it ill becomes you a lady's dress to tear.<br /> +These are Burgundian manners! but dear it shall be paid;<br /> +I'll bring you soon to smart for it," exclaim'd the stormy maid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Her arms around the warrior she scrupled not to fling,<br /> +And forthwith thought to bind him as though it were the king,<br /> +That of the bed sole mistress in quiet she might sleep.<br /> +For her injur'd night-dress took she vengeance deep.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What booted then his manhood well prov'd in many a fight,<br /> +When that heroic maiden put forth her mastering might?<br /> +Him by main force she lifted in spite of all he tried,<br /> +And 'gainst a press she jamm'd him that stood the bed beside.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah!" thought the panting champion, "should I now lose my life<br /> +By this outrageous damsel, hereafter every wife<br /> +Will claim at home the mastery, and, scorning meek accord<br /> +And womanly submission, will lord it o'er her lord."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">108</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king with fear and trembling heard all that there befell.<br /> +Shame gave fresh strength to Siegfried; furious he wax'd and fell.<br /> +He with redoubled puissance once more the maid oppos'd.<br /> +Fearful was the struggle as he with Brunhild clos'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Down still she strove to keep him, but wrath and natural might<br /> +Combin'd so wrought within him, that soon in her despite<br /> +His feet the knight recovered; sore was his toil, I trow;<br /> +In the darken'd chamber they hurtled to and fro.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">C</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ill too at ease was Gunther between the struggling pair.<br /> +Full oft to shift he needed as strove they here and there.<br /> +A wonder 'twas (so fiercely wrestled the mighty foes)<br /> +That either 'scap'd uninjured from that tempestuous close.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sore rued his fate the monarch beset with twofold care;<br /> +Still fear'd he most lest Siegfried should chance to perish there,<br /> +For now the puissant damsel had all but ta'en his life.<br /> +Had he but dar'd, he'd gladly have help'd him in the strife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Long time endur'd the contest, nor ever seem'd to slack,<br /> +Till 'gainst the bed with fury he dash'd the maiden back.<br /> +How fierce soe'er she struggled, faint and more faint she grew;<br /> +Then many a shrewd suspicion shot Gunther's bosom through.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Still ever as he listen'd, he thought 'twas wondrous long.<br /> +Just then the hands of Siegfried she squeez'd so fierce and strong,<br /> +That blood from the nails started; the warrior tingled sore;<br /> +But soon he brought the damsel to give her frenzy o'er,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">109</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And change her furious passions for love and duty meek.<br /> +Whatever pass'd heard Gunther, though daring not to speak<br /> +Against the bed he drove her, that loud she shriek'd for pain.<br /> +Cruel was her torture from Siegfried's mastering main.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then grasp'd she at her girdle, and strove to bind her foe,<br /> +When down the warrior hurl'd her with such a forceful throw,<br /> +That crack'd each bone and sinew; that clos'd at once the strife;<br /> +The fainting maid submitted to live King Gunther's wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Right noble ruler, vouchsafe my life to spare;<br /> +Whatever I've offended, my duty shall repair.<br /> +I'll meet thy noble passion; my love with thine shall vie.<br /> +That thou canst tame a woman, none better knows than I."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then up arose Sir Siegfried from where Dame Brunhild lay;<br /> +Upon the floor he left her, and noiseless went his way;<br /> +But first from her fine finger a golden ring he drew<br /> +So gently, that the maiden nothing felt or knew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He took, besides her girdle, with which her lord she tied;<br /> +I know not if he did so from triumph and from pride;<br /> +To his wife he gave it, a gift that mischief wrought.<br /> +Meanwhile the maid and monarch love both together brought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They met with mutual passion as man and wife became;<br /> +Her stormy rage was soften'd; she was no more the same;<br /> +Weak she grew and feeble as in his arms she lay;<br /> +All her former puissance flitted straight away.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">110</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V10_CX" id="V10_CX"></a><a href="#St_10_CX">CX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now was she no stronger than any dame beside.<br /> +Fearless, unfear'd, her husband caress'd his duteous bride.<br /> +Why act again the rebel? what boot could thus be won?<br /> +So much with alter'd Brunhild King Gunther's love had done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How lovingly and fondly he by his lady lay<br /> +Till the rosy morning led on the laughing day!<br /> +Sir Siegfried thence departed, and back in silence came,<br /> +Where tenderly receiv'd him a fair and gentle dame.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Her questions he evaded, though much to know she sought;<br /> +Long time too kept he from her the gifts that he had brought,<br /> +Till, crown'd, in his own country she reign'd, his royal bride;<br /> +Of all, he else could grant her, how little he denied!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Far merrier in the morning than he before had been<br /> +Appear'd the good King Gunther; the change with joy was seen<br /> +By every faithful vassal, and every foreign guest,<br /> +Whom he had home invited and feasted with the best.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The sumptuous festal lasted e'en to the fourteenth day,<br /> +The while was heard unceasing the sound of mirth and play,<br /> +That in the crowd of pleasures the wilder'd guests were lost.<br /> +Unmatch'd was Gunther's splendor and boundless was his cost.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +By the good king's order, to many a warrior bold<br /> +His kinsmen in his honor gave robes and ruddy gold,<br /> +And steeds and store of silver, and so their wants supplied,<br /> +That not a stranger was there but parted satisfied.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">111</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As well good King Siegfried, the knight of Netherland,<br /> +And his thousand champions their robes, with liberal hand,<br /> +And all they had brought thither alike were pleas'd to give,<br /> +Fair steeds and costly trappings; like nobles they knew how to live.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To those, whose thoughts were homeward, the hours seem'd all too long,<br /> +Ere the rich gifts were lavish'd among the gladsome throng.<br /> +Never before was party dismiss'd in merrier plight.<br /> +So the high feast concluded; thence off rode many a knight.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="ELEVENTH_ADVENTURE" id="ELEVENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>ELEVENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGFRIED BROUGHT HIS WIFE HOME</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The festal hall was silent, and parted every guest,<br /> +When thus the son of Siegmund his loving friends address'd.<br /> +"We too must make us ready, and forthwith home return."<br /> +Glad was his noble consort her lord's resolve to learn.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She thus bespake the warrior, "Since we are home to fare,<br /> +Of over-haste in parting, I beg thee, well beware.<br /> +First should of right my brethren with me the lands divide."<br /> +Sir Siegfried heard with sorrow these words from his fair bride.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then came to him the princes, and thus spake all the three,<br /> +"Know that for you, King Siegfried, shall ever ready be<br /> +Our true and loving service, that e'en of death is vow'd."<br /> +To them for their fair promise the stately warrior bow'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"With you too we are anxious," said Giselher the young,<br /> +"To part the lands and castles that to us all belong.<br /> +Of all the broad possessions, o'er which the rule we bear,<br /> +We'll yield to you and Kriemhild a good and ample share."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">112</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the son of Siegmund their loving offer heard,<br /> +To the noble princes this answer he preferr'd.<br /> +"God grant you long enjoyment of your possessions fair;<br /> +For me and my dear consort, our part we well can spare.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The right that you allow her my wife may well lay down;<br /> +Henceforth in my country she'll wear the queenly crown,<br /> +And, should I live, be richer than any living wight.<br /> +In all things else, your bidding I'll do with all my might."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"In th' heritage," said Kriemhild, "though you renounce our rights,<br /> +Not of so little value are our Burgundian knights;<br /> +Them might a king be happy to bring into his land,<br /> +And I my portion in them claim at each brother's hand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Take whom thou wilt, fair sister," Sir Gernot straight replied,<br /> +"No doubt you'll find abundance, who long with you to ride.<br /> +From thirty hundred vassals, each one a chosen man,<br /> +Take for thy train a thousand." Kriemhild to send began<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +First for Ortwine and Hagan, the noble knights and true,<br /> +If they and their bold kinsmen would Kriemhild serve and sue.<br /> +Thereat wax'd Hagan wrathful, and frowning thus 'gan say,<br /> +"Nor right nor power has Gunther to give us thus away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"For followers and companions seek elsewhere if you will.<br /> +As for our Trony customs, sure you must know them still.<br /> +At court we guard our princes, nor from this duty swerve.<br /> +Thus here we serv'd them ever, thus will we ever serve."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">113</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto was made no answer; all on their journey thought.<br /> +Her noble train together the lady Kriemhild brought,<br /> +Two and thirty maidens and five hundred men.<br /> +Eckewart the Margrave follow'd Kriemhild then.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Leave last by all was taken, both by squire and knight<br /> +And by dame and damsel, as fitting was and right.<br /> +With many a kiss they parted, and many a grasp of hand,<br /> +And so not ill contented they left King Gunther's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Far rode their loving kinsmen to bring them on their way;<br /> +Each night they found them quarters where'er it pleas'd them stay,<br /> +While they upon their journey through Gunther's country went<br /> +Then messengers were forthwith to old King Siegmund sent,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V11_XIV" id="V11_XIV"></a><a href="#St_11_XIV">XIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +To him and to Dame Sieglind the hasty news to bear,<br /> +That his son was coming, and with him Kriemhild fair,<br /> +The daughter of Dame Uta, from Worms beyond the Rhine.<br /> +Ne'er to such welcome tidings did they their ears incline.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! well is me," cried Siegmund, "that I this day have seen,<br /> +That here the lovely Kriemhild should move a crowned queen<br /> +My heritage high worship shall hence and honor gain;<br /> +Here too my son Siegfried himself a king shall reign."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V11_XVI" id="V11_XVI"></a><a href="#St_11_XVI">XVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then gave the Lady Sieglind good store of velvet red;<br /> +Full weight of gold and silver shower'd she for newsman's bread.<br /> +Much at the gladsome tidings rejoic'd the royal dame.<br /> +Her train themselves apparel'd as nobles well became.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">114</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas told her, who was coming with him into the land.<br /> +Then rais'd in haste were sittings, as Sieglind gave command,<br /> +Whither crown'd should march Sir Siegfried in front of all his train.<br /> +Then forth to meet the strangers rode Siegmund's knights amain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +If e'er was heartier welcome than was receiv'd that day<br /> +In good King Siegmund's country, is more than I can say.<br /> +To meet the lovely Kriemhild the royal Sieglind came<br /> +With many a lovely lady and many a knight of fame.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A whole day's journey's distance, till came the guests in view.<br /> +Then no small toil and trouble both friends and strangers knew<br /> +To reach a spacious fortress (Xanten the name it bore),<br /> +Where royal crowns thereafter the bride and bridegroom wore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sieglind and Siegmund wecom'd fair Kriemhild lovingly;<br /> +With laughing mouth full often they kiss'd her tenderly,<br /> +And did as much to Siegfried; far flown was all their care.<br /> +All the train of followers were warmly greeted there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight were brought the strangers to Siegmund's royal hall.<br /> +Down there the lovely maidens from horse were lifted all<br /> +By knights and squires officious, and many a high-born man<br /> +To wait on beauteous ladies with courtly zeal began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How great soe'er the splendor of Gunther's marriage day,<br /> +Yet here were fairer garments profusely given away<br /> +Than ever yet at festals had deck'd the warriors bold;<br /> +Of their surpassing richness marvels might be told.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">115</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As sat they in high honor with all delights in store,<br /> +What bright gold-color'd raiment their joyful followers wore,<br /> +Laces and stones full precious fair work'd in vesture sheen!<br /> +Well were the guests entreated by the rich and noble queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the good Sir Siegmund before his friends in hall,<br /> +"This my resolve declare I to Siegfried's kinsmen all,<br /> +That he before these warriors my royal crown shall wear."<br /> +The news gave full contentment to the Netherlanders there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His crown and power he gave him and seisin of his land;<br /> +Their master then became he; zealous was every hand<br /> +To execute his judgments; his mouth pronounc'd the law.<br /> +To th' husband of fair Kriemhild all look'd with fear and awe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So liv'd he in high honor, a rightful monarch crown'd,<br /> +And giving righteous judgment till the tenth year came round,<br /> +When the fair queen his consort bore him at last an heir.<br /> +Glad were thereat his kinsmen, glad too the royal pair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith the babe was christen'd, and given him was a name<br /> +After his uncle Gunther; it could not bring him shame.<br /> +If he his kin resembled, in worth he would excel;<br /> +His parents, as became them, train'd up the infant well.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +About the self-same season the Lady Sieglind died;<br /> +The child of noble Uta her vacant place supplied,<br /> +And to the power succeeded that Sieglind held before.<br /> +The people deeply sorrow'd that Sieglind was no more.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">116</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Next messengers came posting the joyful news to bring,<br /> +How by the Rhine to Gunther, the stout Burgundian king,<br /> +A son was borne by Brunhild the once relentless dame;<br /> +He for the love of Siegfried receiv'd the hero's name.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With every care they train'd him; Gunther his father dear<br /> +Bade tutors the young infant in every virtue rear,<br /> +That, nurtur'd so to manhood, all worship he might win.<br /> +Ah! by mishap thereafter how lost he all his kin!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V11_XXXI" id="V11_XXXI"></a><a href="#St_11_XXXI">XXXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thenceforward at all seasons full many a tale was told,<br /> +How nobly and how knightly the wariors fierce and bold<br /> +Liv'd in the land of Siegmund; fame voiced their praises loud.<br /> +Like them lived good King Gunther and his noble kinsmen proud.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their land the Nibelungers of Siegfried held in fee;<br /> +None e'er of all his kindred so wealthy was as he.<br /> +His were the knights of Schilbung and both the brethren's store.<br /> +Through this the bold Sir Siegfried himself the loftier bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The richest of all treasures, that e'er was gain'd by knight,<br /> +Save by its former masters, he held by conqueror's right.<br /> +The same before a mountain by dint of sword he won.<br /> +To win it, many a champion his hand to death had done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Huge was his wealth and worship; yet, had he naught possess'd<br /> +Whoever look'd upon him could not but have confess'd,<br /> +He was the prowest champion that e'er in saddle sat.<br /> +All trembled at his manhood; good cause had they for that.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">117</a></span><br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWELFTH_ADVENTURE" id="TWELFTH_ADVENTURE"></a>TWELFTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW GUNTHER INVITED SIEGFRIED TO THE FESTIVAL</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Still Gunther's consort ever thought with deep-musing care,<br /> +Why should the Lady Kriemhild herself so proudly bear?<br /> +And yet her husband Siegfried—what but our man is he?<br /> +And late but little service has yielded for his fee.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In her heart his thought she foster'd deep in its inmost core;<br /> +That still they kept such distance, a secret grudge she bore.<br /> +How came it that their vassal to court declin'd to go,<br /> +Nor for his land did homage, she inly yearn'd to know.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She made request of Gunther, and begg'd it so might be,<br /> +That she the absent Kriemhild yet once again might see,<br /> +And told him too, in secret, whereon her thoughts were bent.<br /> +With the words she utter'd her lord was scarce content.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How could we bring them hither," the king in turn began,<br /> +"Such a length of journey? 'twere past the power of man.<br /> +I could not ask it of them, they dwell from us so wide."<br /> +Thereto in haughty fashion the frowning queen replied,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How rich soe'er a vassal, how broad soe'er his lands,<br /> +Obedience is his duty, whate'er his lord commands."<br /> +Sure could but smile Sir Gunther when thus he heard her fret.<br /> +'Twas not for suit and service that he and Siegfried met.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Dear lord, for my sake thy efforts join with mine,<br /> +That Siegfried and thy sister once more may seek the Rhine,<br /> +That we again may see them, and all in love unite.<br /> +Nothing, I well assure thee, could give me more delight.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">118</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What soft emotion soothes me, whene'er I call to mind<br /> +Thy sister's noble graces, her accent soft and kind,<br /> +And how, when both were married, we both sat side by side!<br /> +No doubt may she with honor be Siegfried's loving bride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She press'd so long, that Gunther replied with alter'd cheer,<br /> +"Now know that guests so welcome never saw I here.<br /> +Much pressing little needed; so messengers of mine<br /> +I'll send to bid them hasten hither to the Rhine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto the queen made answer, "Tell me now, I pray,<br /> +When you will send to ask them, and about what day<br /> +We may expect the travellers to both of us so dear;<br /> +And who will bear your message, I willingly would hear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So will I do," replied he; "thirty of my men<br /> +Shall be commission'd thither." Forthwith he summon'd them<br /> +Those by whom his message to Siegfried's land he sent,<br /> +Brunhild sumptuous vesture gave them to their full content.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the king, "Ye warriors, from me this message bear<br /> +(That you keep back nothing I bid you well beware),<br /> +Which I to valiant Siegfried and to my sister send,<br /> +That in this world can no man to both be more a friend;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And beg them hasten hither us on the Rhine to see;<br /> +It shall be well requited both by my wife and me.<br /> +By the next midsummer he and his men shall find<br /> +From every one among us high honor, welcome kind.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Unto the good King Siegmund my service, too, commend;<br /> +Say, I and mine shall ever hold him as our friend.<br /> +Bid too my sister hasten to meet her kinsmen dear.<br /> +Ne'er graced she royal festal like that which waits her here."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">119</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Brunhild and Uta and every lady there<br /> +Into the land of Siegfried their greeting bade them bear<br /> +To many a noble warrior and many a lady gay.<br /> +So with the king's commission the couriers went their way.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To start they now were ready; to each of all the band<br /> +Was brought both steed and vesture; so rode they from the land.<br /> +With happy haste they journey'd, and ever prick'd they hard;<br /> +The king had sent an escort his messengers to guard.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In the weary journey three toilsome weeks they spent.<br /> +At last in Niblung's castle, whither they had been sent,<br /> +E'en in the march of Norway, they found king Siegmund's son.<br /> +Horses alike and riders were travel-tainted and fordone.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To Siegfried and to Kriemhild forthwith the tidings came,<br /> +That knights had journey'd thither, whose venture was the same<br /> +As what by men of worship was born in Burgundy.<br /> +From her day-bed Kriemhild up sprung hastily.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sudden to a window she bade a damsel go,<br /> +Who saw bold Gary standing in the court below,<br /> +Him, and his valiant comrades on the same errand bound.<br /> +For her long-brooded sorrow what rapture then she found!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Loud call'd she to her husband, "See you, where they stand<br /> +Down in the court there waiting, stout Gary and his band,<br /> +Whom my good brother Gunther has sent us down the Rhine?"<br /> +"Welcome are they," said Siegfried, "welcome to me and mine."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">120</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Where they saw them standing, all the household ran;<br /> +They kindly then saluted, as man encounter'd man,<br /> +And, as they best could please them, spoke many a friendly word,<br /> +With no small joy King Siegmund of their arrival heard.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight were allotted quarters to Gary and his men,<br /> +And charge ta'en of their courses; the messengers went then<br /> +To where sat bold Sir Siegfried by gentle Kriemhild's side;<br /> +They were to court invited, and so they thither hied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Uprose, as in they enter'd, the host and his fair dame.<br /> +Full well receiv'd was Gary, and all who with him came<br /> +His followers, Gunther's liegemen from distant Burgundy.<br /> +To a seat the warrior was motion'd courteously.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, deign," said he, "our message to hear before we sit,<br /> +And us, way-wearied wanderers, the while to stand permit.<br /> +We have to tell you tidings to us committed late<br /> +By Gunther and by Brunhild, who are both in best estate;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And from the Lady Uta we come, your mother dear,<br /> +And from the good Sir Gernot and youthful Giselher,<br /> +And from your choicest kinsmen, who all with kind intent<br /> +By us to you their service from Burgundy have sent."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God then quit!" said Siegfried, "that they're sincere and true,<br /> +I trust with full assurance, as men with friends should do.<br /> +The same too feels their sister. Now further to us tell,<br /> +Whether our friends in Rhineland are hearty all and well.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">121</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since we from them departed, has any neighboring foe<br /> +Harried my consort's kindred? this let me surely know.<br /> +To them by me shall ever such friendly aid be lent,<br /> +That their wrong the doers shall bitterly repent."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto the Margrave Gary, the good knight, made reply,<br /> +"Fraught with all manly virtues they bear them proud and high.<br /> +They bid you to a festal, which they at home prepare.<br /> +You need not doubt, your kinsmen would gladly see you there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"They also beg my lady thither with you to wend,<br /> +Soon as the blustering winter shall come at length to end,<br /> +You both ere next midsummer they all expect to see."<br /> +Then said the valiant Siegfried, "That can hardly be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But straight the bold Burgundian Gary gave this reply,<br /> +"Surely your mother Uta you never can deny,<br /> +Nor Giselher, nor Gernot, who all would meet you fain.<br /> +That you dwell so far distant, I hear them daily plain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Brunhild, my noble lady, and all her maidens fair,<br /> +Are glad to think that forthwith you thither will repair.<br /> +That they once more may see you, fills every heart with glee."<br /> +His words to lovely Kriemhild seem'd full good to be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Gary was her kinsman; him begg'd the host to sit,<br /> +And straight bade fill the goblets to pledge them, as was fit;<br /> +Then too, to meet the envoys, King Siegmund join'd the rest,<br /> +And to the bold Burgundians these friendly words address'd:<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Welcome, ye men of Gunther! since Siegfried, my good son,<br /> +Your noble lady Kriemhild for his wife has won,<br /> +You at our court more frequent we should have gladly seen.<br /> +Your presence of our friendship the surest bond had been."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">122</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They said, whene'er he wish'd it, they willingly would come.<br /> +Their toil and teen through gladness forgot they all and some.<br /> +Siegfried bade all be seated, and viands of the best,<br /> +And in full abundance, be brought to every guest.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Nine days in mirth and feasting the envoys needs must stay.<br /> +At length the active warriors could brook no more delay.<br /> +Again would they ride homeward; on that their minds were bent<br /> +In th' interval King Siegfried for his friends had sent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He ask'd them what they counsel'd; he needs must to the Rhine;<br /> +"I bidden am by Gunther that dear friend of mine.<br /> +At a high feast my presence he and his kinsmen pray.<br /> +Fain would I ride thither, were't not so far away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"They beg moreover, Kriemhild the journey too may share.<br /> +Now, my good friends, advise me; what's best to do, declare.<br /> +Should they for them request me to harry thirty lands,<br /> +Well they such warlike service might claim at Siegfried's hands."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto his knights thus answer'd, "As you desire to speed,<br /> +If you this feast will visit, hearken to our rede.<br /> +Take of your best warriors a thousand by your side.<br /> +So 'midst the bold Burgundians in honor you'll abide."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the lord of Netherland, Siegmund the frank and free,<br /> +"If you're for this high festal, why say not so to me?<br /> +I, if it not displease you, will with you to the Rhine,<br /> +And bring, to swell your squadron, a hundred knights of mine."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">123</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Will you too journey with us, my father ever dear?"<br /> +Exclaim'd the bold Sir Siegfried; "it glads me this to hear.<br /> +Within twelve days at furthest we'll wend upon our way."<br /> +To all, who ask'd, then gave he good steeds and garments gay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now to take the journey fix'd was the king's design,<br /> +He bade the knights of Gunther ride back unto the Rhine,<br /> +And sent by them a message to Kriemhild's kinsmen there,<br /> +That to the feast, they purpos'd, full fain would he repair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Siegfried and Kriemhild (so says the tale) bestow'd<br /> +More gifts upon the envoys, than o'er such length of road<br /> +Their horses home could carry; a wealthy man was he.<br /> +They drove their strong-back'd sumpters merrily o'er the lea.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Siegfried and eke Siegmund their people cloth'd anew;<br /> +Eckewart the Margrave all Siegfried's country through<br /> +Bade seek out women's raiment, whate'er was stored in chest<br /> +Or could be bought for money, the choicest and the best.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Rich saddles were made ready, and shields of glittering pride.<br /> +To the knights and ladies, that should with Siegfried ride,<br /> +Whate'er they wish'd was granted; none wanted there for ought.<br /> +To his friends in Rhineland many a lordly guest he brought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile homeward speeding prick'd the envoys fast.<br /> +Back came the noble Gary to Burgundy at last.<br /> +He met with hearty welcome; straight they dismounted all<br /> +From war-horse and from palfrey before King Gunther's hall.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">124</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Old and young (as the use is) ran up from every side,<br /> +And ask'd what news they brought them? the noble knights replied,<br /> +"When I the king have told it, 'twill spread to all around."<br /> +Then went he with his comrades to where the king he found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From sheer pleasure Gunther started from his seat<br /> +At the happy tidings; that they had come so fleet,<br /> +Much thanks had they from Brunhild. Gunther straight begun,<br /> +"How fares it with Siegfried, who so much for me has done?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To hear of you," said Gary, "he redden'd with delight,<br /> +Both he, and eke your sister; never living wight<br /> +Sent his friends a message so tender and so true,<br /> +As by me Sir Siegfried and his father have to you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V12_XLVIII" id="V12_XLVIII"></a><a href="#St_12_XLVIII">XLVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the valiant margrave the noble queen 'gan say,<br /> +"Tell me, is Kriemhild coming? does still her form display<br /> +The beauty and soft graces, she well to foster knew?"<br /> +The good knight, Gary, answer'd, "She's surely coming too."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then before Dame Uta the messengers were brought;<br /> +Well without her asking could Gary guess her thought,<br /> +So, ere she put the question, "How did Kriemhild fare?"<br /> +He said, how he had found her, and that she'd soon be there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of all the gorgeous presents nothing was left untold,<br /> +Given them by good Sir Siegfried; the raiment and the gold,<br /> +That the three brethren's lieges might view them forth were laid.<br /> +With thanks the gracious giver was by them all repaid.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">125</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ay! of his own," said Hagan, "full lightly he may give;<br /> +'Tis past his power to spend it, should he forever live.<br /> +The Nibelungers' treasure holds he by strength of hand.<br /> +Ah! would it were brought hither to our Burgundian land!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The court, both knights and ladies, were all with joy elate<br /> +To hear that they were coming. Early forthwith and late<br /> +The friends of the three brethren were busied every man;<br /> +Seats with sumptuous trappings to raise they straight began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hunolt and eke Sindolt, the hardy knights and true,<br /> +Had not a moment's leisure; full work had they to do<br /> +The while, as sewer and butler, and many a bench to raise.<br /> +Ortwine for th' aid he gave them had Gunther's thanks and praise.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V12_LIV" id="V12_LIV"></a><a href="#St_12_LIV">LIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sore toil'd the chief cook, Rumolt; ah! how his orders ran<br /> +Among his understrappers! how many a pot and pan,<br /> +How many a mighty cauldron rattled and rang again!<br /> +They dress'd a world of dishes for all th' expected train.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Nor less was then the labor to the fair ladies known,<br /> +As they prepar'd their garments; many a precious stone<br /> +They set in gold far-beaming, and glitter'd both so bright,<br /> +And with such grace they wore them, as ravish'd every sight.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">126</a></span><br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTEENTH_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTEENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTEENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THEY WENT TO THE FESTIVAL</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now we awhile must leave them on household toils intent,<br /> +And tell how Lady Kriemhild and her maidens went<br /> +From the Nibelungers' country to the Rhine's fair shore.<br /> +Such plenty of rich vesture never sumpters bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V13_II" id="V13_II"></a><a href="#St_13_II">II</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dispatch'd were travelling cases well fraught with precious load;<br /> +Then with his queen and comrades Sir Siegfried forward rode.<br /> +Her heart with pleasure's promise was ready to o'erflow;<br /> +All was chang'd thereafter to wail and mortal woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At home, since so it needed, they left their infant heir,<br /> +The son that valiant Siegfried begot on Kriemhild fair.<br /> +To the poor boy misfortune that fatal journey bore;<br /> +His father and his mother saw he never more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And with them good Sir Siegmund prick'd forth in merry mood.<br /> +Had he but once foreboded the woes that thence ensued,<br /> +At that disastrous festal he ne'er had sat a guest,<br /> +Ne'er had he seen the ruin of those he loved the best.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dispatch'd before were couriers to say they were at hand<br /> +Straight rode out to meet them a royal vested band,<br /> +Many a friend of Uta's, of Gunther's many a knight.<br /> +The host himself was stirring to welcome them aright.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith he sought out Brunhild, where sat the stately dame.<br /> +"How did my sister greet you when first you hither came?<br /> +So greet the wife of Siegfried, take care to fail in nought."<br /> +"So will I," said she, "gladly; I love her as I ought."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">127</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To-morrow they'll be with us," said he, "by early day,<br /> +So, if you mean to greet them, be stirring while you may.<br /> +We must not, sure, be lurking within the castle here.<br /> +Never had I the fortune to welcome guests so dear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She bade her dames and damsels look out their choicest vests,<br /> +The same they wore at festals before high-honor'd guests,<br /> +Such were to be expected with to-morrow's sun,<br /> +I need not say her bidding right willingly was done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then too, to do their service the men of Gunther sped.<br /> +With him all his warriors the host in squadron led.<br /> +Next the queen came pacing full royally array'd.<br /> +To guests belov'd so dearly was goodliest welcome made.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With what joy and gladness welcom'd were they there!<br /> +It seem'd, when came Dame Brunhild to Burgundy whilere,<br /> +Her welcome by Dame Kriemhild less tender was and true;<br /> +The heart of each beholder beat higher at the view.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now too was come Sir Siegfried with all his men around.<br /> +You might see the warriors careering o'er the ground,<br /> +Now hither and now thither, with fire-sparkling hoof.<br /> +From the dust and tumult none could keep aloof.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When Siegfried and eke Siegmund met King Gunther's eyes,<br /> +The host both son and father bespoke in loving wise.<br /> +"To me you are right welcome, to all my friends as dear.<br /> +It is our pride and pleasure as guests to have you here."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God you quit!" said Siegmund, the grave and reverend man;<br /> +"Ever since my Siegfried you for his comrade wan,<br /> +My wish had it been always to see you and to know."<br /> +"Right glad I am," said Gunther, "it now has happen'd so."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">128</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Receiv'd was bold Sir Siegfried, as fitted well his state,<br /> +With the highest honors; no man bore him hate.<br /> +Young Giselher and Gernot proffer'd all courtly care;<br /> +Never met friend or kinsman reception half so fair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now either king's fair consort nigh to the other came;<br /> +Emptied were store of saddles; many a smiling dame<br /> +To the grass by stalwart champions down was lifted light.<br /> +In the ladies' service how busy was many a knight!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now the lovely ladies each to the other went.<br /> +Thereat was many a chieftain full well at heart content,<br /> +When both a welcome offer'd so friendly and so fair.<br /> +Meanwhile the warriors ceas'd not to tend the ladies there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Chieftain now to chieftain held out the cordial hand;<br /> +Low bows were made in plenty by either courtly band.<br /> +Amongst the high-born ladies pass'd many a loving kiss.<br /> +Both Gunther's men and Siegfried's were fain to look on this.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They linger'd there no longer, but toward the city rode.<br /> +To his guests King Gunther by every action show'd<br /> +How welcome was their presence to all in Burgundy.<br /> +Young knights before young maidens ran tilting joyously.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The power of mighty Hagan and eke of bold Ortwine<br /> +Well there might each beholder from what he saw divine.<br /> +Whate'er they pleas'd to order, from all obedience won;<br /> +To the lov'd guests by either was courtly service done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The shields they clang'd and clatter'd before the castle gate<br /> +With fencing and with foining; long time had there to wait<br /> +His guests and good King Gunther ere they could enter in.<br /> +They pass'd the time right joyous amidst the press and din.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">129</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So to the spacious palace on rode they merrily.<br /> +You might see rich foot-cloths, well cut and artfully,<br /> +Down hang from o'er the saddle of many a high-born dame.<br /> +Forward to receive them King Gunther's servants came.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V13_XXII" id="V13_XXII"></a><a href="#St_13_XXII">XXII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to their several chambers the guests were led aside.<br /> +From time to time Queen Brunhild with searching glances eyed<br /> +The love-enkindling Kriemhild; lovely she was indeed;<br /> +Her hue the gold outsparkled that glitter'd in her weed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V13_XXIII" id="V13_XXIII"></a><a href="#St_13_XXIII">XXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +At Worms through all the city rang the mirthsome shout<br /> +Of the rejoicing followers; Gunther the noisy rout<br /> +Commended to his marshal, and bade him treat them fair;<br /> +Dankwart sought out good quarters and fitly lodg'd them there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Without, within, was feasting; unbounded was the store.<br /> +Sure stranger guests were never treated so well before.<br /> +It only needed asking, and all was straight supplied;<br /> +So rich a king was Gunther that nothing was denied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With friendly zeal they serv'd them, with hearts devoid of hate;<br /> +Amidst his guests at table the host exulting sate.<br /> +To sit was bidden Siegfried where he of yore had done.<br /> +With him strode to the banquet proud warriors many a one.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Twelve hundred stalwart champions in circle there were seen<br /> +With him at table sitting; Brunhild, the watchful queen,<br /> +Thought to herself, no vassal could ever wealthier be.<br /> +Still him she so far favor'd, that from harm she left him free.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V13_XXVII" id="V13_XXVII"></a><a href="#St_13_XXVII">XXVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +All that feastful evening, as sat the king to dine,<br /> +Store of the richest vesture was wetted by the wine,<br /> +That in hasty hurry the butlers ever pour'd.<br /> +Sore toil'd they in their service at that o'ercrowded board.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">130</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then, as is still the custom at each well-order'd feast,<br /> +To rest the dames and damsels were in good time releas'd.<br /> +All guests with gifts and honors, from whenceso'er they came,<br /> +The noble host entreated as well beseem'd his fame.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now the night was over, and reappear'd the dawn,<br /> +By the fair hands of ladies was many a jewel drawn,<br /> +Sparkling in goodly raiment, from many a travelling chest,<br /> +And out was sought and hurried many a lordly vest.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere 'twas full day, came flocking the palace hall around<br /> +Knights and squires in plenty; then arose the sound<br /> +Of matins sung to Gunther, and, when this was done,<br /> +So well rode youthful warriors, that the king's thanks they won.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Shrill fifes and loud-voic'd clarions and blaring trumpet-clang<br /> +Mix'd with the shouts of thousands, that all the city rang,<br /> +And through the startled welkin th' alarum spread around.<br /> +Proud knights on strong-hoof'd chargers rode thund'ring o'er the ground.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V13_XXXII" id="V13_XXXII"></a><a href="#St_13_XXXII">XXXII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once without the city a tourney they began.<br /> +There his career exulting many a young warrior ran,<br /> +Whom his fresh boiling courage impell'd to honor's field.<br /> +Many a knight of prowess was there seen under shield.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a stately matron and many a smiling maid<br /> +Sat at the castle windows in costly robes array'd,<br /> +And look'd on while the warriors display'd their skill and force;<br /> +The good host with his comrades himself would run a course.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The time seem'd not to linger, so merrily it pass'd.<br /> +Pealing from the minster they heard the bells at last.<br /> +Then up were led the palfreys; forth rode each lady bright;<br /> +The noble queens were follow'd by many a valiant knight.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">131</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Down before the minster they lighted on the green.<br /> +Still to her guests was gracious King Gunther's haughty queen.<br /> +Both crown'd, into the minster they stepp'd with royal state.<br /> +Too soon their love was sunder'd and all through jealous hate!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the mass was over, with regal pomp and pride<br /> +Thence came they to the palace, and straight exulting hied<br /> +To the joyous banquet, and neither stop nor stay<br /> +Was put to the high festal until th' eleventh day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thought Queen Brunhild, "Silent no longer I'll remain.<br /> +Howe'er to pass I bring it, Kriemhild shall explain,<br /> +Wherefore so long her husband, who holds of us in fee,<br /> +Has left undone his service; this sure shall answer'd be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So still she brooded mischief, and conn'd her devil's lore,<br /> +Till she broke off in sorrow the feast so blithe before.<br /> +Ever at her heart lay closely what came perforce to light.<br /> +Many a land she startled with horror and affright.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="FOURTEENTH_ADVENTURE" id="FOURTEENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>FOURTEENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THE TWO QUEENS REVILED ONE ANOTHER</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +One day at th' hour of vespers a loud alarum rose<br /> +From certain lusty champions that for their pastime chose<br /> +To prove themselves at tilting in the castle court;<br /> +Then many a knight and lady ran thither to see the sport.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There were the proud queens sitting together, as befell,<br /> +Each on a good knight thinking that either lov'd full well.<br /> +Then thus began fair Kriemhild, "My husband's of such might,<br /> +That surely o'er these kingdoms he ought to rule by right."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">132</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd Lady Brunhild, "Nay, how can that be shown?<br /> +Were there none other living but thou and he alone,<br /> +Then might, no doubt, the kingdoms be rul'd by him and thee,<br /> +But, long as Gunther's living, that sure can never be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V14_IV" id="V14_IV"></a><a href="#St_14_IV">IV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto rejoin'd fair Kriemhild, "See'st thou how proud he stands,<br /> +How proud he stalks, conspicuous among those warrior bands,<br /> +As doth the moon far-beaming the glimmering stars outshine?<br /> +Sure have I cause to pride me when such a knight is mine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied Queen Brunhild, "How brave soe'er he be,<br /> +How stout soe'er or stately, one greater is than he.<br /> +Gunther, thy noble brother, a higher place may claim,<br /> +Of knights and kings the foremost in merit and in fame."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto rejoin'd fair Kriemhild, "So worthy is my mate,<br /> +All praise that I can give him can ne'er be term'd too great.<br /> +In all he does how matchless? in honor too how clear!<br /> +Believ'st thou this, Queen Brunhild? at least he's Gunther's peer."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thou should'st not so perversely, Kriemhild, my meaning take.<br /> +What I said, assure thee, with ample cause I spake.<br /> +I heard them both allow it, then when both first I saw,<br /> +And the stout king in battle compell'd me to his law.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"E'en then, when my affection he so knightly won,<br /> +'Twas fairly own'd by Siegfried that he was Gunther's man.<br /> +Myself I heard him own it, and such I hold him still."<br /> +"Forsooth," replied fair Kriemhild, "they must have used me ill.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">133</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How could my noble brethren their power have so applied,<br /> +As to make me, their sister, a lowly vassal's bride?<br /> +For manners' sake then, Brunhild, this idle talk give o'er,<br /> +And, by our common friendship, let me hear no more."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Give o'er will I never," the queen replied again;<br /> +"Shall I renounce the service of all the knightly train<br /> +That hold of him, our vassal, and are our vassals too?"<br /> +Into sudden anger at this fair Kriemhild flew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ay! but thou must renounce it, for never will he grace<br /> +Thee with his vassal service: he fills a higher place<br /> +Than e'en my brother Gunther, noble though be his strain.<br /> +Henceforth thou should'st be wiser, nor hold such talk again.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I wonder, too, since Siegfried thy vassal is by right,<br /> +Since both of us thou rulest with so much power and might,<br /> +Why to thee his service so long he has denied.<br /> +Nay! I can brook no longer thy insolence and pride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thyself too high thou bearest," Brunhild answer made;<br /> +"Fain would I see this instant whether to thee be paid<br /> +Public respect and honor such as waits on me."<br /> +Then both the dames with anger lowering you might see.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So shall it be," said Kriemhild, "to meet thee I'm prepar'd<br /> +Since thou my noble husband a vassal hast declar'd,<br /> +By the men of both our consorts to-day it shall be seen,<br /> +That I the church dare enter before King Gunther's queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To-day by proof thou'lt witness, what lofty birth is mine,<br /> +And that my noble husband worthier is than thine;<br /> +Nor for this with presumption shall I be tax'd I trow;<br /> +To-day thou'lt see moreover thy lowly vassal go<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">134</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To court before the warriors here in Burgundy.<br /> +Assure thee, thou'lt behold me honor'd more royally<br /> +Than the proudest princess that ever here wore crown."<br /> +The dames their spite attested with many a scowl and frown.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since thou wilt be no vassal," Brunhild rejoin'd again,<br /> +"Then thou with thy women must apart remain<br /> +From my dames and damsels, as to the church we go."<br /> +Thereto Kriemhild answer'd, "Trust me it shall be so.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Array ye now, my maidens," said Siegfried's haughty dame,<br /> +"You must not let your mistress here be put to shame.<br /> +That you have gorgeous raiment make plain to every eye.<br /> +What she has just asserted, she soon shall fain deny."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They needed not much bidding; all sought out their best;<br /> +Matrons alike and maidens each donn'd a glittering vest.<br /> +Queen Brunhild with her meiny was now upon her way.<br /> +By this was deck'd fair Kriemhild in royal rich array,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With three and forty maidens, whom she to Rhine had brought;<br /> +Bright stuffs were their apparel in far Arabia wrought.<br /> +So towards the minster march'd the maidens fair;<br /> +All the men of Siegfried were waiting for them there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Strange thought it each beholder, what there by all was seen,<br /> +How with their trains far-sunder'd pass'd either noble queen,<br /> +Not walking both together as was their wont before,<br /> +Full many a prowest warrior thereafter rued it sore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now before the minster the wife of Gunther stood;<br /> +Meanwhile by way of pastime many a warrior good<br /> +Held light and pleasant converse with many a smiling dame;<br /> +When up the lovely Kriemhild with her radiant meiny came.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">135</a></span><br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V14_XXIII" id="V14_XXIII"></a><a href="#St_14_XXIII">XXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +All that the noblest maiden had ever donn'd before<br /> +Was as wind to the splendor her dazzling ladies wore.<br /> +So rich her own apparel in gold and precious things,<br /> +She alone might out-glitter the wives of thirty kings.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Howe'er he might be willing, yet none could dare deny<br /> +That such resplendent vesture never met mortal eye<br /> +As on that fair retinue then sparkled to the sun.<br /> +Except to anger Brunhild, Kriemhild had not so done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Both met before the minster in all the people's sight;<br /> +There at once the hostess let out her deadly spite.<br /> +Bitterly and proudly she bade fair Kriemhild stand;<br /> +"No vassalless precedeth the lady of the land."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Out then spake fair Kriemhild (full of wrath was she),<br /> +"Could'st thou still be silent, better 'twere for thee.<br /> +Thou'st made thy beauteous body a dishonor'd thing.<br /> +How can a vassal's leman be consort of a king?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Whom here call'st thou leman?" said the queen again;<br /> +"So call I thee," said Kriemhild; "thy maidenly disdain<br /> +Yielded first to Siegfried, my husband, Siegmund's son;<br /> +Ay! 'was not my brother that first thy favors won.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why, where were then thy senses? sure 'twas a crafty train,<br /> +To take a lowly lover, to ease a vassal's pain!<br /> +Complaints from thee," said Kriemhild, "methinks are much amiss."<br /> +"Verily," said Brunhild, "Gunther shall hear of this."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And why should that disturb me? thy pride hath thee betray'd.<br /> +Why didst thou me, thy equal, with vassalship upbraid?<br /> +Know this for sure and certain (to speak it gives me pain)<br /> +Never can I meet thee in cordial love again."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">136</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V14_XXX" id="V14_XXX"></a><a href="#St_14_XXX">XXX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then bitterly wept Brunhild; Kriemhild no longer stay'd;<br /> +Straight with all her followers before the queen she made<br /> +Her way into the minster; then deadly hate 'gan rise;<br /> +And starting tears o'erclouded the shine of brightest eyes.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For all the solemn service, for all the chanted song,<br /> +Still it seemed to Brunhild they linger'd all too long.<br /> +Both on her mind and body a load like lead there lay.<br /> +Many a high-born hero for her sorrow was to pay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Brunhild stopp'd with her ladies without the minster door.<br /> +Thought she, "This wordy woman shall tell me something more<br /> +Of her charge against me spread so loud and rife.<br /> +If he has but so boasted, let him look to his life!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now came the noble Kriemhild begirt with many a knight;<br /> +Then spake the noble Brunhild, "Stop and do me right.<br /> +You've voic'd me for a wanton; prove it ere you go.<br /> +You and your foul speeches have wrought me pain and woe."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the Lady Kriemhild, "'Twere wiser to forbear;<br /> +E'en with the gold I'll prove it that on my hand I wear;<br /> +'Twas this that Siegfried brought me from where by you he lay."<br /> +Never liv'd Queen Brunhild so sorrowful a day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "That ring was stolen from me who held it dear,<br /> +And mischievously hidden has since been many a year.<br /> +But now I've met with something by which the thief to guess."<br /> +Both the dames were frenzied with passion masterless.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">137</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thief?" made answer Kriemhild, "I will not brook the name.<br /> +Thou would'st have kept silence, hadst thou a sense of shame.<br /> +By the girdle here about me prove full well I can<br /> +That I am ne'er a liar; Siegfried was indeed thy man."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas of silk of Nineveh the girdle that she brought,<br /> +With precious stones well garnish'd; a better ne'er was wrought;<br /> +When Brunhild but beheld it, her tears she could not hold.<br /> +The tale must needs to Gunther and all his men be told.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then outspake Queen Brunhild; "Go some one straight and call<br /> +Hither the Prince of Rhineland; sure will I tell him all,<br /> +What infamy his sister has forc'd me to endure,<br /> +And how his wife she voices for Siegfried's paramour."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king with his chieftains up came hastily;<br /> +There saw he his beloved weeping bitterly.<br /> +"Dearest heart!" soft said he, "who has serv'd you so?"<br /> +With many a sob she answer'd, "Deep cause have I for woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V14_XL" id="V14_XL"></a><a href="#St_14_XL">XL</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Of my good name and honor than life more dear would fain<br /> +Thy cruel sister rob me; to thee I needs must plain.<br /> +She says her husband Siegfried my virgin favors won."<br /> +Thereto replied King Gunther, "Then she foul wrong has done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V14_XLI" id="V14_XLI"></a><a href="#St_14_XLI">XLI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Besides, my long-lost girdle she weareth as in scorn,<br /> +My gold adorns her finger;—would I had ne'er been born!<br /> +Is not all this an outrage to sting and wound me sore?<br /> +King! if thou dost not clear me, I'll never love thee more."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">138</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto return'd King Gunther, "I will do no less;<br /> +If Siegfried so has boasted, he shall the same confess,<br /> +Or frankly disavow it." Then turn'd he to his band,<br /> +And bade them summon forthwith the Chief of Netherland.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +No sooner had Sir Siegfried seen them so ill appaid<br /> +(He knew not what had happen'd), suddenly he said,<br /> +"Why are these women weeping? the cause, I pray you, show,<br /> +And why I'm hither summon'd, I should be glad to know."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied King Gunther, "With anguish I'm oppress'd.<br /> +My wife has told me something that's poison in my breast.<br /> +She says, thou hast been boasting her virgin love to have won;<br /> +So thy wife Kriemhild told her. Hast thou, Sir Knight, so done?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Not I," made answer Siegfried, "and if she so did say,<br /> +Ere I rest, she surely shall for her folly pay,<br /> +And before all thy liegemen my solemn oath I'll take,<br /> +That not to her nor others such words I ever spake."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the King of Rhineland, "Make this at once appear;<br /> +The oath, which thou hast proffer'd, take before us here,<br /> +And of all idle charges at once I'll set thee free."<br /> +In circle the Burgundians all standing you might see.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight the noble Siegfried swore with uplifted hand,<br /> +"'Tis enough," said Gunther, "so well I understand<br /> +Thy innocence, that freely all doubts I here remit,<br /> +My sister did accuse thee, and I with joy acquit."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd noble Siegfried, "If it avail her aught<br /> +To have griev'd thy gentle consort, and set her thus at naught,<br /> +Such gain of her's assure thee, I deeply shall lament."<br /> +Then the bold knights fix'd glances each on the other bent.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">139</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Women must be instructed," said Siegfried the good knight,<br /> +"To leave off idle talking, and rule their tongues aright.<br /> +Keep thy fair wife in order, I'll do by mine the same.<br /> +Such overweening folly puts me indeed to shame."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V14_L" id="V14_L"></a><a href="#St_14_L">L</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hasty words have often sunder'd fair dames before.<br /> +Then went on sad Brunhild to weep and wail so sore,<br /> +That Gunther's warriors could not but pity such deep grief.<br /> +Then to his sovran lady came Hagan, Trony's chief.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He ask'd her, what had happen'd—wherefore he saw her weep<br /> +She told him all the story; he vow'd to her full deep,<br /> +That reap should Kriemhild's husband as he had dar'd to sow,<br /> +Or that himself thereafter content should never know.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ortwine of Metz and Gernot both came to the debate,<br /> +Where the collected chieftains advis'd on Siegfried's fate.<br /> +Fair Uta's son, young Giselher, alike the council sought;<br /> +He, when he heard the question, thus spoke his honest thought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ye good knights and noble, why would you do this?<br /> +Never sure has Siegfried done so much amiss,<br /> +Or merited such hatred, that he should lose his life.<br /> +Sure 'tis but a trifle to stir an angry wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Shall we bring up bastards?" said Hagan furiously;<br /> +"That were little honor for knights of our degree.<br /> +He hath slander'd my dear lady in his boastful fit.<br /> +Die will I in this quarrel, or his life shall answer it."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake himself King Gunther, "Naught has he done but give<br /> +To us all love and honor; we needs must let him live.<br /> +How can it be fitting that I should do him ill?<br /> +True was he to us ever alike in deed and will."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">140</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The Knight of Metz in answer, Ortwine, then sternly said,<br /> +"That strength of his, so matchless, shall stand him in no stead.<br /> +Let but my lord permit me, myself will do the deed."<br /> +Against him then the chieftains unrighteous doom decreed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +None urged the matter further, except that Hagan still,<br /> +Kept ever prompting Gunther the guiltless blood to spill;<br /> +Saying, that, if Siegfried perish'd, his death to him would bring<br /> +The sway o'er many a kingdom. Sore mourn'd the wavering king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Still shrunk they from performance; fair sports meanwhile were plied.<br /> +Ah! what spears were shiver'd between the palace wide<br /> +And the lofty minster Siegfried's fair dame before!<br /> +This with angry murmurs the men of Gunther bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the king, "Ye warriors, refrain your murderous hate;<br /> +Born was he for the safety and honor of our state.<br /> +Besides, so stout of body is he, and so strong of hand;<br /> +That, should he come to know it, none durst his fury stand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, my good lord," said Hagan, "take comfort and good cheer.<br /> +The weeping of fair Brunhild, be sure, shall cost him dear.<br /> +Trust to my secret practice to guide this matter right.<br /> +Ever shall he find in Hagan a fatal opposite."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied King Gunther, "But how can this befall?"<br /> +To him straight answer'd Hagan, "List, and I'll tell you all.<br /> +Let messengers ride hither, whom here no person knows,<br /> +And bid you open battle as if from foreign foes.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">141</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Before your guests make public, that you and all your men<br /> +Must forthwith hence to battle; he will not dally then,<br /> +But proffer you his service, and thus will lose his life;<br /> +I'll worm us out his secret from his loquacious wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king took to his ruin, th' advice his liegeman gave.<br /> +The chiefs their horrid treason 'gainst th' innocent and brave<br /> +Carried with such close practice, that none the train could spy.<br /> +Thus brought two women's quarrel many a good knight to die.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="FIFTEENTH_ADVENTURE" id="FIFTEENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>FIFTEENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGFRIED WAS BETRAYED</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From thence 'twas the fourth morning, when two and thirty men<br /> +To the court came riding; 'twas told King Gunther then,<br /> +That him and his Burgundians their task was to defy.<br /> +Woe were the fearful women from this foul-framed lie.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once they got permission before the king to go,<br /> +And told him that from Ludeger they came, his former foe,<br /> +Of old o'ercome in battle by Siegfried's conquering hand,<br /> +And brought by him a captive into Gunther's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The messengers he greeted and each bade choose a seat.<br /> +Then one among them answer'd "To stand, my lord, is meet,<br /> +Till we have told our message, and all our duty done.<br /> +Know, that you have for foemen many a mother's son.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ludegast and Ludeger you to the death defy,<br /> +The kings whom you entreated so hard in years gone by.<br /> +In arms into your country they are resolv'd to ride."<br /> +Full of wrath seem'd Gunther to hear himself defied.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">142</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then were the false pretenders led to guest-chambers fair.<br /> +Ah! how could noble Siegfried, or any else beware<br /> +The trains of that vile treason, which, for the guiltless spread,<br /> +Soon brought down death and ruin on each contriver's head?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king about went whisp'ring with the friends he loved the best.<br /> +Hagan, the knight of Trony, never let him rest.<br /> +Many of the king's companions to stop the treason tried,<br /> +But Hagan from his counsel not once would turn aside.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +One day it fell that Siegfried close whisp'ring found the band,<br /> +When thus began to ask them the Knight of Netherland,<br /> +"Why creep the king and chieftains so sorrowful along?<br /> +I'll help you to revenge it, if you have suffer'd wrong."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Good cause have I for sorrow," Gunther straight replied,<br /> +"Ludegast and Ludeger both have me defied.<br /> +With open force they threaten to ravage all my land."<br /> +Then spake the dauntless champion, "Their pride shall Siegfried's hand,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Both to your boot and honor, bring lower, and once more<br /> +I'll do unto those boasters e'en as I did before.<br /> +Ere I end, o'er castles, o'er lands, o'er all I'll spread<br /> +Wide waste and desolation, or fortfeit else my head.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Do you and your good warriors sit by the chimney side;<br /> +With my knights here about me thither let me ride.<br /> +How willingly I serve you, my acts and deeds shall show,<br /> +And every one shall feel it who boasts himself your foe."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">143</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! how this promise cheers me!" the king dissembling said,<br /> +As though rejoic'd in earnest at that free-proffer'd aid.<br /> +Low bow'd to him the false one with fawning semblance fair.<br /> +Then return'd Sir Siegfried, "Take now no further care."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For the march the Burgundians prepar'd in show the while,<br /> +Yet Siegfried and his warriors 'twas done but to beguile.<br /> +Then bade he straight make ready each Netherlandish knight.<br /> +They sought out the best harness and surest arms they might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the valiant Siegfried, "Sir Siegmund, father mine,<br /> +Best tarry here in quiet till we return to Rhine.<br /> +Conquest, if God befriend us, we shortly back shall bring.<br /> +Meanwhile live blithe and merry with our good host the king."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The flags anon were hoisted, and forward all would fare;<br /> +Among the men of Gunther many a one was there<br /> +Who knew not his lord's secret, and thought no treachery.<br /> +There might you see with Siegfried a mighty company.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their helms and eke their mailcoats upon their steeds were tied.<br /> +Many a knight of prowess ready was to ride.<br /> +Then Hagan, Lord of Trony, as had before been plann'd,<br /> +Went to take leave of Kriemhild ere yet they left the land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! well is me," said Kriemhild, "that I've a lord who lends<br /> +Such firm assistance ever to back my dearest friends,<br /> +As now does my brave Siegfried for my brethren's sake;<br /> +Therefore," said the fair lady, "good courage will I take.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"My good friend, Sir Hagan, bear in remembrance still<br /> +How much I love my kinsmen, nor ever wish'd them ill.<br /> +For this requite my husband, nor let me vainly long;<br /> +He should not pay the forfeit, if I did Brunhild wrong.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">144</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V15_XVIII" id="V15_XVIII"></a><a href="#St_15_XVIII">XVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"My fault," pursued she sadly, "good cause had I to rue.<br /> +For it I have far'd badly; he beat me black and blue;<br /> +Such mischief-making tattle his patience could not brook,<br /> +And for it ample vengeance on my poor limbs he took."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"You'll be friends together," said he, "some other day.<br /> +But, Kriemhild, my dear lady, tell me now, I pray,<br /> +At my hands to your husband what service can be done,<br /> +Fain would I do it, lady, better love I none."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The noble dame made answer, "Fear should I not at all,<br /> +That by the sword of any my lord in fight would fall,<br /> +But that he rashly follows his fiery martial mood.<br /> +Else could no harm befall him the noble knight and good."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Lady," then answer'd Hagan, "since thus you harbor fear<br /> +Lest hostile force should slay him, let me yet further hear,<br /> +What best may serve our purpose the warrior to defend.<br /> +On foot, on horse, I'll watch him, his guardian and his friend."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Thou art my cousin, and I alike am thine;<br /> +To thy good faith commend I this dearest lord of mine.<br /> +That thou wilt tend his welfare, assurance firm I hold."<br /> +Then told she him the secret far better left untold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "My husband's daring, and thereto stout of limb<br /> +Of old, when on the mountain he slew the dragon grim,<br /> +In its blood he bath'd him, and thence no more can feel<br /> +In his charmed person the deadly dint of steel.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V15_XXIV" id="V15_XXIV"></a><a href="#St_15_XXIV">XXIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Still am I ever anxious, whene'er in fight he stands,<br /> +And keen-edg'd darts are hailing from strong heroic hands,<br /> +Lest I by one should lose him, my own beloved make.<br /> +Ah! how my heart is beating still for my Siegfried's sake!<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">145</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So now I'll tell the secret, dear friend, alone to thee<br /> +(For thou, I doubt not, cousin, will keep thy faith with me),<br /> +Where sword may pierce my darling, and death sit on the thrust.<br /> +See, in thy truth and honor how full, how firm my trust!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"As from the dragon's death-wounds gush'd out the crimson gore,<br /> +With the smoking torrent the warrior wash'd him o'er.<br /> +A leaf then 'twixt his shoulders fell from the linden bough.<br /> +There only steel can harm him; for that I tremble now."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the Chief of Trony, "A little token sew<br /> +Upon his outer garment; thus shall I surer know<br /> +The spot that needs protection as in the fight we stand."<br /> +She thought his life to lengthen, the while his death was plann'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Upon his vesture with a fine silken thread<br /> +I'll sew a secret crosslet; by this small token led<br /> +Thy hand shall guard my husband, as through the press he goes,<br /> +And in the shock of battle confronts his swarming foes."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So will I do," said Hagan, "my honor'd lady dear."<br /> +She thought her lord to profit, and keep from danger clear,<br /> +But all she did to aid him serv'd but to betray.<br /> +Leave then took Sir Hagan, and joyous strode away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What he had learn'd from Kriemhild his lord then bade him show<br /> +"Put off this march," said Hagan, "and let us hunting go;<br /> +Now have I all the secret; now in my hand is he;<br /> +Could you but contrive it?" "For that," said Gunther, "trust to me."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">146</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The false king and his courtiers to hear his words were fain.<br /> +I ween, so base a treason knight ne'er will do again,<br /> +As then was done by Hagan, when to his faith for aid<br /> +So fair a lady trusted, and so foully was betrayed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Next morning on his journey in haste Sir Siegfried sped.<br /> +Of his men a thousand merrily he led.<br /> +He thought his foes to punish who had his friends defied.<br /> +Next him rode Sir Hagan, and close his vesture eyed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the mark he noted, he bade in secret go<br /> +Two of his men some distance, and come as from the foe,<br /> +Saying, that only friendship to Burgundy was meant,<br /> +And that they to King Gunther from Ludeger were sent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How then it irk'd Sir Siegfried to turn at once the rein,<br /> +Ere he in his friend's quarrel had battled once again!<br /> +Scarce could the men of Gunther divert him from his way.<br /> +So to the king back rode he, who thus his thanks 'gan pay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God requite you, Siegfried, of all my friends the best!<br /> +Since you are always ready to do what I request,<br /> +I'll ever do my utmost to merit such good will.<br /> +Many are the friends I trust in, but you're the surest still.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V15_XXXVI" id="V15_XXXVI"></a><a href="#St_15_XXXVI">XXXVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now that we're free from foemen, and in firm peace abide,<br /> +Hence to the Wask forest a-hunting let us ride,<br /> +To chase the bears and wild swine, as oft I've done of yore."<br /> +The faithless, murderous Hagan had counsell'd this before.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To all my guests and kinsmen it straight announc'd shall be,<br /> +I mean to start full early; whoe'er would ride with me,<br /> +Must forthwith make him ready; whoe'er would here abide,<br /> +Let him amuse the ladies; with both I'm satisfied."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">147</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then courteously made answer Siegfried the stout and strong,<br /> +"If you're inclined for hunting, gladly will I along.<br /> +So lend me but a huntsman and a good brach or two,<br /> +And I into the forest will find my way like you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"If one will not suffice you," the fraudful king replied,<br /> +"I'll lend you four good huntsmen, who know the forest wide,<br /> +And every track soever where the wild beasts roam.<br /> +You'll never, with their guidance, come empty-handed home."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence to his gentle lady rode off the warrior bold.<br /> +Quick to the king had Hagan the baleful tidings told,<br /> +How he would surely trap him, the champion frank and free.<br /> +Never was such foul treason, nor ever more will be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now was laid the death-plot by that base traitor pair,<br /> +The rest then all consented. Gernot and Giselher<br /> +Neither would join the hunting; I know not through what fear<br /> +Or spite they warn'd not Siegfried; soon paid they for it dear.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="SIXTEENTH_ADVENTURE" id="SIXTEENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>SIXTEENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGFRIED WAS SLAIN</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_I" id="V16_I"></a><a href="#St_16_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Gunther and Hagan, the warriors fierce and bold,<br /> +To execute their treason, resolv'd to scour the wold,<br /> +The bear, the boar, the wild bull, by hill or dale or fen,<br /> +To hunt with keen-edg'd javelins; what fitter sport for valiant men?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In lordly pomp rode with them Siegfried the champion strong.<br /> +Good store of costly viands they brought with them along.<br /> +Anon by a cool runnel he lost his guiltless life.<br /> +'Twas so devis'd by Brunhild, King Gunther's moody wife.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">148</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But first he sought the chamber where he his lady found.<br /> +He and his friends already had on the sumpters bound<br /> +Their gorgeous hunting raiment; they o'er the Rhine would go.<br /> +Never before was Kriemhild sunk so deep in woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On her mouth of roses he kiss'd his lady dear;<br /> +"God grant me, dame, returning in health to see thee here;<br /> +So may those eyes see me, too; meanwhile be blithe and gay<br /> +Among the gentle kinsmen; I must hence away."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thought she on the secret (the truth she durst not tell)<br /> +How she had told it Hagan; then the poor lady fell<br /> +To wailing and lamenting that ever she was born.<br /> +Then wept she without measure, sobbing and sorrow-worn.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She thus bespake her husband, "Give up that chase of thine.<br /> +I dreamt last night of evil, how two fierce forest swine<br /> +Over the heath pursued thee; the flowers turn'd bloody red.<br /> +I cannot help thus weeping; I'm chill'd with mortal dread.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I fear some secret treason, and cannot lose thee hence,<br /> +Lest malice should be borne thee for misconceiv'd offence.<br /> +Stay, my beloved Siegfried, take not my words amiss.<br /> +'Tis the true love I bear thee that bids me counsel this."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Back shall I be shortly, my own beloved mate.<br /> +Not a soul in Rhineland know I, who bears me hate.<br /> +I'm well with all thy kinsmen; they're all my firm allies;<br /> +Nor have I from any e'er deserved otherwise."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay! do not, dearest Siegfried! 'tis e'en thy death I dread.<br /> +Last night I dreamt, two mountains fell thundering on thy head,<br /> +And I no more beheld thee; if thou from me wilt go,<br /> +My heart will sure be breaking with bitterness of woe."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">149</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Round her peerless body his clasping arms he threw.<br /> +Lovingly he kiss'd her, that faithful wife and true;<br /> +Then took his leave, and parted;—in a moment all was o'er—<br /> +Living, alas poor lady! she saw him never more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then rode they thence, and hasten'd to a wildering forest drear.<br /> +Many a bold knight, on pastime intent and merry cheer,<br /> +In the train of Gunther and Siegfried took his way.<br /> +Stout Gernot and young Giselher at home preferr'd to stay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a well-laden sumpter before them cross'd the Rhine,<br /> +That for the fellow-hunters carried bread and wine.<br /> +And flesh and fish in plenty, with every dainty thing<br /> +That might become the table of such a mighty king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their course the noble hunters check'd in an open glade,<br /> +Where the wild beasts, that haunted the neighboring greenwood shade,<br /> +Pass'd to and fro by custom; the hunt they here would hold.<br /> +Thither at length came Siegfried; straight to the king 'twas told.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now every path and outlet the huntsmen had beset,<br /> +When thus bespake Sir Siegfried the chiefs who there were met.<br /> +"Ye bold and dauntless warriors! who will the honor claim<br /> +To enter first the forest, and bring us to the game?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ere we begin our pastime," Sir Hagan straight replied,<br /> +"Here in this glade together, 'twere better first divide.<br /> +We then shall see more clearly, my lords as well as I,<br /> +Who's the most cunning sportsman of this fair company.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Let us divide among us the huntsmen and the hounds,<br /> +Then each, where'er he pleases, beat all these woody bounds,<br /> +And who excels his comrades, shall thanks have from the rest."<br /> +Not long the hunters linger'd, but started on their quest.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">150</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the good Sir Siegfried, "I do not need a pack;<br /> +One well-train'd hound will serve me the lurking beasts to track,<br /> +And the close scent to follow through every bush and brake.<br /> +We'll now begin our hunting." So Kriemhild's husband spake.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that an aged huntsman a watchful limehound took,<br /> +And shortly brought the champion into a shady nook,<br /> +Where store of beasts were couching; as each sprung from his lair,<br /> +The warriors, like good hunters, fell on and caught them there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All, that the limehound started, anon with mighty hand<br /> +Were slain by noble Siegfried, the Chief of Netherland.<br /> +No beast could there outrun him, so swift his steed could race;<br /> +He won from all high praises for mastery in the chase.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whatever he attempted, he went the best before.<br /> +The first beast he encounter'd was a fierce half-bred boar.<br /> +Him with a mighty death-stroke he stretch'd upon the ground;<br /> +Just after in a thicket a lion huge he found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Him the limehound started; his bow Sir Siegfried drew;<br /> +With a keen-headed arrow he shot the lion through.<br /> +But three faint bounds thereafter the dying monster made.<br /> +His wond'ring fellow-huntsmen thanks to Sir Siegfried paid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_XXII" id="V16_XXII"></a><a href="#St_16_XXII">XXII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then one upon another a buffalo, an elk<br /> +He slew, four strong ure-oxen, and last a savage shelk.<br /> +No beast, how swift soever, could leave his steed behind;<br /> +Scarcely their speed could profit the flying hart or hind.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_XXIII" id="V16_XXIII"></a><a href="#St_16_XXIII">XXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Next the sagacious limer a monstrous wild boar trac'd;<br /> +Just then the master-hunter came sudden up in haste,<br /> +And cross'd his path undaunted as he to fly began.<br /> +Straight the churning monster at his opponent ran.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">151</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then forward sprung Sir Siegfried, and with his sword him slew;<br /> +Such feat, I ween, no hunter besides had dared to do.<br /> +Then leash'd they the good limehound, and from the thicket led,<br /> +And told all the Burgundians how Siegfried's chase had sped.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said his merry huntsmen, "Sir Siegfried, be so kind<br /> +As not our wood to empty, but leave some game behind.<br /> +There'll else be nothing living on mountain or on wold."<br /> +The champion at their jesting his laughter scarce could hold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They heard then all about them, throughout those forest grounds,<br /> +Such shouting and such baying of huntsmen and of hounds,<br /> +That hill and wood re-echoed with the wild uproar.<br /> +Th' attendants had uncoupled four and twenty dogs or more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_XXVII" id="V16_XXVII"></a><a href="#St_16_XXVII">XXVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then full many a monster was doom'd his last to groan.<br /> +They thought with glad expectance to challenge for their own<br /> +The praise for the best hunting; but lower sunk their pride,<br /> +When to the tryst-fire shortly they saw Sir Siegfried ride.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The hunting now was over for the most part at least;<br /> +Game was brought in plenty and skins of many a beast<br /> +To the place of meeting, and laid the hearth before.<br /> +Ah! to the busy kitchen what full supplies they bore!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then bade Gunther summon the noble hunting crew<br /> +To the royal breakfast; a horn a huntsman blew<br /> +That far and wide re-echoed, and told to all around<br /> +That by the tryst-fire ready the king was to be found.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">152</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said one of Siegfried's huntsmen, "I heard a warning blast,<br /> +That thrilling horn assures me our hunting time is past;<br /> +We must back to our fellows; answer it will I."<br /> +So through the wood resounding rang question and reply.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the good Sir Siegfried, "Well! let us leave the wood."<br /> +His courser bore him smoothly, fast prick'd his comrades good.<br /> +With their noise they rous'd a monster, a wild bear fierce and grim.<br /> +Said Siegfried o'er his shoulder to those who follow'd him,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now, comrades, look for pastime! see you yon thicket there?<br /> +Slip the dog directly; I spy a monstrous bear.<br /> +The same shall instant with us hence to the trysting-place.<br /> +To get off in safety swift he indeed must pace."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight they slipp'd the limer; off leapt the bear with speed;<br /> +Sir Siegfried thought to catch him through swiftness of his steed.<br /> +He came on fallen timber, so thus it could not be;<br /> +Then deem'd himself the monster from his fierce hunter free.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Down sprang from horse Sir Siegfried, and plied on foot the chase;<br /> +Naught then could aid the monster o'ermaster'd in the race.<br /> +Sir Siegfried strongly seized him, and cast a rope around,<br /> +And, ere he once could wound him, the struggling bear he bound.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So fast the warrior bound him, he could nor scratch nor bite,<br /> +Then tied him to the saddle, and after mounted light.<br /> +So to the tryst-fire laughing with his snorting load,<br /> +By way of sport and pastime, the fearless warrior rode.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">153</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In his state how lordly thither he came along!<br /> +Huge was his mighty boar-spear, weighty and broad and strong;<br /> +To his spur descended the good sword that he wore;<br /> +Of ruddy gold fair glittering a hunting horn he bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of better hunting-vesture never heard I tell.<br /> +His coat of darkest samite became the warrior well.<br /> +His cap of richest sable sat with a careless grace,<br /> +And his death-fraught quiver was bound with many a lace.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_XXXVIII" id="V16_XXXVIII"></a><a href="#St_16_XXXVIII">XXXVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +With the skin of a panther the same was cover'd o'er<br /> +For its balmy sweetness; a strong bow too he bore,<br /> +Which none but with a windlass could draw, howe'er he strove,<br /> +Unless himself was present at the mark to rove.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_XXXIX" id="V16_XXXIX"></a><a href="#St_16_XXXIX">XXXIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +All his outer garment was of a lynx's hide,<br /> +From head to foot with cunning 'twas speckled all and pied.<br /> +On either side descending of the master-hunter bold<br /> +From the rich fur there glitter'd many a bright thread of gold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_XL" id="V16_XL"></a><a href="#St_16_XL">XL</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Girded he was with Balmung, a broad and mighty blade,<br /> +With such keen cutting edges, that straight its way it made<br /> +Where'er it smote on helmet, and thousands did to die.<br /> +'Sooth was the lordly hunter of bearing proud and high.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Besides (of this my story to tell you every part)<br /> +Fraught was his splendid quiver with many a dreary dart;<br /> +The shaft of each was gilded, a hand's-breadth was the steel.<br /> +'Twas death of those grim arrows a single wound to feel.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So stately from the forest rode on the noble knights;<br /> +The men of Gunther mark'd him soon as he came in sight,<br /> +And ran, and held his courser, and gave him tendance fair.<br /> +Meanwhile close to the saddle lay bound the groaning bear.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">154</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The knight, from horse alighting, soft the band untied<br /> +That bound his paws and muzzle; straight when the bear they spied,<br /> +All the pack of yelpers open'd on him loud.<br /> +The beast made for the forest, scattering the startled crowd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Scared by the din and uproar he through the kitchen rac'd.<br /> +Ah! how the cooks and scullions from round the fire he chas'd!<br /> +Upset were pans and kettles, and store of savory hashes,<br /> +Roast, boil'd, and stew'd together were hissing in the ashes.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From their seats upstarted the lords and all the band;<br /> +The bear flew into fury; straight gave the king command<br /> +The hounds to uncouple, and slip them on the prey.<br /> +Had it all thus ended, it had been a merry day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With bows and mighty boar-spears (no more was quiet there)<br /> +Upsprung the light-foot warriors and chas'd the flying bear.<br /> +The dogs there were so many, none dar'd a dart to fling.<br /> +With shouting and hallooing they made the mountains ring.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Before the dogs he scamper'd; they follow'd where he led;<br /> +But 'twas the swift-foot Siegfried that caught him as he fled.<br /> +Once with his sword he smote him; he wallow'd in his gore.<br /> +Back to the scatter'd tryst-fire his friends the monster bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Loud shouted each beholder that 'twas a matchless blow.<br /> +Now the high-born hunters were bidden to table go.<br /> +Down in a flowery meadow sat they right merrily.<br /> +Ah! what dainty viands cheer'd that proud company!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Still delay'd the attendants the ruddy wine to pour.<br /> +Never else were warriors better serv'd before.<br /> +But for the heinous treason with which they fram'd their plot,<br /> +All that choice band of champions were free from blame or blot.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">155</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the noble Siegfried, "I needs must wonder here,<br /> +That joyous wine is wanting with such abundant cheer.<br /> +When so o'erflows the kitchen, how is't the cellar's dry?<br /> +Treat merry hunters better, or hunt no more will I.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I have deserv'd in Rhineland more hospitable care."<br /> +Then answering from the table spoke Gunther false and fair.<br /> +"This fault shall soon be mended, and reason done you first.<br /> +For this we may thank Hagan, who makes us die of thirst."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the Chief of Trony, "My lord and master dear,<br /> +I thought that this day's hunting was not to be held here,<br /> +But in the wood of Spessart, so thither sent the wine.<br /> +The like shall never happen again by fault of mine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the Netherlander, "Little thank I such care.<br /> +I look'd for seven good sumpters to mend our thirsty fare<br /> +With mead and wine of spices; if so we could not dine,<br /> +Better by far have placed us close beside the Rhine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_LIV" id="V16_LIV"></a><a href="#St_16_LIV">LIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the Chief of Trony, "Ye noble knights and bold,<br /> +I know just to our wishes a runnel clear and cold<br /> +Close by, so be not angry, but thither let us go."<br /> +Th' advice brought many a champion sorrow and mortal woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Yet could not then his danger the death-doom'd hero spy.<br /> +Little thought he so foully by seeming friends to die.<br /> +His heart knew naught of falsehood; 'twas open, frank and plain.<br /> +For his death dear paid thereafter who fondly hop'd to gain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The noble knight Sir Siegfried with thirst was sore opprest,<br /> +So earlier rose from table, and could no longer rest,<br /> +But straight would to the mountain the running brook to find,<br /> +And so advanc'd the treason his faithless foes design'd.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">156</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile were slowly lifted on many a groaning wain<br /> +The beasts in that wild forest by Siegfried's manhood slain.<br /> +Each witness gave him honor, and loud his praises spoke.<br /> +Alas! that with him Hagan his faith so foully broke.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_LVIII" id="V16_LVIII"></a><a href="#St_16_LVIII">LVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now when to the broad linden they all would take their way,<br /> +Thus spake the fraudful Hagan, "Full oft have I heard say,<br /> +That none a match in swiftness for Kriemhild's lord can be,<br /> +Whene'er to race he pleases; would he grant us this to see?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the Netherlander, Siegfried with open heart,<br /> +"Well then! let's make the trial! together we will start<br /> +From hence to yonder runnel; let us at once begin,<br /> +And he shall pass for winner who shall be seen to win."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Agreed!" said treacherous Hagan, "let us each other try."<br /> +Thereto rejoin'd stout Siegfried, "And if you pass me by,<br /> +Down at your feet I'll lay me humbled on the grass."<br /> +When these words heard Gunther, what joy could his surpass?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the fearless champion, "And this I tell you more,<br /> +I'll carry all th' equipment that in the chase I wore,<br /> +My spear, my shield, my vesture—leave will I nothing out."<br /> +His sword then and his quiver he girt him quick about.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_LXII" id="V16_LXII"></a><a href="#St_16_LXII">LXII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +King Gunther and Sir Hagan to strip were nothing slow;<br /> +Both for the race stood ready in shirts as white as snow.<br /> +Long bounds, like two wild panthers, o'er the grass they took,<br /> +But seen was noble Siegfried before them at the brook.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whate'er he did, the warrior high o'er his fellows soar'd.<br /> +Now laid he down his quiver, and quick ungirt his sword.<br /> +Against the spreading linden he lean'd his mighty spear.<br /> +So by the brook stood waiting the chief without a peer.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">157</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V16_LXIV" id="V16_LXIV"></a><a href="#St_16_LXIV">LXIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +In every lofty virtue none with Sir Siegfried vied.<br /> +Down he laid his buckler by the water's side.<br /> +For all the thirst that parch'd him, one drop he never drank<br /> +Till the king had finish'd; he had full evil thank.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Cool was the little runnel, and sparkled clear as glass.<br /> +O'er the rill King Gunther knelt down upon the grass.<br /> +When he his draught had taken he rose and stepp'd aside.<br /> +Full fain alike would Siegfried his thirst have satisfied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dear paid he for his courtesy; his bow, his matchless blade,<br /> +His weapons all, Sir Hagan far from their lord convey'd,<br /> +Then back sprung to the linden to seize his ashen spear,<br /> +And to find out the token survey'd his vesture near;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then, as to drink Sir Siegfried down kneeling there he found,<br /> +He pierc'd him through the crosslet, that sudden from the wound<br /> +Forth the life-blood spouted e'en o'er his murderer's weed.<br /> +Never more will warrior dare so foul a deed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Between his shoulders sticking he left the deadly spear.<br /> +Never before Sir Hagan so fled for ghastly fear,<br /> +As from the matchless champion whom he had butcher'd there.<br /> +Soon as was Sir Siegfried of the mortal wound aware,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Up he from the runnel started as he were wood.<br /> +Out from betwixt his shoulders his own huge boar-spear stood.<br /> +He thought to find his quiver or his broadsword true.<br /> +The traitor for his treason had then receiv'd his due.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But, ah! the deadly wounded nor sword nor quiver found;<br /> +His shield alone beside him lay there upon the ground.<br /> +This from the bank he lifted and straight at Hagan ran;<br /> +Him could not then by fleetness escape King Gunther's man.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">158</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +E'en to the death though wounded, he hurl'd it with such power,<br /> +That the whirling buckler scatter'd wide a shower<br /> +Of the most precious jewels, then straight in shivers broke.<br /> +Full gladly had the warrior ta'en vengeance with that stroke.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +E'en as it was, his manhood fierce Hagan level'd low.<br /> +Loud, all around, the meadow rang with the wondrous blow.<br /> +Had he in hand good Balmung, the murderer he had slain.<br /> +His wound was sore upon him; he writh'd in mortal pain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His lively color faded; a cloud came o'er his sight;<br /> +He could stand no longer; melted all his might;<br /> +In his paling visage the mark of death he bore.<br /> +Soon many a lovely lady sorrow'd for him sore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So the lord of Kriemhild among the flowerets fell.<br /> +From the wound fresh gushing his heart's blood fast did well.<br /> +Then thus amidst his tortures, e'en with his failing breath,<br /> +The false friends he upbraided who had contriv'd his death.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus spake the deadly wounded, "Ay! cowards false as hell!<br /> +To you I still was faithful; I serv'd you long and well;—<br /> +But what boots all?—for guerdon treason and death I've won,<br /> +By your friends vile traitors! foully have you done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Whoever shall hereafter from your loins be born,<br /> +Shall take from such vile fathers a heritage of scorn.<br /> +On me you have wreak'd malice where gratitude was due.<br /> +With shame shall you be banish'd by all good knights and true."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thither ran all the warriors where in his blood he lay.<br /> +To many of that party sure 'twas a joyless day.<br /> +Whoe'er were true and faithful, they sorrow'd for his fall.<br /> +So much the peerless champion had merited of all.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">159</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With them the false King Gunther bewept his timeless end.<br /> +Then spake the deadly wounded, "Little it boots your friend<br /> +Yourself to plot his murder, and then the deed deplore.<br /> +Such is a shameful sorrow; better at once 'twere o'er."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the low'ring Hagan, "I know not why you moan.<br /> +Our cares all and suspicions are now for ever flown.<br /> +Who now are left, against us who'll dare to make defence?<br /> +Well's me, for all this weeping, that I have rid him hence."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Small cause hast thou," said Siegfried, "to glory in my fate.<br /> +Had I ween'd, thy friendship cloak'd such murderous hate,<br /> +From such as thou full lightly could I have kept my life.<br /> +Now grieve I but for Kriemhild, my dear, my widow'd wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now may God take pity, that e'er I had a son,<br /> +Who this reproach must suffer from deed so foully done,<br /> +That by his murderous kinsmen his father thus was slain.<br /> +Had I but time to finish, of this I well might plain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Surely so base a murder the world did never see,"<br /> +Said he, and turn'd to Gunther, "as you have done on me.<br /> +I sav'd your life and honor from shame and danger fell,<br /> +And thus am I requited by you I serv'd so well."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then further spake the dying, and speaking sigh'd full deep,<br /> +"Oh king! if thou a promise with anyone wilt keep,<br /> +Let me in this last moment thy grace and favor find<br /> +For my dear love and lady, the wife I leave behind.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Remember, she's thy sister, yield her a sister's right,<br /> +Guard her with faith and honor, as thou'rt a king and knight.<br /> +My father and my followers for me they long must wait,<br /> +Comrade ne'er found from comrade so sorrowful a fate."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">160</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In his mortal anguish he writh'd him to and fro,<br /> +And then said, deadly groaning, "This foul and murderous blow<br /> +Deep will ye rue hereafter; this for sure truth retain,<br /> +That in slaying Siegfried you yourselves have slain."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With blood were all bedabbled the flowerets of the field.<br /> +Some time with death he struggled, as though he scorn'd to yield<br /> +E'en to the foe, whose weapon strikes down the loftiest head.<br /> +At last prone in the meadow lay mighty Siegfried dead.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now the chiefs were certain that dead was the good knight,<br /> +They laid him on a buckler with gold all richly dight,<br /> +Then counsel took together the general to mislead,<br /> +And keep the shameful secret that Hagan did the deed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then many said, repenting, "This deed will prove our bale;<br /> +Still let us shroud the secret, and all keep in one tale,<br /> +That the good lord of Kriemhild to hunt alone preferr'd,<br /> +And so was slain by robbers as through the wood he spurr'd."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'll bring him home, and gladly," said Hagan, frowning stern;<br /> +"As to his wife, I reck not whether the truth she learn,<br /> +Who slander'd gentle Brunhild, and wrought her so much ill.<br /> +I care not for her weeping, do she whate'er she will."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XC</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of that same little runnel where Siegfried murder'd fell,<br /> +The true and rightful story you now shall hear me tell.<br /> +In th' Odenwald is a village, Odenheim is its name.<br /> +There still the brook is running; doubt not it is the same.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">161</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="SEVENTEENTH_ADVENTURE" id="SEVENTEENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>SEVENTEENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGFRIED WAS BEWAILED AND BURIED</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Till nightfall there they tarried, and then the Rhine recross'd;<br /> +Never yet hunted warriors at such a grievous cost.<br /> +Many a fair lady sorrow'd for a hart they slew that day;<br /> +The life of many a champion must for that hunting pay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V17_II" id="V17_II"></a><a href="#St_17_II">II</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of overweening outrage now must tell my strain,<br /> +And dire revenge remorseless; the dead, thus foully slain,<br /> +As though athirst for horrors, Hagan bade bear away,<br /> +And cast before the chamber where unweeting Kriemhild lay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He bade his followers darkling down lay him at the door,<br /> +That she might surely find him, as she stepp'd the threshold o'er.<br /> +Going forth to matins ere the dawn of day,<br /> +For from a single service she seldom kept away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The minster bells were ringing at th' early 'custom'd hour.<br /> +Upstarted then fair Kriemhild, and wak'd each maid in bower.<br /> +For light she call'd and vesture that she might straight be gown'd.<br /> +A chamberlain hasten'd thither, and there Sir Siegfried found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He saw him blood-bespatter'd, with weed all dabbled o'er;<br /> +He knew not 'twas his master stretch'd on the reeking floor;<br /> +In went he to the chamber; with him the light he took,<br /> +By which on such deep horror sad Kriemhild was to look.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As she now with her maidens to church would take her way,<br /> +The chamberlain bespoke her; "Lady, a little stay;<br /> +A murder'd knight is lying close before the sill."<br /> +"O woe!" cried fearful Kriemhild, "what means this tale of ill?"<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">162</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere yet she could see clearly 'twas her lord who lay there lay slain,<br /> +The question put by Hagan rush'd to her mind again,<br /> +How he could guard her husband; then anguish first she felt.<br /> +From his death for ever with lingering grief she dwelt.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To earth down sank she senseless, that not a word she spoke.<br /> +There lay the fair, the friendless, beneath that mortal stroke.<br /> +Then, from her swoon reviving, up from the ground she sprang,<br /> +And shriek'd so shrill and sudden, that all the chamber rang.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V17_IX" id="V17_IX"></a><a href="#St_17_IX">IX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said her trembling maidens, "What stranger here lies slain?"<br /> +From her mouth a bloody torrent burst through heart-quelling pain.<br /> +"No, no!" said she, "'tis Siegfried, my love, that there lies low.<br /> +'Twas Brunhild gave the counsel, and Hagan struck the blow."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thither where the corpse was lying, her maids their lady led;<br /> +With her lily hand, all trembling, she raised his languish'd head;<br /> +Howe'er with blood 'twas dabbled, her lord at once she knew.<br /> +There lay the Chief of Netherland, a piteous sight to view.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V17_XI" id="V17_XI"></a><a href="#St_17_XI">XI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then weeping thus and wailing the queen her sorrows pour'd;<br /> +"Woe's me, woe's me for ever! sure no fair foeman's sword<br /> +Shiver'd thy failing buckler; 'twas murder stopp'd thy breath;<br /> +O that I knew who did it! death I'd requite with death."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then wept and wail'd full shrilly her gentle maidens all<br /> +With their beloved mistress; woe were they for the fall<br /> +Of their noble master there in his blood embrued.<br /> +Hagan the wrath of Brunhild had wreak'd with deadly feud.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">163</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the sorrow-laden, "Go hence with your best speed,<br /> +Quick call up Siegfried's liegemen, his warriors good at need;<br /> +To Siegmund, too, let tidings of my deep loss be borne,<br /> +That he may help his daughter his murder'd son to mourn."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A messenger ran quickly, and came where slept the band<br /> +Of Siegfried's chosen champions from the Nibelunger's land.<br /> +Their merry cheer his tidings chang'd to sorrow deep.<br /> +His tale they would not credit until they saw him weep.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence quickly came he running where aged Siegmund lay<br /> +From the king's aching eyelids sweet sleep was far away.<br /> +His heart, I ween, foreboded the deed that had been done,<br /> +And that the childless father no more should see his son.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Wake, wake! Sir King! Sir Siegmund! Kriemhild, my lady dear,<br /> +In haste hath sent me hither; she's plung'd in doleful drear;<br /> +Woe, that all woe surpasses, wrings her inmost heart.<br /> +Help her to mourn the misery, whereof you own a part."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the king, half-rising, "What has happ'd of woe<br /> +To the fair Lady Kriemhild, which here thou com'st to show?"<br /> +"Alas!" replied he weeping, "concealment here is vain;<br /> +The noble Netherlander, Siegfried, thy son, is slain."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the good King Siegmund, "Leave off such idle sport;<br /> +For my sake spread no further this mischievous report.<br /> +Were't true indeed that Siegfried my son were made away,<br /> +Ne'er could I cease from wailing e'en to my dying day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"If me you will not credit, but still will doubt my tale,<br /> +Hark then yourself to Kriemhild, hear her so wildly wail,<br /> +Her and her band of maidens, for noble Siegfried dead."<br /> +Then sorely shudder'd Siegmund; deep cause had he for dread.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">164</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight from his bed up sprang he, and his hundred warriors too;<br /> +Their long sharp-edged weapons with hasty hand they drew.<br /> +Where they heard the wailing, headlong they thither ran;<br /> +Thither too Siegfried's thousand, each a chosen man,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V17_XXI" id="V17_XXI"></a><a href="#St_17_XXI">XXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Led by the shrieks of horror, ran with like eager speed.<br /> +Some of the household fancied, they came for funeral weed.<br /> +Well might they be confounded, and from their senses start.<br /> +The sting of deadly sorrow was deep in every heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the good King Siegmund, when Kriemhild he had seen,<br /> +"Woe worth our journey hither! would it had never been!<br /> +'Midst such good friends and kinsmen, who has this murder done,<br /> +Which thee hath cost thy husband, and me, alas! my son?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The noble lady answer'd, "Could I the murderer find,<br /> +I'd wreak on him such vengeance with all my heart and mind,<br /> +That all his friends should sorrow at the woful tale,<br /> +While they had eyes for weeping, while they had tongues to wail."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His arms round the dead champion Sir Siegmund trembling threw;<br /> +Thereat so loud the sorrow of each beholder grew,<br /> +That the proud hall of Gunther and the palace high<br /> +And Worms, through all his quarters, rung to the thrilling cry.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But none there could bring comfort to Siegfried's lady true.<br /> +Out from his bloodied vesture his comely limbs they drew,<br /> +And wash'd his wound wide-gaping, and laid him on the bier.<br /> +Woe were his weeping followers through heart-consuming drear.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">165</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Out then spake his warriors from the Nibelungers' land;<br /> +"Revenge will we our master each with his own good hand<br /> +This very house must harbor him who has done the deed."<br /> +Then hasten'd Siegfried's meiny to don their warlike weed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now did the chosen squadron each with his buckler stand,<br /> +Eleven hundred champions; at head of all the band<br /> +Was seen the reverend Siegmund; to faith and honor true<br /> +Fain would he take vengeance on those who Siegfried slew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With whom they were to battle they could not yet discern,<br /> +Unless it were with Gunther and his Burgundians stern,<br /> +For with them did Siegfried to the fatal hunting go.<br /> +When Kriemhild saw them weapon'd, 'twas ill on ill, 'twas woe on woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +However deep her anguish, however great her need,<br /> +She fear'd to see her followers the Nibelungers bleed<br /> +Beneath her brother's numbers; so, their stout minds to bend,<br /> +She gave them gentle counsel, as friend should deal with friend.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus said the mournful lady, "Siegmund, my lord, give ear.<br /> +What is it you are doing? some rash resolve I fear.<br /> +King Gunther has about him full many a man of might;<br /> +You and all must perish in such unequal fight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Each had bound on his buckler; each held his sword in hand;<br /> +They yearn'd for blood and vengeance; with prayer and with command<br /> +She press'd th' impatient warriors to choose the milder part;<br /> +They call'd for instant battle; that cut her to the heart.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">166</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She spake, "My good lord Siegmund, lay thoughts of vengeance by<br /> +Till some more fitting season; then with you fain will I<br /> +Revenge my murder'd husband; could I but come to know<br /> +Who has made me thus a widow, woe should be his for woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Many are the haughty warriors here on the banks of Rhine,<br /> +So keep peace for the present; such sure advice is mine;<br /> +The match is too unequal, thirty at least to one;<br /> +God do to them hereafter as they to us have done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Stay here, and in my sorrow be pleas'd a part to take,<br /> +Mine and my lord's revengers, till day begin to break,<br /> +And help me then to coffin my lord who there lies low."<br /> +Then all the warriors answer'd, "Dear lady, be it so."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In sooth it was a wonder that none can tell aright,<br /> +How wept and loud lamented many a dame and many a knight,<br /> +That e'en unto the city the rueful wail was borne;<br /> +In haste the noble burghers came when they heard them mourn.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They with the guests lamented, for sore they griev'd as well.<br /> +What was the offence of Siegfried, none of them could tell,<br /> +For which by stroke so sudden the chief had lost his life.<br /> +There with the high-born ladies wept each good burgher's wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Joiners and smiths were summon'd to frame a coffin strong,<br /> +Beset with gold and silver, massy and broad and long,<br /> +And braced with bars of iron to guard the frailer wood.<br /> +Then all the crowd about it in dreary sorrow stood.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">167</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now the night was over; forth peep'd the morning fair;<br /> +Straight bade the noble lady thence to the minster bear<br /> +The matchless champion Siegfried, her husband lov'd so dear.<br /> +All her friends close follow'd with many a sigh and tear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When they the minster enter'd, how many a bell was rung!<br /> +How many a priest on all sides the mournful requiem sung!<br /> +Then thither with his meiny came Dankrat's haughty son,<br /> +And thither too grim Hagan; it had been better left undone.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spoke the king, "Dear sister, woe worth this loss of thine!<br /> +Alas that such misfortune has happ'd to me and mine!<br /> +For sure the death of Siegfried we ever both must rue."<br /> +"Nay," said the mournful lady, "so without cause you do,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"For if you really rued it, never had it been.<br /> +I know you have your sister forgotten quite and clean,<br /> +So I and my beloved were parted as you see.<br /> +Good God! would he had granted the stroke had fall'n on me!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Firmly they made denial; Kriemhild at once replied,<br /> +"Whoe'er in this is guiltless, let him this proof abide.<br /> +In sight of all the people let him approach the bier,<br /> +And so to each beholder shall the plain truth appear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V17_XLIII" id="V17_XLIII"></a><a href="#St_17_XLIII">XLIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +It is a mighty marvel, which oft e'en now we spy,<br /> +That, when the blood-stain'd murderer comes to the murder'd nigh,<br /> +The wounds break out a-bleeding; then to the same befell,<br /> +And thus could each beholder the guilt of Hagan tell.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">168</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The wounds at once burst streaming fast as they did before;<br /> +Those, who then sorrow'd deeply, now yet lamented more.<br /> +Then outspake King Gunther, "I give you here to know,<br /> +He was slain by robbers; Hagan struck ne'er a blow."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ay! well know I those robbers," his widow'd sister said;<br /> +"By the hands of his true comrades may God revenge the dead!<br /> +False Gunther, and false Hagan! 'twas you, your friend that slew."<br /> +Thereat the knights of Siegfried gripp'd to their swords anew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +This more distracted Kriemhild; when in her anxious pain<br /> +Two friends she saw approaching to seek and mourn the slain,<br /> +Gernot her good brother, and Giselher the young.<br /> +Their eyes were blind with weeping; true grief their bosoms wrung.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They wept for Kriemhild's husband, and inly sorrowed too.<br /> +Mass now all would be singing; the doors they open threw,<br /> +And straight into the minster both men and women press'd.<br /> +Those, who could well spare Siegfried, mourn'd for him with the rest.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Gernot then and Giselher thus spake, "My sister dear!<br /> +For this sad death take comfort, all must have sorrow here.<br /> +We'll do our best to help thee as long as we have life."<br /> +Yet could not they nor others console the widow'd wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His coffin now was ready; it was about midday;<br /> +From the bier he was lifted whereon till now he lay.<br /> +Yet would not his pale lady have him laid at once in ground.<br /> +His friends and faithful followers to further toil were bound.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">169</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In richest stuff, deep sighing, they wrapp'd the clay-cold dead.<br /> +Not one, I ween, was present, but bitter tears he shed.<br /> +Then wail'd the high-born Uta; deep teen in heart she bore;<br /> +And all her dames lamented that Siegfried was no more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as 'twas heard, the murder'd had now been laid in chest,<br /> +And that the mass was singing, to church the people press'd.<br /> +For his soul what offerings were brought in all men's view!<br /> +E'en 'midst foes so deadly, friends had he firm and true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the wretched Kriemhild her chamberlains bespake,<br /> +"Now must you toil and trouble suffer for my sake.<br /> +To those who honor'd Siegfried, and dear his widow hold,<br /> +For the soul of the departed deal out his treasur'd gold."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +No child, howe'er so little, just knowing wrong from right,<br /> +But brought an offering thither; ere buried was the knight,<br /> +At least a hundred masses they sang the whole day long;<br /> +Thither all friends of Siegfried's flock'd in, a numerous throng.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now the chants were over, the crowd would wend away.<br /> +Then spake the sobbing Kriemhild, "Ah! leave me not, I pray,<br /> +This night alone to sorrow, and watch th' unheeding dead.<br /> +With him, my own beloved, all my joys lie withered.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Three nights, three days, I'll keep him, and gaze upon him still,<br /> +Till of the dearly dear one I thus have had my fill.<br /> +What if God be willing that me, too, death should seize?<br /> +Then well at once were ended poor Kriemhild's miseries."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">170</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The people of the city went home as darkness fell;<br /> +The priests and monks attendant, and all the train, who well<br /> +Had serv'd the champion living, fair Kriemhild begg'd to stay.<br /> +Their night was full of sorrow, of dreariment their day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many of the woful mourners nor meat nor drink would taste,<br /> +But for all such as needed at hand was ready plac'd<br /> +Good store of each provision; this Siegmund took in hand.<br /> +There mickle toil awaited the Nibelungers' band.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For three whole days together, as we have heard men say,<br /> +Whoe'er had skill in singing, on them hard labor lay.<br /> +Sore were their hearts afflicted, as for the soul they pray'd<br /> +Of that redoubted champion, who there a corpse was laid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There, too, the poor and needy, who of his own had nought,<br /> +In hand, by Kriemhild furnish'd, a golden offering brought<br /> +From Siegfried's proper treasure; when his body lifeless lay,<br /> +Marks full many a thousand for his soul were given away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Landed rents and revenues she scatter'd wide around,<br /> +Wherever sacred convents and holy men were found,<br /> +And to the poor gave silver and clothes in plenteous store.<br /> +She proved by all her actions what love to him she bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On the third morn when duly the mass was to be sung,<br /> +With country folk all weeping (such grief their bosoms wrung)<br /> +The churchyard of the minster was fill'd from end to end.<br /> +Each wail'd the dead, each sorrow'd as for his dearest friend.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In four days successive were scattered 'mongst the poor<br /> +Marks some thirty thousand for Siegfried's soul, or more.<br /> +To the good knight such honor his friends desir'd to pay,<br /> +When his life was brought to nothing, and his beauty passed away.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">171</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The singing now was over, God had been serv'd as due;<br /> +Then with o'ermastering sorrow strove that empassion'd crew.<br /> +Next to the grave they brought him from out the minster near.<br /> +One weeping, one wild wailing was then alone to hear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Loud shrieking, mov'd the people around the bearers slow;<br /> +None there, nor man nor woman, but wore one face of woe.<br /> +'Twas sung; 'twas said, as fitted, ere he in ground was laid.<br /> +Ah! what good priests to Siegfried the last sad duties paid!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere to the grave advancing his own true lady came,<br /> +Her sense-o'erpowering sorrow so shook her wasted frame,<br /> +That oft was need to sprinkle her from the cool-springing well.<br /> +Boundless was her distraction; the like no tongue can tell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas strange, such utter anguish dislodged not the frail life.<br /> +With eager haste to help her flock'd many a wailing wife.<br /> +Then spake the queen, "Ye warriors! My murder'd Siegfried's best,<br /> +By your love to your master grant me this last request.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Let me have one small pleasure 'mid pains so manifold;<br /> +The stately head of Siegfried I would once more behold."<br /> +She begg'd so long, so wailful, that less they could not do<br /> +Than force the coffin open, and give the corpse to view.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So thither they led the lady, where lay the clay-cold dead.<br /> +With her fine snowy fingers she rais'd his stately head,<br /> +And kiss'd him lifeless lying; long bending there she stood;<br /> +Her fair eyes for anguish wept o'er him tears of blood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How woful was their parting! Borne was she thence away,<br /> +Walk she could no longer; insensible she lay<br /> +Through bitterness of sorrow, so lovely and so still,<br /> +As if Death would have smitten, yet wanted heart to kill.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">172</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now the noble champion was duly laid in ground,<br /> +O'erwhelm'd with boundless sorrow the valiant chiefs were found,<br /> +That from the land of Nibelung had come with him erewhile;<br /> +King Siegmund too thereafter was seldom seen to smile.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many were there among them who made unceasing moan,<br /> +Nor ate nor drank for anguish till three whole days were gone.<br /> +Then hard constraint compell'ed them to life against their will,<br /> +And they from grief recovered, as haps to thousands still.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In deadly swoon unconscious the widow'd Kriemhild lay,<br /> +Both day and night unalter'd e'en to the second day,<br /> +Nor heard whate'er was spoken, nor mark'd what pass'd around;<br /> +In like unheeding sorrow was eke King Siegmund drown'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With pain back to his senses return'd the childless chief;<br /> +Shrunk were his powers, and weaken'd through the strong dint of grief,<br /> +Nor was there ground for wonder. Then said his liegemen near<br /> +"My lord, best travel homeward; we must not tarry here."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">173</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="EIGHTEENTH_ADVENTURE" id="EIGHTEENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>EIGHTEENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIEGMUND RETURNED HOME</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V18_I" id="V18_I"></a><a href="#St_18_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The father-in-law of Kriemhild to the pale mourner went,<br /> +And kindly thus bespake her, "Our thoughts are homeward bent;<br /> +Unwelcome guests in Rhineland I ween we needs must be,<br /> +So, Kriemhild, dearest lady, ride to my land with me.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thou must not here dwell helpless among thy foemen left,<br /> +Where both of us of Siegfried foul treason hath bereft.<br /> +I'll guard thee with firm friendship and honor undefil'd<br /> +For love of thy good husband and of his noble child.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"All power, beloved lady, shall be thine again,<br /> +And, as thy lord intended, royally shalt thou reign.<br /> +The land, the crown, thou ownedst, thou both, as erst, shall sway.<br /> +To thee shall Siegfried's liegeman a willing service pay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith 'twas told his followers that they must hence with speed;<br /> +Each straight to the stable hurried for his steed.<br /> +To dwell with deadly foemen scorn and shame they thought;<br /> +Matrons and maids were stirring, and out their vesture sought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now the good King Siegmund ready was to ride,<br /> +Her mother sued to Kriemhild among her kin to bide,<br /> +That still her only daughter her aged eyes might see.<br /> +The joy-bereft made answer, "Nay, that can hardly be.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">174</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"With my eyes could I ever the fawning friend behold,<br /> +Who wrought me, wretched woman, sorrows so manifold?"<br /> +Then spake the youthful Giselher, "Dear sister, why away?<br /> +For love's sake and for duty's, here with thy mother stay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Who have weigh'd thee down with sorrow and wreak'd on thee their hate,<br /> +Of them thou need'st no service; live from my sole estate."<br /> +She answer'd thus the warior, "No! no! it cannot be.<br /> +Die should I straight of horror, if I should Hagan see."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"From that thou may'st be certain I'll shield thee, sister dear,<br /> +With me shalt thou dwell ever, thy brother Giselher,<br /> +Who, if love can bring comfort, will thy sad loss supply."<br /> +"Ah!" said the heaven-forsaken, "Of that sore need have I."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as this gentle proffer the youthful knight had made,<br /> +Next Uta and good Gernot and their true cousins pray'd<br /> +The joy-deserted mourner among them there to stay.<br /> +Her kin 'mong Siegfried's followers were few and far away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To you they all are strangers," said Gernot, drawing nigh;<br /> +"No man there lives so mighty but he must some time die;<br /> +Consider this, fair sister, and comfort to you take;<br /> +Here with your friends 'twere better your fix'd abode to make."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At last she promised Giselher that she would there abide.<br /> +Meanwhile the knights of Siegmund ready were to ride<br /> +To the Nibelunger's country; their steeds were led from stall,<br /> +And on the sturdy sumpters was laid their raiment all.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The venerable Siegmund went up to Kriemhild then,<br /> +And with these words address'd her: "Lady, Siegfried's men<br /> +Are waiting with the horses; part must we instantly;<br /> +It irks me every moment we stay in Burgundy."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">175</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd Lady Kriemhild, "Such friends as wish me well<br /> +And bear me love, advise me among them here to dwell,<br /> +Since in the land of Nibelung nor kith nor kin have I."<br /> +Woe was the noble Siegmund at hearing her reply.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"In this at least," return'd he, "trust not their offers fair.<br /> +Thou before all my kindred the royal crown shalt wear<br /> +With the same pride and puissance as ere our joys were crost,<br /> +Nor want of aught remind thee that Siegfried we have lost.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Come then, return among us for thy fair infant's sake;<br /> +Desert not the young orphan; a mother's duty take.<br /> +When he grows up to manhood, he'll comfort thy sad cheer;<br /> +Meanwhile good knights shall serve thee, who held thy husband dear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "My good lord Siegmund, from home I cannot ride.<br /> +Whatever hence befall me, here must I still abide<br /> +Among my proper kinsmen, who'll help me to lament."<br /> +Her words gave the good warriors sorrow and discontent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With one accord they answer'd, "We must in truth confess,<br /> +That never till this moment we felt true bitterness,<br /> +If thou persist to tarry among our foemen here.<br /> +Sure for a peaceful journey knights never paid so dear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Hence without thought of danger ride home with God to friend,<br /> +Your steps a fitting escort shall through this land attend<br /> +E'en to your native country. Farewell, good knights and true;<br /> +My dear, my orphan'd infant I trust, my friends, to you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When they perceiv'd for certain that she her purpose kept,<br /> +The warriors of King Siegmund with one accord they wept.<br /> +With what heart-rending sorrow the reverend Siegmund, too,<br /> +Parted from Lady Kriemhild! then what was grief he knew.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">176</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Woe worth this dreary festal!" the hoary monarch cried,<br /> +"To kings nor to their kinsmen shall never more betide<br /> +From merriment and pleasure such heart-devouring teen.<br /> +In Burgundy shall Siegmund never more be seen."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V18_XXI" id="V18_XXI"></a><a href="#St_18_XXI">XXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said and frown'd indignant the knights of Siegfried's train,<br /> +"Nay, into this same country we well may come again<br /> +To seek and find the traitor who laid our master low.<br /> +Among the kin of Siegfried they have many a mortal foe."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Lovingly kiss'd he Kriemhild, and sadly thus 'gan say,<br /> +When he could see too clearly that she was fix'd to stay,<br /> +"Now home, bereav'd and joyless, a weary way we go.<br /> +'Tis only now I'm feeling the fulness of my woe."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They rode without an escort from Worms beyond the Rhine.<br /> +Sorrowful and silent they mov'd in lengthen'd line,<br /> +Nor fear'd assault or ambush by lurking foemen plann'd;<br /> +Secure each Nibelunger felt in his own right hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From all they kept disdainful, leave of none they took;<br /> +Giselher and Gernot such parting could not brook.<br /> +But lovingly approach'd them; woe were they for their woe;<br /> +That for their loss they sorrow'd, they gave their guest to know.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then gently spoke Prince Gernot, and heav'd full many a sigh,<br /> +"God in heaven is my witness, nor part the guilt had I<br /> +In the death of Siegfried, nor had I heard before<br /> +That any him bore malice; I sorrow for him sore."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V18_XXVI" id="V18_XXVI"></a><a href="#St_18_XXVI">XXVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +To them was given good escort by Giselher the young.<br /> +Deep-sorrowing altogether he brought them safe along,<br /> +Both king and loyal liegemen, home to Netherland.<br /> +There met they all their kindred; small joy was in the band.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">177</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What happ'd to them thereafter is more than I can say.<br /> +At Worms still heard was Kriemhild complaining, day by day.<br /> +That none her sorrow pitied, or brought her comfort due,<br /> +Save Giselher her brother; he still was good and true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile sat misproud Brunhild in haughtiness uncheck'd;<br /> +Of Kriemhild's tears and sorrows her it nothing reck'd.<br /> +She pitied not the mourner; she stoop'd not to the low.<br /> +Soon Kriemhild took full vengeance, and woe repaid with woe.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="NINETEENTH_ADVENTURE" id="NINETEENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>NINETEENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THE TREASURE OF THE NIBELUNGERS WAS BROUGHT TO WORMS</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +While thus the mourning Kriemhild remain'd in widow'd state,<br /> +Count Eckewart upon her did ever constant wait<br /> +With all his men about him; he serv'd her without fail,<br /> +And help'd his weeping lady his murdered lord to wail.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At Worms fast by the minster was fram'd for her to dwell<br /> +A building high and spacious, and thereto furnish'd well,<br /> +Where sat she joyless ever among her joyless train.<br /> +To church she oft betook her, and there would linger fain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How oft, weigh'd with sorrow (she seldom miss'd a day),<br /> +Thither would she go faintly where her beloved lay,<br /> +And God for grace and mercy upon his soul implore,<br /> +And with true love unfailing beweep him evermore!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Queen Uta and her ladies to sooth the mourner sought,<br /> +But still take could she never the comfort that they brought;<br /> +The sting of deadly sorrow had pierc'd her heart too deep;<br /> +Nor love had she, nor longing, but for her lord to weep.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">178</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Such grief as Kriemhild's never wife for her husband knew;<br /> +Thence might be seen how faithful her heart was, and how true.<br /> +E'en to her day of dying her life in woe she pass'd.<br /> +She took for her slain Siegfried a dread revenge at last.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So after her bereavement she sat, for three long years<br /> +And half another, ever in sorrow and in tears,<br /> +Nor once spoke word to Gunther, albeit in blood so nigh,<br /> +Nor on her foeman Hagan ever once set eye.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the Knight of Trony, "Your best attention bend,<br /> +How you may hereafter your sister make your friend.<br /> +So might the wondrous treasure come to this land, I ween.<br /> +'Twould much be to your profit, could we appease the queen."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"We'll try," replied King Gunther, "my brothers with her bide<br /> +Perhaps by their persuasion she may be pacified,<br /> +And e'en in our possession the hoard contented see."<br /> +"I can't believe," said Hagan, "that that can ever be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the Margrave Gary in haste King Gunther sent;<br /> +Ortwine to court was summon'd to further their intent,<br /> +And Gernot and young Giselher were both together brought.<br /> +The boon from Lady Kriemhild with friendly prayer they sought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then first the good Burgundian the valiant Gernot spake.<br /> +"Lady, too long you're wailing for your lost husband's sake.<br /> +Sure proof the king will give you, he ne'er the warrior slew;<br /> +Why then with such deep passion his death forever rue?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Who charges Gunther? 'twas Hagan struck the blow.<br /> +He gain'd from me the secret, where steel could lay him low.<br /> +Could I suspect, that treason lurk'd such fair words among?<br /> +Else, be sure, had silence sat ever on my tongue.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">179</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! had I ne'er betrayed him, but still his secret kept,<br /> +I had not now, poor widow! thus lamentably wept.<br /> +But ne'er will I forgive them, who this foul deed have done."<br /> +Then the stout knight, young Giselher, to intercede begun.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ay," said she, "I must greet him, you press and urge me so;<br /> +The more your fault and folly; such bitterness of woe<br /> +Hath the king brought upon me with no guilt on my part;<br /> +My mouth it may forgive him, but never will my heart."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Matters may mend hereafter," her kin said with one voice,<br /> +"What if his future kindness should make her yet rejoice?"<br /> +"Needs must he," said good Gernot, "make up for former ill."<br /> +"See!" said the sorrow-laden, "I'll do what'er you will.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yes! I will greet King Gunther." She scarce had given consent<br /> +When with his best friends Gunther unto his sister went.<br /> +Yet durst not stern Hagan before the mourner go.<br /> +He knew himself blood-guilty, he had wrought her mortal woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When she had pardon'd Gunther all that had pass'd amiss,<br /> +He thought it fitting kindness the gentle dame to kiss.<br /> +Had he the deed not counselled which all that ill had wrought,<br /> +With freedom oft and boldness her presence he had sought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sure ne'er was reconcilement 'twixt friends too long apart<br /> +By such full tears cemented; her loss she took to heart,<br /> +Yet all concern'd she pardon'd, all, save only one.<br /> +Never had been the murder, if not by Hagan done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V19_XVIII" id="V19_XVIII"></a><a href="#St_19_XVIII">XVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas no long time thereafter when this device they wrought,<br /> +That from the land of Nibelung should to the Rhine be brought<br /> +By the command of Kriemhild the wondrous treasure bright;<br /> +'Twas her morning-gift at marriage and so was hers by right.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">180</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For it the youthful Giselher and eke good Gernot went;<br /> +Eighty hundred warriors with them their sister sent,<br /> +To bring it from the mountain, where close conceal'd it lay,<br /> +Watch'd by the stout dwarf Albric and his best friends alway.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now came the Burgundians the precious hoard to take,<br /> +Albric, the faithful keeper, thus his friends bespake:<br /> +"This far renowned treasure we can't withhold, I ween,<br /> +The marriage-morning present claim'd by the noble queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V19_XXI" id="V19_XXI"></a><a href="#St_19_XXI">XXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yet should they have it never, nor should we thus be cross'd,<br /> +Had we not the good cloud-cloak to our misfortune lost<br /> +Together with Sir Siegfried, who gain'd it here of yore;<br /> +For Kriemhild's noble husband the same at all times wore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now ill, alas! has happ'd it to Siegfried the good knight,<br /> +That from us the cloud-cloak he took by conquering might,<br /> +And all this land to serve him as lord and master bound."<br /> +Then went the chamberlain sadly, where soon the keys he found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now the men of Kriemhild before the mountain stood,<br /> +And some, too, of her kinsmen; the hoard, as best they could,<br /> +Down to the sea they carried; there in good barks 'twas laid,<br /> +Thence o'er the waves, and lastly up the Rhine convey'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The tale of that same treasure might well your wonder raise;<br /> +'Twas much as twelve huge wagons in four whole nights and days<br /> +Could carry from the mountain down to the salt-sea bay,<br /> +If to and fro each wagon thrice journey'd every day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +It was made up of nothing but precious stones and gold;<br /> +Were all the world bought from it, and down the value told,<br /> +Not a mark the less thereafter were left, than erst was scor'd.<br /> +Good reason sure had Hagan to covet such a hoard.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">181</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And there among was lying the wishing-rod of gold,<br /> +Which whoso could discover, might in subjection hold<br /> +All this wide world as master, with all that dwell therein.<br /> +There came to Worms with Gernot full many of Albric's kin.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When Gernot and young Giselher had thus possession gain'd<br /> +Of that power-giving treasure, the rule they straight obtain'd<br /> +Of the country and the castles and many a warlike knight;<br /> +All was constrained to serve them through terror of their might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When they had brought the treasure thence to King Gunther's land,<br /> +And had their charge delivered into fair Kriemhild's hand,<br /> +Cramm'd were the towers and chambers wherein the same they stor'd.<br /> +Ne'er told was tale of riches to match this boundless hoard.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Yet had she found the treasure a thousand-fold as great,<br /> +Could she have seen but Siegfried restored to life's estate,<br /> +Bare as her hand had Kriemhild preferr'd with him to live,<br /> +Renouncing all the puissance which all that hoard could give.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now she had gain'd possession, so liberal was the dame,<br /> +That foreign knights unnumber'd into the country came.<br /> +All prais'd her generous virtues, and own'd they ne'er had seen<br /> +Lady so open-handed as this fair widow'd queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To rich and poor together began she now to give;<br /> +Thereat observed Sir Hagan, "If she should chance to live<br /> +Some little season longer, so many should we see<br /> +Won over to her service, that ill for us 'twould be."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">182</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto made answer Gunther, "The hoard is hers alone;<br /> +How can I check her giving? She gives but from her own.<br /> +Scarce could I gain forgiveness for my offence of old.<br /> +I care not how she scatters her jewels and ruddy gold."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"A prudent man," said Hagan, "not for a single hour<br /> +Would such a mass of treasure leave in a woman's power.<br /> +She'll hatch with all this largess to her outlandish crew<br /> +Something that hereafter all Burgundy may rue."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied King Gunther, "An oath to her I swore,<br /> +That I would ne'er offend her nor harm her any more;<br /> +And I'm resolv'd to keep it; my sister too is she."<br /> +At once Sir Hagan answer'd, "Then lay the blame on me."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Too many of the chieftains their plighted faith forsook;<br /> +The powerful hoard the perjur'd from the poor widow took;<br /> +Sir Hagan straight made seizure at once of every key.<br /> +When her brother Gernot heard it, bitterly wroth was he.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the young Sir Giselher, "Hagan the fierce and rude<br /> +Hath foully wrong'd my sister; this I should have withstood;<br /> +But that he is my kinsman, it should cost his life."<br /> +Then afresh all vainly wept noble Siegfried's wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the good Sir Gernot, "Ere this pernicious mine<br /> +Confound us any further, better beneath the Rhine<br /> +Sink it altogether, and tell no mortal where."<br /> +Then sadly went fair Kriemhild to her brother Giselher.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She wept and said, "Dear brother, pray take some thought of me;<br /> +Of my person and possessions thou should'st the guardian be."<br /> +Then spake he to his sister, "I will, whate'er betide,<br /> +Soon as we come back hither, for now we hence must ride."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">183</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +King Gunther and his kinsmen they forthwith left the land.<br /> +The very best among them he took to form his band.<br /> +There stay'd behind but Hagan; fierce hate and malice still<br /> +He bore the weeping Kriemhild, and sought to work her ill.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere back the king came thither, impatient of delay<br /> +Hagan seiz'd the treasure, and bore it thence away.<br /> +Into the Rhine at Lochheim the whole at once threw he!<br /> +Henceforth he thought t' enjoy it, but that was ne'er to be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He never more could get it for all his vain desire;<br /> +So fortune of the traitor cheats of his treason's hire.<br /> +Alone he hop'd to use it as long as he should live,<br /> +But neither himself could profit, nor to another give.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Once more return'd the princess, and with them all their train.<br /> +Forthwith began sad Kriemhild her heavy loss to plain<br /> +With ladies and with maidens; their grief indeed was strong.<br /> +In all good faith was Giselher ready to venge her wrong.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said they altogether, "Much evil hath he done."<br /> +So for a time Sir Hagan retir'd their wrath to shun,<br /> +Till he regain'd their favor; at last they look'd it o'er.<br /> +Thereat to him fair Kriemhild yet deadlier hatred bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere thus the Knight of Trony had hidd'n the wondrous hoard,<br /> +They all an oath together had sworn with one accord<br /> +To keep it in concealment while one of them should live,<br /> +So none himself could take it, nor to another give.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With this new weight of anguish surcharg'd was Kriemhild left,<br /> +Of her bold husband widow'd, and of the hoard bereft<br /> +By such o'erweening outrage; in tears the mourner lay,<br /> +Nor ever ceas'd to sorrow e'en till her dying day.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">184</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From the death of Siegfried for thirteen years she dwelt<br /> +On her wrongs ever brooding, nor joy one moment felt.<br /> +The murder of her husband she could not once forget.<br /> +To him she still was faithful; that praise is Kriemhild's yet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The wealthy Lady Uta, when death took Dankrat hence,<br /> +A sumptuous monastery rais'd at her own expense,<br /> +Endowed with rich revenues, which yet its coffers fill;<br /> +The abbey of Lorsch they call it; 'tis high in honor still.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto the mourning Kriemhild no little part supplied<br /> +Both for the soul of Siegfried and for all souls beside.<br /> +She gave both gold and jewels; a wife more chaste and true,<br /> +And a more liberal giver man surely never knew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Since Kriemhild had King Gunther once to her grace restor'd,<br /> +And yet by his connivance next lost the precious hoard,<br /> +A thousand-fold more sorrow at her heart there lay.<br /> +The proud and high-born lady would gladly thence away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile for Lady Uta was built with skill and care<br /> +At Lorsch, fast by her abbey, a sumptuous palace fair.<br /> +The widow left her children, and there seclusion found.<br /> +Still lies she in her coffin deep in that hollow'd ground.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the queen to Kriemhild, "List to me, daughter dear,<br /> +Come to Lorsch, to my palace, thou canst not linger here;<br /> +And dwell with me thy mother, and cease to weep and grieve."<br /> +"To whom then," answer'd Kriemhild, "Shall I my husband leave?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The Lady Uta answer'd, "Here let him still abide."<br /> +"Now God in heaven forbid it!" the faithful wife replied;<br /> +"No! my beloved mother, I must not have it so;<br /> +If Kriemhild hence must journey, with her must Siegfried go."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">185</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then gave command the mourner up to take the dead;<br /> +His noble bones were forthwith transferred to their last bed<br /> +At Lorsch beside the minster in many-honor'd guise.<br /> +There yet in a long coffin the stately warrior lies.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just then, when sorrowing Kriemhild was ready to depart,<br /> +And hop'd with her fond mother to ease her aching heart,<br /> +She yet was forc'd to tarry and that last hope resign.<br /> +'Twas caus'd by sudden tidings, that cross'd from far the Rhine.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTIETH_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTIETH_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTIETH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW KING ETZEL SENT INTO BURGUNDY TO PROPOSE FOR KRIEMHILD</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V20_I" id="V20_I"></a><a href="#St_20_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas of yore, in the season when Dame Helca died,<br /> +And the stout King Etzel would take another bride,<br /> +His friends all gave him counsel his marriage troth to plight<br /> +To a proud Burgundian widow, that Lady Kriemhild hight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His courtiers thus, when Helca had ended now her life,<br /> +Bespoke him, "Would you ever take a noble wife,<br /> +The best with whom a monarch could share his royal state,<br /> +Make choice of this fair lady; bold Siegfried was her mate."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd stout King Etzel, "How can succeed the plan,<br /> +For me, that am a heathen, and not a christen'd man,<br /> +To woo a Christian woman? never consent will she;<br /> +Sure 'twere a very marvel if this could ever be."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">186</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto his knights made answer, "What if she yet consent<br /> +Mov'd by your name so glorious and potent regiment?<br /> +'Twere well to make the trial whatever thence accrue;<br /> +For such a fair companion a king might gladly sue."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V20_V" id="V20_V"></a><a href="#St_20_V">V</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The noble king then question'd, "Who among you knows<br /> +The people and the country where Rhine's fair current flows?"<br /> +Said Rudeger of Bechlaren, "For that trust me alone;<br /> +I from earliest childhood the noble kings have known.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Gunther and Gernot, good knights as e'er can be;<br /> +The third is the young Giselher; each of the brethren three<br /> +Does all, whereby clear honor and high repute are won,<br /> +Just as their brave forefathers down to our times have done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto gave answer Etzel, "Friend, do to me declare,<br /> +If she indeed be worthy here the proud crown to wear;<br /> +And, if she be so lovely as by report is borne,<br /> +My best friends may be certain, they'll have no cause to mourn.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"For peerless grace and beauty with Helca she may vie,<br /> +My lady ever-honor'd; saw yet never eye<br /> +In all this world a fairer; she's of all queens the best;<br /> +The lord of such a lady must be supremely blest."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Then, as thou lov'st me, Rudeger, go, court her for my bride,<br /> +And if I should come ever to lie by Kriemhild's side,<br /> +Assure thee, to my utmost I will thy pains requite;<br /> +Well thou hast ever serv'd me, and done my will aright.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Out of my treasure-chamber whate'er thou wilt I'll give,<br /> +That thou and thy companions merrily may live.<br /> +Clothes, horses, all thou needest, I'll willingly defray.<br /> +Of such make full provision, and speed thee on thy way."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">187</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto in answer Rudeger, the wealthy margrave, spake,<br /> +"Surely 'twould ill beseem me ought from the stores to take.<br /> +Fain will I bear thy message to the Rhenish brethren bold<br /> +From my own rich possessions, that of thee I have and hold."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the mighty monarch, "Now when will you ride<br /> +To seek my love and lady? God be your guard and guide,<br /> +And keep you both in safety through all the paths you trace,<br /> +And fortune speed my wooing, that I may win my lady's grace."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then Rudeger made answer, "Ere this land we quit,<br /> +With weapons and with raiment our band we out must fit,<br /> +That we before the princes in splendor due may shine.<br /> +Five hundred stately warriors I'll lead unto the Rhine;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That, when the stout Burgundians me and mine shall see,<br /> +It by all beholders at once confess'd shall be,<br /> +That ne'er despatch'd a monarch, on distant wooing bent,<br /> +A band more choice and numerous than thou to Rhine hast sent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And, noble king, remember whom thou desir'st to wed;<br /> +The first of martial champions, Sir Siegfried, shar'd her bed,<br /> +The son of royal Siegmund; thou hast seen him here before;<br /> +From all, the highest honors, and well deserv'd, he bore."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then replied King Etzel, "If she was Siegfried's wife,<br /> +So honor'd was her husband, while he was yet in life,<br /> +That at my hands his consort will meet true love and care.<br /> +Heaven grant that I may find her as gracious as she's fair!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the noble margrave, "Thus then at once I say,<br /> +We'll fix for our departure the four and twentieth day.<br /> +Straight to my dear wife Gotelind I'll send to let her know,<br /> +That on this quest for Kriemhild I must in person go."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">188</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Rudeger to Bechlaren bade a courier speed amain;<br /> +The margravine his message fill'd both with joy and pain.<br /> +He told her he was going for the king to woo;<br /> +Fair Helca she remembered with tender love and true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Glad was she from her husband such tidings to receive,<br /> +And yet in part she sorrow'd; she could not choose but grieve,<br /> +In doubt to find a mistress so gracious as before,<br /> +And when she thought on Helca, her very heart was sore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V20_XX" id="V20_XX"></a><a href="#St_20_XX">XX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Seven days Sir Rudeger in Hungary abode;<br /> +Well pleas'd was stout King Etzel when forth his envoy rode.<br /> +In the city of Vienna was ordered all their weed.<br /> +The margrave would not tarry, but ever on would speed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Right gladly at Bechlaren he and his men were seen;<br /> +Him waited there Dame Gotelind and the young margravine<br /> +Rudeger's gentle daughter, and many a noble dame<br /> +Was there with fitting welcome as home the warriors came.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere the noble Rudeger to Bechlaren took his way<br /> +From the city of Vienna, the raiment rich and gay<br /> +Had safe arriv'd to meet them, full many a sumpter's load;<br /> +So strong they march'd, that little was robb'd upon the road.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When they came to Bechlaren, to his companions brave<br /> +A warm and hearty welcome, the host, as fitted, gave,<br /> +And in commodious chambers lodg'd them all and some.<br /> +Dame Gotelind the wealthy rejoic'd to see him come.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And so did his dear daughter, the fair young margravine.<br /> +Never were guests so welcome as these to her, I ween.<br /> +The chiefs that came from Hungary how gladly she survey'd!<br /> +Then thus with smiling aspect spake the noble maid.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">189</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Welcome home, dear father, welcome thy comrades too!"<br /> +Fair thanks were paid the damsel by all that knightly crew,<br /> +As them and her befitted, for her reception kind.<br /> +Well to Lady Gotelind was known her husband's mind.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As by the side of Rudeger that night awake she lay,<br /> +Thus in soft accents asking the margravine 'gan say,<br /> +"Whither have you been order'd by the King of Hungary?"<br /> +Said he, "My Lady Gotelind, I'll tell you willingly.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Our king again would marry now that fair Helca's dead,<br /> +And I must go a-wooing in royal Etzel's stead.<br /> +To ask the hand of Kriemhild hence to the Rhine I ride.<br /> +Here will she rule as lady with queenly power and pride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"God grant it!" answered Gotelind, "So 'twill be surely best.<br /> +We hear her praise and honor by every tongue confess'd.<br /> +She'll be to us hereafter what Helca was whilere.<br /> +We the proud crown of Hungary may gladly see her wear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the noble margrave, "Love and lady mine,<br /> +To the good knights, that with me prick hence unto the Rhine,<br /> +Give friendly gifts in plenty from our abundant store.<br /> +Fair robes and rich equipments the bold embolden more."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Whoe'er will take a present," she answer'd, "not a guest<br /> +Shall go by me unguerdon'd of what may suit him best.<br /> +Whoever poor dismounted, rich shall return to selle."<br /> +Thereto replied the margrave, "Your words content me well."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V20_XXXI" id="V20_XXXI"></a><a href="#St_20_XXXI">XXXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ah! what rich stuffs the warriors then from her chamber bore!<br /> +'Mong the good knights were mantles shar'd out in copious store,<br /> +Each with the patient needle well sewn from throat to spur.<br /> +Therefrom whatever pleas'd him chose out Sir Rudeger.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">190</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas on the seventh fair morning that from Bechlaren rode<br /> +The host and his companions; they through Bavaria yode<br /> +With store of arms and raiment, yet such was their array,<br /> +That robbers rarely ventur'd to assail them on their way.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Within twelve days of journey by Rhine they drew the rein.<br /> +The news of their arrival no secret could remain.<br /> +To the king and his liegemen at once the tidings ran,<br /> +That come were certain strangers; the host to ask began,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +If they were known to any; who knew, should say so straight<br /> +'Twas seen their sturdy sumpters bore many a heavy weight;<br /> +So, that they were wealthy, each took at once for known.<br /> +Forthwith were they to chambers in the wide city shown.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Since no man knew the strangers who to the land were come,<br /> +Narrowly was each chieftain observ'd by all and some.<br /> +They wonder'd wherefore came they, and from what distant coast.<br /> +The same of stout Sir Hagan inquir'd the anxious host.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the Knight of Trony, "I have not seen them yet;<br /> +I can inform you better when I and they have met.<br /> +Whatever be their country, how far soe'er it be,<br /> +They must indeed be strangers, if they're unknown to me."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now were in fitting chambers bestow'd the noble guests.<br /> +The margrave and his comrades all donn'd their choicest vests,<br /> +And rode to court attended; all gaz'd on them their fill;<br /> +Right gorgeous was their raiment, and cut with curious skill.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight cried the nimble Hagan, "If I conjecture right,<br /> +(Though now 'tis many a summer since last I saw the knight),<br /> +So moves yon gallant squadron, that we must needs have here<br /> +The mighty Hunnish margrave redoubted Rudeger."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">191</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay! how can I believe it," said Gunther instantly,<br /> +"That he of Bechlaren has come to Burgundy?"<br /> +The king had scarce well ended, when they had drawn so nigh,<br /> +That Hagan could for certain good Rudeger descry.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He and his friends ran forward, and flock'd the guests around.<br /> +Five hundred knights together sprung from horse to ground.<br /> +The valiant chiefs of Hungary were welcom'd o'er and o'er.<br /> +Messengers yet never such goodly raiment wore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the stout Knight of Trony spoke these fair words aloud,<br /> +"Now in God's name welcome all ye champions proud,<br /> +The Lord of Bechlaren and his followers bold."<br /> +The warlike Huns were greeted with honors manifold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +King Gunther's nearest kinsmen to see them forward press'd.<br /> +Ortwine of Metz thus friendly Sir Rudeger address'd,<br /> +"We ne'er have seen so gladly on any former day<br /> +Guests in the bounds of Rhineland; this can I truly say."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Much thanks for their fair welcome return'd the warriors all.<br /> +Thence forthwith stepp'd they forward into the spacious hall,<br /> +Where the king was seated amidst his chivalry.<br /> +He rose as in they enter'd, such was his courtesy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With what kind condescension to the messengers he went!<br /> +Gunther and Gernot welcom'd with friendly warm intent<br /> +Their guest and his companions, and made them fitting cheer.<br /> +By the hand then took King Gunther the noble Rudeger.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To the seat he brought him whereon himself he sat.<br /> +Then bade he hand the strangers (a joyful task was that)<br /> +Cups of his best metheglin and of the choicest wine<br /> +That ere was made from vineyards in the land all round the Rhine.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">192</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Giselher and Gary had both arriv'd at court,<br /> +Dankwart too and Folker had heard the glad report<br /> +Of such fair guests come thither; before the king they stood,<br /> +And joyously saluted the noble knights and good.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V20_XLVII" id="V20_XLVII"></a><a href="#St_20_XLVII">XLVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to his lord Sir Hagan the Knight of Trony spake,<br /> +"These chiefs to Gotelind's husband a fit return should make<br /> +For all the friendly service he did to us of yore.<br /> +We should at full requite him, and love him still the more."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus began King Gunther, "This now I needs must ask<br /> +How are they both who sent you (to tell me be your task),<br /> +King Etzel and Queen Helca, who reign in Hungary?"<br /> +The noble margrave answer'd, "I'll tell you willingly."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then from his seat the warrior uprose with all his train,<br /> +And thus bespake King Gunther, "If you, Sir King, are fain<br /> +To grant me gracious audience, nothing will I withhold.<br /> +The message, that I bring you, it shall be freely told."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "Whate'er the message that Etzel by you sends,<br /> +I give you leave to speak it without consulting friends.<br /> +At once then let me hear it, and these my comrades too.<br /> +All power you have with honor your business here to do."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the noble envoy, "My mighty sovran sends<br /> +His love sincere and service to you and all your friends.<br /> +Here in distant Rhineland, and I in honor bring<br /> +A true and faithful greeting from a true and faithful king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The noble king entreats you his sorrow to deplore;<br /> +His vassals all are mourning; my lady is no more,<br /> +Helca the fair and virtuous, who shar'd his royal bed.<br /> +Many a young maid is orphan'd now the good queen is dead.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">193</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Children of noble princes she train'd with fostering care;<br /> +Whom have they now, so truly a mother's charge to bear?<br /> +The land is all in sorrow, the king can nought but plain;<br /> +'Twill be long time, I fear me, ere he be blithe again."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now heaven him quit," said Gunther, "that with so fair intent<br /> +To me and mine so distant his service he hath sent.<br /> +I take his greeting kindly; henceforth, as best they may,<br /> +My kinsmen and my servants his favor shall repay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the bold Burgundian, Gernot the stout and true,<br /> +"The death of fair Queen Helca the world may ever rue.<br /> +Beauty and worth together are buried in her grave."<br /> +To the words of Sir Gernot assent Sir Hagan gave.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereon the high-born envoy his message freely told,<br /> +"King, since you have permitted, I'll to your ears unfold,<br /> +Wherefore my royal master me to your court has sent,<br /> +Plung'd as he is in sorrow and doleful dreariment.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"It has been told my master, Sir Siegfried now is dead,<br /> +And Kriemhild left a widow; if thus they both have sped,<br /> +Would you but permit her, she the crown shall wear<br /> +Before the knights of Etzel, this bids me my good lord declare."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto the king made answer, with courteous kind intent,<br /> +"She will perform my pleasure if she to this consent.<br /> +Within three days I'll tell you whether her mind be so.<br /> +How can I promise Etzel; till first her will I know?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V20_LIX" id="V20_LIX"></a><a href="#St_20_LIX">LIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile the guests were feasted and furnish'd with the best,<br /> +And all so well entreated, that Rudeger confess'd<br /> +That among Gunther's vassals true friends he sure had won.<br /> +With zeal him serv'd Sir Hagan, as he once to him had done.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">194</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So to the third day rested Sir Rudeger and his crew.<br /> +Meanwhile the king took counsel ('twas wisdom so to do),<br /> +And ask'd, what thought his kinsmen, if 'twere a fitting thing,<br /> +That Kriemhild for her husband should take the noble king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All with one voice advis'd it; Hagan alone said nay;<br /> +Then to the bold knight Gunther thus 'gan the warrior say,<br /> +"If you are in your senses, beware what I foresee.<br /> +E'en with consent of Kriemhild ne'er let this marriage be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Wherefore," returned King Gunther, "should I oppose her will?<br /> +Whate'er may please fair Kriemhild, I'll grant it freely still.<br /> +Remember, she's my sister; let her this crown obtain.<br /> +Ourselves should seek th' alliance, if honor thence she gain."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied Sir Hagan, "Let this no farther go;<br /> +If you knew King Etzel as I King Etzel know,<br /> +You ne'er would let him wed her as now I hear you say,<br /> +But rather look for ruin from this same marriage day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V20_LXIV" id="V20_LXIV"></a><a href="#St_20_LXIV">LXIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What should I fear?" said Gunther, "Safe can I keep me still.<br /> +I dwell from him so distant, he ne'er can work me ill.<br /> +E'en though he wed my sister, I'll never come him nigh."<br /> +Once more rejoin'd Sir Hagan, "This ne'er advise will I."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For Gernot and young Giselher in haste King Gunther sent,<br /> +To learn of both the brethren whether they were content<br /> +That their fair sister Kriemhild should be King Etzel's bride.<br /> +Still gainsaid Sir Hagan, and not a soul beside.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">195</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the bold Burgundian, Giselher the good knight.<br /> +"Now may you, friend Hagan, do what is just and right.<br /> +Make her full atonement, whom you have caus'd such pain,<br /> +Nor of the gift of fortune deprive her once again.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yes, you have cost my sister so many a bitter tear,"<br /> +Thus further spoke the warrior redoubted Giselher,<br /> +"That she has cause to hate you; this must yourself confess,<br /> +For ne'er by man was woman spoil'd of such happiness."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What I foresee for certain, that give I you to know.<br /> +If she but wed King Etzel and to his country go,<br /> +Some way she'll work us mischief, and bring revenge to bear.<br /> +She'll have all at her service many a good warrior there."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto the bold Sir Gernot thus in answer said,<br /> +"All then may rest in quiet e'en till they both are dead.<br /> +For wherefore should we ever set foot on Etzel's ground?<br /> +But yet to serve her truly we're all in honor bound."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto thus answer'd Hagan, "For that I little care;<br /> +Let but the noble Kriemhild the crown of Helca wear,<br /> +Howe'er she plot our ruin, 'twill sure and sudden fall.<br /> +So let alone this matter; 'twere better so for all."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake in wrath Sir Giselher, fair Uta's youngest son,<br /> +"We must not sure like traitors demean us every one.<br /> +Her good should make us happy, her hopes we should fulfil.<br /> +Howe'er you murmur, Hagan, I'll serve her truly still."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ill pleas'd thereat was Hagan, and darkly frowning stood.<br /> +Gernot straight and Giselher, the noble knights and good,<br /> +And the rich King Gunther in this conclusion met,<br /> +T' assent, if Kriemhild wish'd it, and all ill will forget.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">196</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'll go and tell my lady," said Gary there in place,<br /> +"That forthwith to King Etzel she may accord her grace.<br /> +He holds such countless warriors beneath his awful sway;<br /> +Full well may he requite her for many a mournful day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Swift went the chief to Kriemhild, exulting for her sake;<br /> +Gladly she receiv'd him; how quickly then he spake!<br /> +"Well may you greet me, lady; my newsman's guerdon give;<br /> +You and your woes are parted—henceforth with pleasure live.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"One of the mightiest monarchs that ever sceptre bore<br /> +Of far-extended kingdoms, or crown imperial wore,<br /> +Now for your love is suing; noble knights, his friends,<br /> +Are hither come to woo you; this news your brother sends."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the sorrow-laden, "Now God in heaven forfend<br /> +That you, or any other that calls himself my friend,<br /> +Should mock a lonely widow! Who once has gain'd the free<br /> +And virgin love of woman, how can he think of me?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Firmly she made denial; together came to her<br /> +Next her two faithful brethren, Gernot and Giselher.<br /> +With loving words they cheer'd her, and kindly urg'd her, too,<br /> +To take the king for husband; right well she thus would do.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Yet could not all persuasion the faithful mourner bring<br /> +To choose a second lover, and yield unto the king.<br /> +Then begg'd the noble warriors, "If nothing more can be,<br /> +Consent at least a moment the messengers to see."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'll not deny," soft sighing the noble dame replied,<br /> +"But that I'd fain see Rudeger renown'd so far and wide<br /> +For all his many virtues: 'tis due to him alone;<br /> +Were't any other envoy, to him I'd ne'er be known.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">197</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So beg him," said she further, "to let me see him here<br /> +In my bower to-morrow; then I'll acquaint his ear<br /> +Myself with all my wishes and tell him all my tale."<br /> +Then bitterly began she once more to weep and wail.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Nothing the noble Rudeger had more desir'd, I ween,<br /> +Than to obtain an audience of that fair widow'd queen.<br /> +Such he well knew his wisdom and smooth persuasive skill,<br /> +He doubted not, to reason he'd bend her stubborn will.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So early on the morrow, about the matin song,<br /> +Forth came the noble envoys; there was a mighty throng;<br /> +To court with the good margrave there went a gorgeous crowd,<br /> +In glittering weed accoutred, of high-born knights and proud.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Kriemhild, the fair, the spotless, amidst her ladies stood,<br /> +Waiting for Sir Rudeger the noble envoy good.<br /> +He found her in the vesture that every day she wore;<br /> +Her dames stood by in raiment all work'd and broider'd o'er.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To the door to meet him with stately step she went,<br /> +And well and warmly welcom'd the chief from Etzel sent.<br /> +Eleven good knights were with him, himself the twelfth was there.<br /> +Ne'er came such high-born suitors to woo a queen so fair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They bade the chief be seated, and with him all his band.<br /> +There the two noble margraves were seen before her stand,<br /> +Eckewart and Gary; none there was blithe or glad;<br /> +All wore one face of mourning, e'en as their lady sad.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">198</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Before her meekly seated many a fair maid was seen,<br /> +Pale sorrowful companions of that woe-wither'd queen.<br /> +The cloth, that veil'd her bosom, with scalding tears was wet.<br /> +Well saw the noble margrave, her grief was lively yet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the high-born envoy, "Fair child of mightiest kings,<br /> +To me and to my comrades after our wanderings,<br /> +Vouchsafe now your permission before you here to stand,<br /> +And tell what brought us hither from our far-distant land."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now take my full permission," the queen said with a sigh,<br /> +"And speak your wishes freely; not ill inclin'd am I<br /> +To hear you, honored margrave! You are an envoy good."<br /> +Thereby her firm reluctance the rest well understood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the Prince of Bechlaren, Sir Rudeger, thus spake,<br /> +"The mighty monarch Etzel, lady! for your fair sake<br /> +Has bidd'n me journey hither, and many a good knight too<br /> +Has sent with me to Rhineland all for your hand to sue.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XC</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"True love to you he proffers, pleasure unmix'd with pain,<br /> +A firm unswerving friendship, that shall to death remain;<br /> +Such love he bore Dame Helca; deep in his heart she lay;<br /> +He now for her lost virtues leads many a joyless day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus the queen made answer, "Margrave Rudeger,<br /> +If man could feel my sorrows, no suit would vex my ear,<br /> +Again to take a husband, and be again undone.<br /> +More have I lost already than woman ever won."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What more amends for anguish," the warrior answer'd kind,<br /> +"Than faithful love unchanging, could one the blessing find,<br /> +Choosing the heart's beloved and choosing not amiss?<br /> +For life-consuming sorrow what sweeter balm than this?<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">199</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XCIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To love my noble master should you consenting deign,<br /> +You o'er twelve mighty kingdoms a crownéd queen shall reign.<br /> +And more than thirty princedoms he at your feet will lay,<br /> +Won by his matchless puissance in many a bloody fray.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To you, besides, obedience many a good knight shall do,<br /> +That to my Lady Helca were wont to serve and sue.<br /> +And all the dames and damsels, that once swell'd Helca's state.<br /> +Daughters of high-born princes, shall now on Kriemhild wait.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thereto my lord will give you (this bade he me declare),<br /> +If you vouchsafe beside him the queenly crown to wear,<br /> +The highest rights and honors that once were Helca's due;<br /> +All these before his liegemen shall be transferred to you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How can I feel contented," the mourning queen replied,<br /> +"To wed another hero, a widow and a bride?<br /> +Grim Death in one already has wounded me so sore,<br /> +That nought can now await me, but sorrow evermore."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fair queen," the Huns made answer, "if only you consent,<br /> +Your days will with King Etzel so royally be spent,<br /> +That each will, as it passes, some varied pleasure bring;<br /> +Such store of courtly warriors has our redoubted king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Together Helca's damsels and your fair maids will vie<br /> +In zeal to do you service, one blooming company;<br /> +Good knights will there be merry amid so bright a train;<br /> +Be well advis'd, high lady! in sooth 'twill be your gain."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Well," said she, soft and courteous, "this converse now give o'er<br /> +Until to-morrow morning, then hither come once more,<br /> +And then your monarch's message I'll answer as I may."<br /> +The high-descended warriors could not but obey.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">200</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">C</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So to their several chambers the lofty strangers went.<br /> +Straight to her brother Giselher the noble lady sent,<br /> +And eke to her good mother; to both them 'gan she say,<br /> +That nothing now became her but to weep her life away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake her brother Giselher, "Sister, I have been told,<br /> +And I would fain believe it, that all thy griefs of old,<br /> +Etzel will turn to joyance if thou with him wilt dwell.<br /> +Whatever others counsel, I like this marriage well.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thee will he sure," he added, "for all the past repay,<br /> +For there reigns ne'er a monarch of such redoubted sway<br /> +From Rhone to Rhine, believe me, from th' Elbe to the salt sea.<br /> +With such a king for husband needs must thou happy be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! why," said she, "dear brother, advise me to my bale?<br /> +Sure it befits me better ever to weep and wail.<br /> +How could I ever venture to yonder court to go?<br /> +If I once had beauty, 'tis withered all with woe."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereat to her dear daughter, the Lady Uta spake,<br /> +"Give ear unto thy brethren, dear child, their counsel take;<br /> +Do what thy friends advise thee, 'twill to thy profit be.<br /> +Thy never-ending sorrow it has griev'd my heart to see."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Full oft she God entreated, nor ceas'd for wealth to pray,<br /> +That she might give to others gold, silver, garments gay,<br /> +As erst, ere noble Siegfried, her warlike lord, was slain,<br /> +Yet never liv'd the mourner such happy hours again.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to herself thus thought she, "How can I Etzel wed?<br /> +I, a Christian woman, share a heathen's bed?<br /> +Throughout the world dishonor would surely be my due.<br /> +No—not for all his kingdoms thus could I ever do."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">201</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">CVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So let she rest the matter. All night till break of day<br /> +With troublous thoughts companion'd on her weary couch she lay,<br /> +Nor ceas'd the tears a moment from her fair eyes to flow,<br /> +Till early dawn to matins bade the pale mourner go.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just at mass time returning the kings her brethren came;<br /> +To their reluctant sister their suit was still the same;<br /> +To wed the King of Hungary they urg'd her o'er and o'er,<br /> +But not a whit more yielding they found her than before.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then summon'd were the warriors that came on Etzel's part;<br /> +They sought a farewell audience ere they should home depart,<br /> +Successful or successless, as it might chance to fall.<br /> +To court straight came Sir Rudeger and his valiant comrades all.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +These press'd their noble leader ever by the way<br /> +To learn the mind of Gunther, and that without delay,<br /> +For they had far to travel back to their homes, they said.<br /> +Straight was good Sir Rudeger to Kriemhild's presence led.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With soft persuasive accents the knight began to pray<br /> +The fair and high-born lady, that she to him would say,<br /> +What answer to King Etzel she to return would deign.<br /> +Naught, ween I, but denial he from her lips could gain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"She'd take no second husband, love she could feel for none."<br /> +"Nay," said the noble margrave, "that were unwisely done.<br /> +Why such surpassing beauty waste in a mourning bed?<br /> +'Twould sure be to your honor a loving lord to wed."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In vain they her entreated, in vain to her they pray'd,<br /> +Till to the queen the margrave this secret promise made,<br /> +"He'd full amends procure her for past or future ill."<br /> +Those words her storm-toss'd bosom had power in part to still.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">202</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">CXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spoke he to the princess, "Cease now to weep and moan;<br /> +Among the Huns to friend you had you but me alone,<br /> +And my fearless vassals, and eke my kinsmen true,<br /> +No one should work you mischief, but he should dearly rue."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +That still the more attemper'd her coy reluctant mood.<br /> +"Swear then, whoe'er may wrong me," the lofty dame pursued,<br /> +"You will be first and foremost revenge on him to take."<br /> +"Fain will I," said the margrave, "high lady, for your sake."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then swore to her Sir Rudeger and all his knightly train<br /> +To serve her ever truly, and all her rights maintain,<br /> +Nor e'er of her due honors scant her in Etzel's land.<br /> +Thereto gave the good margrave th' assurance of his hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thought the faithful mourner, "With such a host of friends,<br /> +Now the poor lonely widow may work her secret ends,<br /> +Nor care for what reflections the world on her may cast.<br /> +What if my lost beloved I may revenge at last?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thought she, "The halls of Etzel such countless heroes fill,<br /> +That I if I should rule them, may do whate'er I will.<br /> +Beside, the king's so wealthy, to give I shall have store,<br /> +As though injurious Hagan had robb'd me ne'er before."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So thus she spake to Rudeger, "If I only knew<br /> +That he was not a heathen, I'd go, and gladly too,<br /> +Wherever he requested, and be his faithful bride."<br /> +"Nay, lady," said the margrave, "such scruples cast aside.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V20_CXX" id="V20_CXX"></a><a href="#St_20_CXX">CXX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He is not quite a heathen, this take for truth you may;<br /> +My good lord was converted, as I have heard him say,<br /> +And then the faith abandon'd he had awhile profess'd.<br /> +This, if you love him, lady, may be with ease redress'd.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">203</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">CXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Of Christian faith moreover so many knights has he,<br /> +That at his court you'll ever be blithe and sorrow-free.<br /> +Perhaps, if you desire it, he may be christened too.<br /> +For this then scorn not Etzel, nor let him vainly woo."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as ceas'd the margrave, once more her brethren sued,<br /> +"Grant us this favor, sister, cheer up thy mournful mood."<br /> +So long they begg'd and pray'd her, that in the end they sped,<br /> +And, sighing soft, she promis'd that she would Etzel wed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She said, "You will I follow, poor, widow'd, lonely queen!<br /> +I'll to the Huns betake me, and here no more be seen,<br /> +If I've but friends to guide me hence to King Etzel's land."<br /> +Thereto before the heroes fair Kriemhild gave her hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the noble margrave, "If you have but two men,<br /> +I have more to join them; 'twere well adviséd then<br /> +Over the Rhine to bring you attended honorably;<br /> +You must not, lady, longer tarry here in Burgundy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Men have I five hundred, and kinsmen not a few,<br /> +All at your service, lady, both here and yonder too,<br /> +Whatever you command them; myself will foremost be;<br /> +If aught you will henceforward, speak but the word to me.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now bid your steeds be saddled, fair dame, and quickly too<br /> +(Ne'er shall Rudeger's counsels give you cause to rue),<br /> +And tell the gentle damsels who bear you company,<br /> +On the road good knights will meet us, the flower of chivalry."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Still had they many a trinket, in Siegfried's time uplaid<br /> +To guerdon the best rider; thus could she many a maid<br /> +Lead forth in fitting splendor, when hence to fare she sought;<br /> +Ah! what goodly saddles for the fair dames were brought!<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">204</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">CXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +If ever they had prank'd them in gay apparel dress'd,<br /> +Sure for the present journey her maids prepar'd their best;<br /> +They had heard of Etzel's splendor such tales as credence mock'd.<br /> +Every chest flew open, before kept closely lock'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They rested not a moment for four whole days and more.<br /> +Forth from the veiling wrappers the gorgeous vests they bore.<br /> +Kriemhild her treasure-chamber now to unlock began.<br /> +She long'd t' enrich the comrades of Rudeger, every man.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Gold had she yet remaining from the Nibelungers' land;<br /> +All wish'd she to th' Hungarians to give with lavish hand;<br /> +Sturdy mules a hundred could not have borne the same.<br /> +But the tale of this huge treasure to th' ear of Hagan came.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "She'll ne'er forgive me, that need I not be told;<br /> +So safe with us Burgundians shall stay Sir Siegfried's gold.<br /> +Why should I let such treasure to deadly foes accrue?<br /> +I know full well what Kriemhild with all this wealth will do.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"If once she hence could fetch it, I guess her whole intent;<br /> +I doubt not, every farthing would to my hurt be spent.<br /> +Besides, they have not horses such weight to undergo;<br /> +So Hagan here will keep it, and that shall Kriemhild know."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When she heard the tidings, she felt it grievous bale;<br /> +To the three kings together full soon was told the tale.<br /> +They wish'd they could avert it, but nothing hence ensued.<br /> +Then thus the noble Rudeger spoke in right merry mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Rich and noble princess, why sorrow for the gold?<br /> +Let but the eyes of Etzel your peerless fair behold,<br /> +So much the king adores you (for this on me depend)<br /> +He'll give you far more treasure than you can ever spend."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">205</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">CXXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto the queen made answer, "Right noble Rudeger,<br /> +More wealth had never princess in kingdom far or near,<br /> +Than this outrageous Hagan has foully reft from me."<br /> +Then came her brother Gernot to her chamber hastily.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king's key in a moment he dash'd into the door.<br /> +The gold of Lady Kriemhild, thirty thousand marks or more,<br /> +Out was laid in order from the secret cell.<br /> +He bade the strangers take it; that pleas'd King Gunther well.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then he of Bechlaren, fair Gotelind's husband, spake:<br /> +"If my Lady Kriemhild had power with her to take<br /> +All that from Nibelung's country was ever brought to Rhine,<br /> +Yet touch'd should it be never by her hand or by mine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So let it here be treasur'd, for none of it will I.<br /> +From home I have hither brought such a large supply,<br /> +That on the road full lightly we can with this dispense,<br /> +So amply are we furnish'd for all the journey hence."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Twelve chests of gold, the choicest that e'er was seen of eye,<br /> +Her maidens had kept ever in close reserve laid by.<br /> +Now with them, as they parted, they took the precious load,<br /> +With store of women's trinkets, to serve them on the road.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Still she look'd for violence from Hagan bad and bold.<br /> +She had yet for pious uses a thousand marks of gold.<br /> +These for the soul of Siegfried, her dearest lord, she gave.<br /> +"Her love," thought noble Rudeger, "lives e'en beyond the grave."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake again the mourner: "Where are my friends," said she,<br /> +"Who will a life of exile endure for love of me?<br /> +They with the banish'd widow to Hungary must ride;<br /> +Let them take of my treasures, and clothes and steeds provide."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">206</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">CXLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake to the sad princess the Margrave Eckewart,<br /> +"Since of your royal household first I form'd a part,<br /> +I've done you loyal service; this can I truly say,<br /> +And will the like do ever e'en to my dying day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Of my men, too, five hundred to guard you I will lead,<br /> +All at your disposal, faithful and good at need.<br /> +Us from the side of Kriemhild death alone shall part."<br /> +She bow'd to him in silence; his words went to her heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then forth were led their horses; start must they presently;<br /> +There all around them flocking their friends wept bitterly.<br /> +Surely did wealthy Uta with her fair maidens show<br /> +How deeply they lamented that Kriemhild was to go.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V20_CXLV" id="V20_CXLV"></a><a href="#St_20_CXLV">CXLV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +A hundred high-born damsels begirt the parting queen,<br /> +All clad, as well became them, in robes of glittering sheen.<br /> +Full many a tear of sorrow from their bright eyes was shed.<br /> +At Etzel's court soon after a joyous life they led.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then in place young Giselher and Gernot you might view;<br /> +They came, through love to Kriemhild, with all their followers true.<br /> +On her way the brethren to bring their sister sought,<br /> +And with them well accoutred a thousand warriors brought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then came the active Gary, Ortwine was present too,<br /> +And there the steward Rumold his duty had to do.<br /> +These found them fitting quarters e'en to the Danube's shore.<br /> +A little from the city rode Gunther, and no more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CXLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere from the Rhine for ever their eastward steps they bent,<br /> +They to the Huns beforehand swift messengers had sent,<br /> +To tell the stout King Etzel what Rudeger had done,<br /> +And how he peerless Kriemhild for his lord had woo'd and won.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">207</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">CXLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The messengers spurr'd hotly; no time had they to lose;<br /> +They rode at once for honor and the guerdon of good news.<br /> +When home they brought the tidings, and all the truth made clear,<br /> +Word surely never sounded so sweet in Etzel's ear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For joy of such fair tidings the king was pleas'd to give<br /> +The messengers such presents, that thenceforth each might live<br /> +Merrily for ever, e'en to his dying day.<br /> +Through love the king's long sorrow vanish'd at once away.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTY-FIRST_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTY-FIRST_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTY-FIRST ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW KRIEMHILD DEPARTED</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Enough now of the messengers; we'll tell you, as we may,<br /> +How the queen through the country went riding on her way,<br /> +And where Gernot and Giselher, who forth with her had passed,<br /> +And serv'd her well and truly, took leave of her at last.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On rode they to the Danube, and Vergen now was near<br /> +When leave they took, lamenting of the queen their sister dear,<br /> +For to the Rhine together they would retrace their road.<br /> +As such nigh kindred parted, many a sad tear there flow'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V21_III" id="V21_III"></a><a href="#St_21_III">III</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +As leave took Sir Giselher, to his sister thus said he,<br /> +"Lady, if hereafter thou e'er have need of me,<br /> +Whatever be thy danger, if thou but let me know,<br /> +Straight to the land of Etzel to serve thee will I go."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">208</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All those, who were her kinsmen, kiss'd on her mouth the queen.<br /> +That day a loving farewell 'twixt Kriemhild's friends was seen<br /> +And the good margrave's vassals; they thence asunder sped.<br /> +The high-born queen right onward many a fair maiden led.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Fivescore and four together, a richly vested throng<br /> +In stuffs of divers colors; many a buckler strong<br /> +Follow'd the lovely lady, while many a knight of pride,<br /> +At length from her departing, turn'd rein and homeward hied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence down the stream advancing, they rode Bavaria through;<br /> +Then all around spread tidings, that with hot haste a crew<br /> +Of strangers on were coming. Where now an abbey stands,<br /> +And where to reach the Danube the swift Inn scours the lands,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V21_VII" id="V21_VII"></a><a href="#St_21_VII">VII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +There sat in Passau city a bishop of good report.<br /> +Straight empty was each chamber, and eke the prince's court.<br /> +All were forthwith pricking to Bavarian ground,<br /> +Where the good Bishop Pilgrin the Lady Kriemhild found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The good knights of the country were not ill pleas'd, I ween,<br /> +To see so many a beauty about the stately queen.<br /> +With loving looks they courted the maids of lofty race.<br /> +Then led was every stranger to seemly resting-place.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They there at Pledelingen were lodg'd as best might be.<br /> +On all sides all came flocking the noble guests to see.<br /> +Whome'er they met, were ready alike to give or do<br /> +Whate'er was to their honor, both there and elsewhere too.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">209</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With his niece, the bishop straight to Passau sped.<br /> +Forthwith the merry tidings among the burghers spread,<br /> +Kriemhild was thither coming, their prince's sister's child;<br /> +The merchants well receiv'd her, the queenly lady mild.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Much desir'd the bishop that they awhile would stay;<br /> +Then said the good Sir Eckewart, "No, we must hence away<br /> +(Howe'er well pleas'd to linger), down to Rudeger's land.<br /> +His knights await our coming, and think us close at hand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Already had fair Gotelind the joyful tidings heard;<br /> +She and her noble daughter quick themselves bestirr'd.<br /> +She had been advis'd by Rudeger, her lord and master dear,<br /> +It seem'd him right and fitting, that, the sad queen to cheer,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She should ride and meet her with his vassals every one,<br /> +Up to the Ems advancing. This was no sooner done,<br /> +Than, afoot or in saddle, all together ran;<br /> +The roads throughout the country were alive with horse and man.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V21_XIV" id="V21_XIV"></a><a href="#St_21_XIV">XIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +To Efferding fair Kriemhild had now her journey made;<br /> +Many a Bavarian pricker his hands had gladly laid<br /> +On the costly baggage as is their custom still,<br /> +And thus the noble travellers would have suffer'd loss and ill,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But those light-finger'd rovers the margrave could not brook.<br /> +A thousand knights and better to guard his march he took;<br /> +Thither, too, his consort fair Gotelind had come,<br /> +And in bright array around her his vassals all and some.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence o'er the Traun they hasten'd, and forthwith all around<br /> +With tents and huts bespotted the plain of Ems they found.<br /> +There the noble travellers that night their lodging made.<br /> +The bands of knights their charges by Rudeger were paid.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">210</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +No longer in her quarters fair Gotelind abode;<br /> +Many a wanton palfrey pranc'd in the crowded road,<br /> +Every bridle jingling, and glittering every selle.<br /> +Right hearty was the welcome; it pleas'd the margrave well.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now on both sides advancing the gorgeous trains drew near.<br /> +Many a good knight between them forth prick'd in full career,<br /> +And waged the mimic battle; their knightly sports, I ween,<br /> +Drew many a damsel's glances, nor irk'd the stately queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When met the noble strangers and Rudeger's vassals true,<br /> +Up in the air, loud crashing, many a splinter flew<br /> +From the hands of heroes in knightly exercise.<br /> +Well before the ladies rode they for the prize.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon was o'er the tourney; the knights together sped,<br /> +Each friendly greeting other; then Gotelind forth was led,<br /> +Her duty to Queen Kriemhild in humble guise to pay.<br /> +The skill'd in ladies' service, scant leisure sure had they.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To meet his wife, the margrave rode forward from the queen.<br /> +Not ill pleas'd was surely the noble margravine,<br /> +That back from Rhine so hearty had come her own good knight.<br /> +Her long-brooded sorrows vanish'd in delight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now had pass'd the welcome the loving pair between,<br /> +He bade her with her ladies alight upon the green.<br /> +None then was idle standing among the nobles there;<br /> +All busily bestirr'd them in the service of the fair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the Lady Kriemhild beheld the margravine<br /> +There with the ladies standing, rode on a space the queen;<br /> +Then sudden check'd her palfrey (the bit he answer'd well)<br /> +And instant bade her servants lift her down from selle.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">211</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then might you see the bishop, already sprung from steed,<br /> +Him and good Sir Eckewart, his niece to Gotelind lead.<br /> +All there made way before them as softly on they came.<br /> +Then on the mouth the wanderer kiss'd the good margrave's dame.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the wife of Rudeger, with tender love and true,<br /> +"Now well is me, dear lady, that one so fair as you<br /> +Here at last in our country I with my eyes have seen.<br /> +Ne'er in these times, be certain, so happy have I been."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V21_XXVI" id="V21_XXVI"></a><a href="#St_21_XXVI">XXVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now heaven you quit," said Kriemhild, "for all that you have done.<br /> +Should we live, noble Gotelind, both I and Botlung's son,<br /> +You may indeed be thankful that you have look'd on me."<br /> +'Twas all unknown to either what after was to be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Courteously one to another went many a blooming maid;<br /> +Young knights to yield them service with ready zeal essay'd;<br /> +So after kindly greeting (though erst unknown I ween)<br /> +They soon came friends together close sitting on the green.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With wine were serv'd the ladies; by this 'twas height of noon;<br /> +The noble knights and damsels again were moving soon.<br /> +Thence rode they to a meadow where spacious tents were pight,<br /> +And all within made ready for solace and delight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There through the dark they rested till morn began to smile.<br /> +They of Bechlaren bestirr'd themselves the while,<br /> +For such guests and so many fittingly to prepare.<br /> +The margrave so had order'd, little was wanting there.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">212</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There might you see wide open every window in every wall;<br /> +The gates of Bechlaren were back thrown one and all;<br /> +In rode the guests; loud shouted the townsmen least and most;<br /> +Choice quarters were prepar'd them by the care of the noble host.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sir Rudeger's fair daughter with her maidens went<br /> +Where the queen she greeted with loving kind intent;<br /> +There found she, too, her mother, who had with Kriemhild stay'd.<br /> +Meanwhile to each fair damsel was joyous welcome made.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So either party mingled, and each went hand in hand<br /> +Into a spacious palace with curious cunning plann'd;<br /> +Beneath it roll'd the Danube; there took they all their ease,<br /> +In gentle pastime sitting, fann'd by the river breeze.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What further pass'd among them is more than I can say.<br /> +Sore murmur'd Kriemhild's followers that they must hence away,<br /> +And leave the pleasant city where such kind friends abode.<br /> +Ah! what good warriors with them from Bechlaren rode!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To them much loving service the noble margrave paid;<br /> +Then to fair Gotelind's daughter the queen a present made;<br /> +She gave her twelve red armlets, and robes so richly wrought,<br /> +That with her nothing better to Etzel's land she brought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Albeit the wondrous treasure now was hers no more,<br /> +Still, from the small remainder of her once boundless store,<br /> +Whome'er she saw, her bounty made every one content,<br /> +And now to Rudeger's household right precious gifts she sent.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">213</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In turn, as well befitted her state and lofty line,<br /> +So well Dame Gotelind treated the strangers from the Rhine,<br /> +That few were there among them, but from her copious store<br /> +Precious stones in plenty or gorgeous raiment bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When they their fast had broken, and ready were to part,<br /> +Then the noble hostess with true and faithful heart<br /> +Proffer'd her constant service to Etzel's stately queen,<br /> +Who much caress'd and fondly the fair young margravine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To the queen said the damsel, "If it seem you well,<br /> +Of the mind of my father this I can truly tell,<br /> +That he would gladly send me among the Huns to you."<br /> +That the young maiden lov'd her, how well fair Kriemhild knew!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their horses now were saddled, and brought before the town.<br /> +Thither the noble Kriemhild came from the castle down,<br /> +And bade farewell to Gotelind and to her daughter dear.<br /> +Many a maid of many a maiden took leave with many a tear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V21_XL" id="V21_XL"></a><a href="#St_21_XL">XL</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +They look'd on one another but seldom from that day.<br /> +At Medilich to the strangers were handed on the way<br /> +Rich golden cups, well fashion'd, and thereto, as a sign<br /> +Of free and hearty welcome, fill'd to the brim with wine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Here held his wary station a host that Astolt hight;<br /> +From him the road to Austria the travellers learn'd aright,<br /> +Toward Mautern down the Danube; all anxious there were seen<br /> +To meet with zealous service King Etzel's gracious queen.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">214</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There lovingly the bishop parted from his niece,<br /> +How strongly he advis'd her to live in joy and peace,<br /> +And gain fair fame and credit as Helca did of yore!<br /> +Ah! what high honors thenceforth among the Huns she bore!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence their way to the Traisem the noble strangers made.<br /> +The men of the good margrave all fair attendance paid,<br /> +Till the Huns to meet them came riding o'er the green.<br /> +Then with royal honors was welcomed the fair queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Fast beside the Traisem the King of Hungary<br /> +Possess'd a famous castle kept well and warily;<br /> +It's name was Zeissenmauer; there Helca once did dwell,<br /> +Displaying such high virtues, that none could her excel,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Save only peerless Kriemhild, who well knew how to give;<br /> +Sure, after all her sorrows, she might contented live,<br /> +Such crowds of Etzel's warriors were proud on her to wait,<br /> +Adorers of her beauty and vassals of her state.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Wide was the rule of Etzel, and wider his renown;<br /> +The most redoubted champions from castle and from town<br /> +Were at his court assembled; together, all and some,<br /> +Christian knights and Paynim, they now with him were come.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With him at every season was many a prowest chief<br /> +Alike of heathen doctrine and of the true belief.<br /> +Whate'er his faith, each warrior was prompt at Etzel's call,<br /> +And the king was so gracious, he gave enough to all.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">215</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTY-SECOND_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTY-SECOND_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTY-SECOND ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THE HUNS RECEIVED KRIEMHILD</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Kriemhild at Zeissenmauer remain'd till the fourth day;<br /> +On the roads, while there she rested, the dust no moment lay.<br /> +It seem'd the land was burning, so smok'd each hoof-beat plain,<br /> +As Etzel's men through Austria came trampling on amain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When to the monarch's hearing the joyful tidings came.<br /> +How stately through his country rode the Burgundian dame,<br /> +All sorrow in a moment was from his heart effac'd;<br /> +To meet his love and lady he spurred with burning haste.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Good knights of many a region and many a foreign tongue<br /> +Prick'd before King Etzel, that all the champaign rung;<br /> +Christian and heathen squadrons, careering wide around,<br /> +Advanc'd in dazzling splendor to where the queen they found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Chiefs from Greece and Russia in crowds were there to meet;<br /> +Polacks and Wallachians there were spurring fleet.<br /> +Each his fiery charger had in due command;<br /> +Each display'd the customs of his own native land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From Kiev came many a champion, each in fair array,<br /> +And savage Petchenegers, that ever on their way<br /> +Kept shooting from the saddle at wild birds as they flew;<br /> +The arrow-head full strongly to the bend of the bow they drew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Fast by the flowing Danube there stands on Austrian ground<br /> +A city that hight Tulna; there first fair Kriemhild found<br /> +Many an outlandish custom, and was with welcome sought<br /> +By many a knight, whom after to doom and death she brought.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">216</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Before King Etzel riding his household forward came,<br /> +Four and twenty princes of loftiest birth and name,<br /> +Merry, and rich, and courtly, and glittering all with gold,<br /> +Who long'd for nothing better than their lady to behold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Duke Ramung of Wallachia rode trampling o'er the plain;<br /> +Seven hundred chosen warriors behind him held the rein;<br /> +You might see them speeding like wild birds in their flight.<br /> +Thither came Prince Gibek with many a squadron bright.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Swift Hornbog, with a thousand trampling the dusty green,<br /> +Left the side of the monarch, and gallop'd toward the queen.<br /> +After their country's fashion they shouted shrill and loud.<br /> +Hotly was also ridden by Etzel's kinsmen proud.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hawart was there of Denmark (a champion bold was he),<br /> +And the nimble Iring from falsehood ever free,<br /> +And Irnfried of Thüringia, a stern and stately knight.<br /> +These receiv'd fair Kriemhild with all the pomp they might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With men at arms twelve hundred advanc'd they o'er the lea.<br /> +Thither too from Hungary rode on with thousands three<br /> +Sir Blœdel, Etzel's brother, for knightly deeds renown'd;<br /> +He mov'd with princely splendor to where the queen he found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Last the great King Etzel and eke Sir Dietrich came<br /> +With all his brave companions; there many a knight of fame<br /> +And proud descent was present, prudent, and bold, and true,<br /> +High beat the heart of Kriemhild their wide array to view.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V22_XIII" id="V22_XIII"></a><a href="#St_22_XIII">XIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the queen beside him thus spoke Sir Rudeger;<br /> +"Lady, with your permission the king I'll welcome here.<br /> +Whome'er to kiss I bid you, let it straight be done.<br /> +It fits not, such a favor be granted every one."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">217</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight from her sleek palfrey the queen was lifted down;<br /> +No longer dallied Etzel, the king of wide renown;<br /> +From horse with many a warrior he lighted on the green,<br /> +And merrily went forward to meet the noble queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Two great and mighty princes, as has to us been told,<br /> +Advanc'd with the fair lady in raiment rich with gold,<br /> +As the wide-ruling Etzel approached his bride to meet,<br /> +When she deign'd the monarch with a loving kiss to greet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that her veil back threw she; forth beam'd her rosy hue<br /> +From the gold around it; many were there to view;<br /> +All own'd Dame Helca's beauty scarce with hers could vie.<br /> +There the king's brother Blœdel close was standing by.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Him the first kiss'd Kriemhild as bade the margrave good,<br /> +And next to him King Gibek; there too Sir Dietrich stood.<br /> +Twelve, the chief and noblest, were kiss'd by Etzel's bride.<br /> +With courteous grace she welcom'd many a good knight beside.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All the while that Etzel talk'd with his lady true,<br /> +The young knights were doing as young knights now will do.<br /> +They tried their skill in tilting as best they could devise,<br /> +Christian alike and heathen each in his country's guise.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V22_XIX" id="V22_XIX"></a><a href="#St_22_XIX">XIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +In Dietrich's men bold bearing and knightly you might spy.<br /> +How high above the bucklers they made the splinters fly<br /> +(So mighty was their puissance) and deafen'd all the field!<br /> +By the German strangers pierc'd through was many a shield.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The crash of spears resounded as band encounter'd band.<br /> +Thither were come from all sides the warriors of the land,<br /> +And the king's guests together, nobles in proud array;<br /> +Thence now with Lady Kriemhild King Etzel went his way.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">218</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Close by, a rich pavilion for their retreat they found;<br /> +Crowded with tents and cabins was all the field around.<br /> +There, after all their labors, their languid limbs they laid.<br /> +Many a good warrior thither led many a gentle maid,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Where on a cushion'd sofa rich beyond compare<br /> +The stately queen was seated: the margrave's anxious care<br /> +For all things most convenient to pomp and ease had sent,<br /> +And so at once serv'd Kriemhild, and gave the king content.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V22_XXIII" id="V22_XXIII"></a><a href="#St_22_XXIII">XXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The tale then told by Etzel is more than I can say;<br /> +Soft in his hand reposing her snowy fingers lay.<br /> +So sat they gentle toying, for Rudeger, I ween,<br /> +Left not the king a moment in secret with the queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then o'er the spacious meadow they bade the tourney cease;<br /> +With honor all that tumult now was hush'd in peace.<br /> +Then Etzel's men betook them to cabin, booth, or tent;<br /> +Fit and convenient harbor they found where'er they went.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The day at last was ended, then took they their repose,<br /> +Till, at her hour returning, the cheerful dawn arose.<br /> +Then hasten'd many a warrior to horse at once to spring.<br /> +Ah! what pastimes plied they in honor of the king!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king his Huns exhorted to do as honor bade.<br /> +From Tulna to Vienna their journey then they made.<br /> +There found they many a lady adorn'd in all her pride<br /> +To welcome with due honor King Etzel's noble bride.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In overflowing fulness all, that could each delight,<br /> +To his wish was ready; exulting many a knight<br /> +Look'd forward to the revels; joy smil'd on most and least;<br /> +With mirth and gladness open'd King Etzel's marriage-feast.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">219</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The numbers now assembled the city could not hold,<br /> +So all, who were not strangers, the noble margrave told<br /> +To seek convenient quarters in all the country round.<br /> +Still constant in attendance on the fair queen were found<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The valiant chief, Sir Dietrich, and many a knight besides;<br /> +Needful rest and solace each himself denied<br /> +To cheer the noble strangers and give them full content.<br /> +Sir Rudeger and his comrades had heartiest merriment.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Held was the marriage festal on a Whitsuntide;<br /> +'Twas then that royal Etzel embrac'd his high-born bride<br /> +In the city of Vienna; I ween she ne'er had found,<br /> +When first she wed, such myriads all to her service bound.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With gifts she made acquaintance of those she ne'er had seen;<br /> +"Kriemhild," said many a stranger, "is sure a royal queen;<br /> +She had lost, we thought, the treasures that she before had won;<br /> +Yet here with her rich presents what wonders she had done!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For seventeen days did Etzel his marriage festal hold;<br /> +Never to us of monarch, I ween, before was told,<br /> +Who so proudly feasted, in old or modern lore.<br /> +The guests, who there were present, all their new raiment wore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of old, I ween, in Netherland she ne'er at board had sat<br /> +With such a host of warriors; well can I vouch for that;<br /> +For ne'er so many champions had Siegfried at command,<br /> +With all his wealth, as Kriemhild saw before Etzel stand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Never king before him so many mantles brave,<br /> +For length and breadth conspicuous, at his own wedding gave,<br /> +Nor such store of rich vesture, enough for each to take;<br /> +All this was freely lavish'd for lovely Kriemhild's sake.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">220</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There of a mind together were friends and strangers too;<br /> +Neither their goods nor chattels kept that free-handed crew.<br /> +Whatever was ask'd, was granted; they gave till they were bare.<br /> +Many a one, through kindness, not a coat had left to wear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How once by Rhine she tarried, the bride a moment thought,<br /> +With her first noble husband; to her eyes the tears it brought;<br /> +Yet she so well conceal'd it, the feasters mark'd her not;<br /> +Now, after all her sorrows, what glory was her lot!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All was but a trifle, that by the rest was done,<br /> +To the liberal deeds of Dietrich; whatever Botlung's son<br /> +In former days had giv'n him, went scatter'd through the land;<br /> +Marvels too of bounty were wrought by Rudeger's hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Prince Blœdel, too, of Hungary vied nobly with the best;<br /> +He bade his comrades empty full many a travelling chest<br /> +Cramm'd with gold and silver; the whole was giv'n away;<br /> +The warriors of King Etzel a merry life led they.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Werbel as well as Swemmeline, the minstrels of the king,<br /> +To them no little profit did this fair marriage bring.<br /> +They gain'd, I ween, in largess a thousand marks or more,<br /> +When Kriemhild fair with Etzel the crown imperial wore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V22_XL" id="V22_XL"></a><a href="#St_22_XL">XL</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas on the eighteenth morning, they from Vienna rode;<br /> +Pierc'd was many a buckler in tilting on the road<br /> +By spears which valiant champions level'd dexterously.<br /> +So back return'd King Etzel to the land of Hungary.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V22_XLI" id="V22_XLI"></a><a href="#St_22_XLI">XLI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The walls of ancient Haimburg they reach'd by fall of night,<br /> +So that scarce 'twas easy to estimate by sight<br /> +How huge a strength of warriors the country round beset;<br /> +Ah! what fair troops of ladies each, home returning, met!<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">221</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At Misenburg the wealthy, on shipboard went the band;<br /> +From bank to bank the river, as though 'twere firm dry land,<br /> +With man and horse was cover'd that floated as it flow'd;<br /> +Rest had the way-worn ladies, borne on their liquid road.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a good ship together was lash'd and firmly bound,<br /> +Lest the damp spray should harm them from billows dashing round;<br /> +Many a good tent above them kept off the sun and breeze,<br /> +As if they in a meadow were sitting at their ease.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V22_XLIV" id="V22_XLIV"></a><a href="#St_22_XLIV">XLIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +When to King Etzel's castle the joyful tidings came,<br /> +Right merry were to hear it many a knight and many a dame.<br /> +The courtly train, accustom'd Queen Helca to obey,<br /> +In after time with Kriemhild led many a happy day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In anxious doubt there waiting stood many a noble maid,<br /> +All, since the death of Helca, down by deep sorrow weigh'd<br /> +Seven, of proud kings the daughters, Kriemhild found there in place,<br /> +Of all King Etzel's country the ornament and grace.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of this fair train of damsels Dame Herrat had the care,<br /> +Helca's sister's daughter, renown'd for virtues rare,<br /> +Wife of good Sir Dietrich, daughter of King Nentwine;<br /> +Her after honors suited well with her lofty line.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +That the high guests were coming, it joy'd her much to hear;<br /> +Straight she bade make ready good store of choicest cheer.<br /> +How then King Etzel feasted, no tongue may hope to tell.<br /> +E'en in the days of Helca they scarcely far'd so well.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">222</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As from the shore with Kriemhild rode on King Etzel bold,<br /> +Who forward led each damsel, straight to the queen was told,<br /> +And thus each lord and lady she welcomed as was meet;<br /> +Ah! with what power thereafter she sat in Helca's seat!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their true and loyal service all vow'd to her alone;<br /> +Silver, and gold, and raiment, and many a precious stone,<br /> +She freely shar'd among them; on that auspicious day,<br /> +All she had brought from Rhineland was giv'n at once away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To her, as to their mistress, whoe'er the king obey'd,<br /> +His kinsmen and his vassals, true liegemen's service paid,<br /> +That never Lady Helca ruled with such mighty sway.<br /> +Such service held Queen Kriemhild e'en to her dying day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So court and country flourish'd with such high honors crown'd,<br /> +And all at every season fresh joy and pastime found.<br /> +Every heart was merry, smiles on each face were seen;<br /> +So kind the king was ever, so liberal the queen.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTY-THIRD_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTY-THIRD_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTY-THIRD ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW KRIEMHILD THOUGHT OF REVENGING HER INJURIES</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +King Etzel and Queen Kriemhild in proudest honor dwelt<br /> +For seven whole years together, nor woe nor sorrow felt;<br /> +Meanwhile to her fond husband the queen produced a boy;<br /> +Never before did Etzel exult so high with joy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She never ceas'd entreating till her good lord she won<br /> +To have the right of baptism giv'n to her infant son<br /> +After the Christian custom; Ortlieb call'd was he;<br /> +Thereat all Etzel's kingdoms were fill'd with mirth and glee.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">223</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V23_III" id="V23_III"></a><a href="#St_23_III">III</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whatever queenly virtues had fame to Helca brought,<br /> +Dame Kriemhild daily practis'd, and love, like Helca, sought.<br /> +From the foreign maiden Herrat, who still in secret yearn'd<br /> +For Helca's loss, the customs of all the land she learn'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Her praise both friends and strangers alike were glad to tell;<br /> +'Twas own'd that never kingdom so graciously and well<br /> +By queen had e'er been governed; so much to all was clear.<br /> +This fame she bore in Hungary e'en to the thirteenth year.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now she knew for certain that none would thwart her will<br /> +(So deal with wives of princes their husbands' vassals still),<br /> +And saw twelve kings for ever standing her before,<br /> +Her home-bred wrongs and sorrows again she brooded o'er.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She thought how all the honors of the Nibelungers' land,<br /> +That once were her possession, fierce Hagan's rugged hand,<br /> +After the death of Siegfried, had torn from her away,<br /> +And how the proud wrong-doer with wrong she might repay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"'Twere done, if I could only lure him to this land!"<br /> +Still would she dream, that often she wander'd hand in hand<br /> +With Giselher her brother, and often on the mouth<br /> +Kiss'd him in her slumber; too soon came bale on both.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sure the foul fiend possess'd her, and lurking in her heart<br /> +Prompted her from King Gunther so lovingly to part,<br /> +Kissing, but not forgiving, close harboring still the feud.<br /> +Hot tears of wrath and malice once more her vesture dew'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At her heart for ever early and late it lay,<br /> +How, guiltless, from her country she had been driven away,<br /> +And forc'd to take for husband a man of heathen creed.<br /> +Gunther and bloody Hagan had brought her to such need.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">224</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +One long and dreary yearning she foster'd hour by hour;<br /> +She thought, "I am so wealthy and hold such boundless power,<br /> +That I with ease a mischief can bring on all my foes,<br /> +But most on him of Trony, the deadliest far of those.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Full oft for its beloved my heart is mourning still;<br /> +Them could I but meet with, who wrought me so much ill,<br /> +Revenge should strike at murder, and life atone for life;<br /> +Wait can I no longer." So murmur'd Etzel's wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All the great king's vassals much love unto her bore,<br /> +And to do her service were ready evermore.<br /> +Her chamberlain was Eckewart, who thus made hosts of friends;<br /> +So none could thwart her pleasure, whate'er might be her ends.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ever was she thinking, "I'll ask the king a boon,<br /> +Which he, I know, will grant me readily and soon,<br /> +To bid my friends and kinsmen hither to Hunnish ground,"<br /> +None guess'd her secret malice, or harm in Kriemhild found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So on a night reposing, as by the king she lay<br /> +(He in his arms embrac'd her, and bless'd the happy day,<br /> +That gave him such a consort, dear to him as his life;<br /> +She on her foes was thinking and th' old intestine strife),<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus spake she to the monarch, "Dear lord, full fain would I<br /> +Entreat of thee a favor, which thou wilt not deny<br /> +If thou think'st I deserve it, to let me see aright<br /> +If my friends in good earnest have favor in thy sight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the mighty monarch (kind was his heart and true),<br /> +"Of that can I assure thee; whatever good accrue<br /> +To those bold knights, be certain to me content it lends;<br /> +Never through love of woman acquir'd I better friends."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">225</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus made Kriemhild answer, "'Tis true, as thou dost know,<br /> +Right noble are my kinsmen, yet ever am I woe<br /> +That still they keep so distant nor I by them am seen.<br /> +I'm told, for a mere outcast people report your queen."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd thus King Etzel, "Dear love and lady mine,<br /> +If they regard not distance, I'll send beyond the Rhine.<br /> +And hither bid whomever thou here to see art fain."<br /> +Much joy'd the vengeful lady thus his consent to gain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Would'st thou but please me, dear lord and master mine,<br /> +Despatch from hence thy envoys to Worms beyond the Rhine.<br /> +Such friends as most I long for, I hither will invite,<br /> +And straight will come among us full many a noble knight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "As thou would'st have it, so let the matter be;<br /> +Assure thee, thou wilt never thy friends so gladly see<br /> +As I shall gladly see them, noble Uta's children dear;<br /> +It irks me much and deeply, they've been such strangers here.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So, if it thus content thee, dear love and lady mine,<br /> +I'll gladly send my minstrels for those good friends of thine.<br /> +They this very morning shall start for Burgundy."<br /> +With that, the king his minstrels bade summon instantly.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They hasten'd at the summons where, newly ris'n from bed,<br /> +The king sat with his consort; thus to both he said,<br /> +"Hence you with a message to Burgundy must ride."<br /> +With that, the richest vesture, he bade for them provide.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">226</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For four and twenty warriors fit raiment was prepar'd.<br /> +Moreover to his envoys his will the king declar'd,<br /> +How they should to Hungary bid Gunther and his folk.<br /> +But what the queen enjoin'd them close apart she spoke.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus them address'd King Etzel, "I'll tell you what to do;<br /> +To my good friends go tender my love and service true,<br /> +And bid them deign ride hither, and taste our Hunnish cheer.<br /> +Guests have I none other whom I hold so dear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So if they will do me the favor which I pray,<br /> +Entreat them not to linger; speed makes the surest way.<br /> +At my high feast this summer I trust to see my friends,<br /> +And on my wife's fair kinsmen much of my joy depends."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied the minstrel, the haughty Swemmeline,<br /> +"When in this land of Hungary your feast do you design?<br /> +That to your friends exactly your purpose we may say."<br /> +"About," replied King Etzel, "next midsummer day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"We'll surely do your bidding," Werbel made reply.<br /> +Into her inmost chamber the queen bade by and by<br /> +In secret bring the envoys, and there her will 'gan tell,<br /> +Whence death and grim destruction many a good knight befell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She said to both the envoys, "Now only serve me true,<br /> +And as I command you my will discreetly do,<br /> +And, when you come to Rhineland, speak but my bidding there,<br /> +And I'll give you gold and raiment plenty and to spare.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To my friends, whomever you meet with, more or less,<br /> +At Worms, as there you tarry, be sure you ne'er confess<br /> +That ever you beheld me moody or sorrow-worn;<br /> +Only let my service to the good knights be borne.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">227</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Beg them to grant the favor for which the king hath sent,<br /> +And so at once will vanish my only discontent.<br /> +I here am fancied friendless, and scarce esteem'd aright.<br /> +I'd go myself to visit them if I but were a knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And also to Sir Gernot, my noble brother, say,<br /> +That none can love him better than his sister far away,<br /> +And bid him bring me hither our friends most prov'd and true,<br /> +That all may here accord us the honor that's our due.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And say, too, to young Giselher that he should bear in mind,<br /> +That he never wrong'd me, but still was good and kind.<br /> +My eyes are ever yearning to look upon him here,<br /> +For dearly do I love him, as I to him am dear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And tell my noble mother what honors here I bear.<br /> +Then, if Hagan of Trony resolve to tarry there,<br /> +Who will there be to guide them through lands so waste and lone?<br /> +But he the roads to Hungary e'en from a child has known."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Not a whit the envoys could guess her deep design<br /> +In keeping him of Trony from tarrying by the Rhine.<br /> +It irk'd them sore thereafter, when their unconscious breath<br /> +With him had drawn the guiltless into the toils of death.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Letters and goodly greetings the king was prompt to give;<br /> +And riches bore they with them right sumptuously to live.<br /> +So leave they took of Etzel, and of his noble queen;<br /> +Adorn'd were they with raiment as rich as e'er was seen.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">228</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTY-FOURTH_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTY-FOURTH_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW WERBEL AND SWEMMELINE DELIVERED THE MESSAGE</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V24_I" id="V24_I"></a><a href="#St_24_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +When Etzel had his envoys for the Rhenish border bown'd,<br /> +From land to land the tidings at once flew wide around.<br /> +He pray'd and eke commanded by many a nimble post<br /> +Guests to his gorgeous festal; 'twas the doom of death to most.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So from the realm of Hungary forth the envoys went<br /> +To the bold Burgundians; thither were they sent<br /> +To three royal brethren and their warriors wight<br /> +To bid them come to Etzel; fast prick'd they as they might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence came they to Bechlaren as on the spur they rode;<br /> +There all were glad to tend them, and naught but kindness show'd.<br /> +Rudeger and Gotelind by them their service true<br /> +Sent to their friends in Rhineland, so did their daughter too.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thence without many a present they would not let them part,<br /> +So that the men of Etzel might go with merrier heart.<br /> +Rudeger bade tell Uta and her children three,<br /> +That sure no other margrave lov'd them so well as he.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And eke they sent to Brunhild their service and best will,<br /> +Their loyalty devoted, and love enduring still.<br /> +So, thus at full commission'd, the envoys sprung to selle;<br /> +The margravine at parting pray'd God to guard them well.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere the despatchful minstrels had ridd'n Bavaria through,<br /> +Swift Werbel found the bishop, Queen Kriemhild's uncle true.<br /> +What to his Rhenish kinsmen by their mouths he said<br /> +Came never to my knowledge; but th' envoys gold so red<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">229</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He gave for a remembrance ere he let them part;<br /> +But first thus spake good Pilgrin, "'Twould gladden sure my heart<br /> +To see them in Bavaria, these sister's sons of mine,<br /> +Since I can hope so seldom to seek them by the Rhine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What roads they took yet further, as to the Rhine they far'd,<br /> +Is more than I can utter; none sure to pilfer dar'd<br /> +Their silver or their raiment; Etzel all had dread;<br /> +His majesty and puissance so wide around were spread.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Within twelve days, so riding, they came unto the Rhine,<br /> +E'en to Worms, the minstrels Werbel and Swemmeline.<br /> +To the kings and their liegemen forthwith the tidings ran,<br /> +That come were foreign envoys. Gunther to ask began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus said the Lord of Rhineland, "I fain would understand,<br /> +Whence have the strangers journey'd who thus have sought our land."<br /> +Not one to his inquiry could satisfaction bring,<br /> +Till they were seen by Hagan, who thus bespake the king;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"These must be weighty tidings; that can I vouch for true;<br /> +Sure they are Etzel's minstrels whom here I have in view.<br /> +Your sister sends them hither unless I much mistake;<br /> +Let's give them hearty welcome for their great master's sake."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once up to the palace in fair array they rode;<br /> +Never prince's minstrels before so lordly show'd.<br /> +Forth stepp'd King Gunther's servants with courteous act and look,<br /> +And led them to fit chambers, and in charge their raiment took.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">230</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So rich and so well fashion'd were the riding-vests they wore,<br /> +That in them they with honor might go the king before;<br /> +Still they resolv'd no longer the same at court to wear,<br /> +But ask'd, "Who would accept them?" of those who loiter'd there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +It chanced that there were many, who were right well content<br /> +To take their proffer'd bounty; to these they straight were sent.<br /> +Then robes of such rare splendor put on the lofty guests,<br /> +That well might royal envoys keep state in meaner vests.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straightway, with leave accorded, Etzel's servants went<br /> +To where the king was sitting; kind looks were on them bent.<br /> +To them in courteous fashion up stepp'd Sir Hagan brave,<br /> +And warmly bade them welcome; due thanks in turn they gave.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Much after news inquir'd he, much after great and small,<br /> +How it was with Etzel, how with his warriors all.<br /> +The minstrel thus made answer, "The land was ne'er so well,<br /> +The people ne'er so happy; this I for truth can tell."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To the host then went the envoys; throng'd was the palace wide;<br /> +They met right courteous greeting from knights on every side,<br /> +Such as in distant countries to noble guests is due.<br /> +Werbel there found with Gunther many a champion bold and true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Courteously King Gunther greeted them as they stood;<br /> +"Welcome to Worms, both welcome, ye Hunnish minstrels good,<br /> +You and your worthy comrades; wherefore from Hungary<br /> +Has noble Etzel sent you so far to Burgundy?"<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">231</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Low bow'd they to King Gunther, then Werbel spake, "By me<br /> +My good king and thy sister their service send to thee,<br /> +And their fraternal greeting with kind sincere intent.<br /> +We to you knights of Rhineland in love and truth are sent."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the puissant Gunther, "This news I'm glad to hear;<br /> +And how," asked he, "is Etzel, whom long I've held so dear,<br /> +And my fair sister Kriemhild, who reigns in Hungary?"<br /> +Then answer'd thus the minstrel, "I'll tell you faithfully.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"This take for true and certain, that never yet were seen<br /> +People so blithe and merry as our good king and queen,<br /> +Their vassals, and their kinsmen, and knights in bower and hall;<br /> +The tidings of our journey rejoic'd them one and all."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thanks for his friendly message, which you so far have brought,<br /> +And also for my sister's; it glads my inmost thought<br /> +To find they all live happy, both king and liegemen bold.<br /> +I ask'd with fear and trembling before your tale was told."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The two young kings together alike the presence sought.<br /> +But just before, the tidings had to their ears been brought.<br /> +Right glad to see the envoys for his dear sister's sake<br /> +Was the young knight Giselher, and friendly them bespake.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Welcome, ye noble envoys, welcome to me and mine;<br /> +Should you be pleas'd more frequent to travel to the Rhine,<br /> +Friends you would meet with ever who'd see you still with joy,<br /> +And little you'd encounter to cause you here annoy."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">232</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"For that we freely trust you," straight answer'd Swemmeline;<br /> +"Express ne'er could I fitly by wit or words of mine<br /> +What kind and friendly greetings I from King Etzel bear,<br /> +And from your noble sister, who reigns so proudly there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Your love and old affection she bids you keep in mind,<br /> +And how to her you ever in heart and soul were kind.<br /> +But first to the king and foremost we come by high command,<br /> +To beg you'd deign to travel hence into Etzel's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"In strictest charge 'twas given us by our redoubted king,<br /> +Unto you all this message on his account to bring,<br /> +If you your loving sister are so resolv'd to shun,<br /> +Yet fain would learn King Etzel, what he to you has done,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That you to him such strangers and to his land have been;<br /> +E'en were you distant aliens, nor kinsmen of his queen,<br /> +He at your hands might merit that you his guests should be,<br /> +And if this e'er should happen, right well content were he."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied King Gunther, "Before this sennight's end,<br /> +I'll tell you, after counsel first ta'en with many a friend.<br /> +What I shall have determin'd; meanwhile for you 'twere best<br /> +To go back to your quarters and there in pleasure rest."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the minstrel Werbel, "And might it also be,<br /> +That you would permit us a little space to see<br /> +My gracious Lady Uta ere we retire to rest?"<br /> +Thereto assent Sir Giselher thus courteously express'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That no one will refuse you, and, would you thither go,<br /> +Full well you'd please my mother, that for a truth I know;<br /> +Surely for my sister the Lady Kriemhild's sake<br /> +She will behold you gladly, and friendly welcome make."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">233</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Giselher then led them where he the lady found;<br /> +Full gladly she beheld them, the chiefs from Hunnish ground.<br /> +She gave them friendly greeting, for she was good and wise;<br /> +They then their charge deliver'd in grave and courtly guise.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To you the queen my lady," thus noble Swemmeline spake,<br /> +"Commends her love and duty; this you for truth may take,<br /> +That if your royal daughter her mother oft could see,<br /> +In all the world no pleasure more dear to her would be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto the queen made answer, "That cannot be, I fear;<br /> +Much as 'twould glad me, often to see my daughter dear,<br /> +She dwells from hence too distant, the noble Etzel's wife.<br /> +May she and he together ever lead a happy life!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I pray you, give me notice, e'er you from Rhineland go,<br /> +When you begin your journey; this too for certain know,<br /> +That I never envoys with more content have seen."<br /> +The squires to do her pleasure made promise to the queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The messengers from Hungary thence to their chambers went;<br /> +Meanwhile in haste King Gunther round to his friends had sent,<br /> +And, when all were assembled, inquir'd of every man,<br /> +What thought they of the message; many then to speak began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +That into Etzel's country be might in safety ride,<br /> +This all the best advis'd him, who stood there by his side,<br /> +Save only stern Sir Hagan; he drew the king apart,<br /> +And grimly frowning mutter'd, "You strike at your own heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"You sure must still remember what we ere now have done.<br /> +We must beware of Kriemhild for ever, every one.<br /> +To the death her husband I smote with this good hand;<br /> +How then can we with prudence set foot in Etzel's land?"<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">234</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the mighty monarch, "She thinks no more of this;<br /> +At parting she forgave us, with many a loving kiss,<br /> +All we had done against her; her wrath is overblown.<br /> +If she bear malice, Hagan, 'tis sure 'gainst you alone."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Trust not, Sir King," said Hagan, "how smooth soe'er they be,<br /> +The messengers from Hungary; if Kriemhild you will see,<br /> +You put upon the venture your honor and your life.<br /> +A nurse of ling'ring vengeance is Etzel's moody wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then took the word Prince Gernot, and in the council spake,<br /> +"Because you with good reason believe your life at stake<br /> +In yonder Hunnish kingdoms, must we too Kriemhild shun,<br /> +And visit not our sister? that sure were wrongly done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the frowning warrior Prince Giselher turn'd his rede,<br /> +"Since you know yourself guilty, friend Hagan, in this deed,<br /> +Better stay here in safety, and of your life take care,<br /> +And with us to our sister let journey those who dare."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereat the Knight of Trony to kindle wrath began,<br /> +"Never shall you, never, lead with you hence a man<br /> +That with you dare ride readier to visit your worst foe;<br /> +Since you will not hear counsel, this I ere long will show."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the steward Rumolt, a hardy knight and true;<br /> +"You can dispose in Rhineland of friends and strangers too<br /> +After your own good pleasure; abundance have you here;<br /> +No one, I ween, in Hungary has bound you to appear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since you will not hear Hagan, to my advice attend;<br /> +This is what Rumolt counsels, your firm and faithful friend;<br /> +Stay here in peace and plenty; let those who need it roam,<br /> +And let the great King Etzel cheer his fair queen at home.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">235</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Where can you be better for pleasure or repose?<br /> +Where more with friends surrounded, and more secure from foes?<br /> +So be wise and merry, the richest raiment wear,<br /> +Drink the best wine in Rhineland, and woo the fairest fair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Store have you too of dainties, the best and most to prize<br /> +That ever feasted monarch, and, if 'twere otherwise,<br /> +At home you still should tarry for love of your fair wife,<br /> +Nor in such childish fashion expose your precious life.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Stay here then, I beseech you; rich are your lawns and leas,<br /> +Here every pledge of pleasure you may redeem with ease,<br /> +Far better than in Hungary; who knows what there may rise?<br /> +Stay here, my lord, and stir not; this is what I advise."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Stay will we not, assure thee," Prince Gernot answer'd straight;<br /> +"How can we, when my sister and the great king, her mate,<br /> +Have bidd'n us by a message so loving and so kind?<br /> +Who will not freely with us may safely stay behind."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto made Hagan answer, "Be not displeas'd at all<br /> +With what I now shall counsel, whatever hence befall.<br /> +In faith and truth I warn you; would you in safety go,<br /> +Ride well array'd to Hungary, and arm'd from top to toe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since you still will forward, for all your warriors send,<br /> +For every valiant stranger and every trusted friend.<br /> +From all I'll choose a thousand, each a well-proved knight;<br /> +Thus you may rest in safety from moody Kriemhild's spite."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">236</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I gladly take thy counsel," the king at once replied;<br /> +Throughout his lands despatch'd he his messengers far and wide.<br /> +Three thousand knights or better came on with proud intent.<br /> +Little thought they to purchase such doleful dreariment.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With jollity and joyance to Gunther's land they rode;<br /> +On all, that proffer'd service, was horse and weed bestow'd,<br /> +For soon were they to travel far from Burgundian ground.<br /> +Many a good knight to join him the king right willing found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then Hagan told Sir Dankwart, his brother good at need,<br /> +Eighty of their warriors forth to the Rhine to lead.<br /> +Thither they came full knightly; the well-appointed band<br /> +Harness with them, and raiment, brought into Gunther's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Folker, a noble minstrel, and eke a hardy knight,<br /> +Came to partake their journey with thirty men of might,<br /> +All clad in such apparel as well a king might wear;<br /> +He bade announce to Gunther, to Hungary he'd fare.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now, who was this same Folker, I'll tell you faithfully.<br /> +He was a high-born warrior, and had in Burgundy<br /> +Many good knights for vassals of honor undefil'd.<br /> +For playing on the viol the minstrel he was styl'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hagan chose out a thousand whom well before he knew<br /> +In stern assaults and forays for valiant men and true,<br /> +And in all forms of battle their worth he oft had tried.<br /> +Their well-approved prowess by none could be denied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sore irk'd it Kriemhild's envoys to make so long a stay;<br /> +They fear'd their lord's displeasure, and fain would speed away.<br /> +They daily were entreating for leave at once to part,<br /> +But Hagan still refus'd it through subtlety of heart.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">237</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To his lords he thus gave warning, "We must well beware<br /> +Of letting these ride homeward, unless ourselves we fare<br /> +Within a sennight after straight into Etzel's land.<br /> +We shall be thus the safer if any fraud be plann'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"With all her thirst for vengeance, Kriemhild will want the time<br /> +To weave a web of mischief, and muster strength for crime,<br /> +Or, if she strike too early, she'll be the sufferer then,<br /> +Since we shall bring to Hungary such a host of chosen men."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forthwith for many a champion, who thence would soon away,<br /> +Prepar'd were shields and saddles and all the proud array<br /> +That to the land of Etzel each was with him to bring;<br /> +Meanwhile Queen Kriemhild's envoys were call'd before the king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus began Sir Gernot to th' envoys there in place,<br /> +"The king will do the bidding of royal Etzel's grace.<br /> +Fain will we seek his festal, which it were ill to miss,<br /> +And see once more our sister; she may depend on this."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V24_LXIII" id="V24_LXIII"></a><a href="#St_24_LXIII">LXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake to them King Gunther, "Could you to us declare<br /> +The time of this high festal, and when we should be there<br /> +With all our following present?" then Swemmeline made reply,<br /> +"For the next midsummer is fix'd the festal high."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king then gave permission, not granted till that hour,<br /> +If they wish'd to visit Dame Brunhild in her bower,<br /> +With his free allowance thither at once to go,<br /> +Then interpos'd Sir Folker (the queen would have it so).<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Just now my Lady Brunhild is not so well of cheer,"<br /> +Said the good knight, "that strangers before her can appear.<br /> +Wait until to-morrow; then you the queen may see."<br /> +Much wish'd they to behold her, yet never could it be.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">238</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then in his gracious fashion commanded straight the king<br /> +Through kindnes to the envoys forth his gold to bring<br /> +Spread out on massy bucklers; good store thereof had he.<br /> +Rich gifts his friends too gave them with liberal hand and free.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Gernot alike and Giselher and Gary and Ortwine<br /> +Show'd, they as well could lavish the treasures of the mine.<br /> +Such rich gifts on the envoys were shower'd with one accord,<br /> +That they durst not accept them through terror of their lord.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On this the messenger Swemmeline thus to the king 'gan say,<br /> +"Sir King, needs must your presents here in your country stay;<br /> +We cannot take them with us; our king has so decreed,<br /> +And strictly that forbidden; besides, we've little need."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Not little wonder'd Gunther, and felt displeasure more,<br /> +That they refus'd such presents given from his royal store.<br /> +Still he at last constrain'd them his gold and weed to take,<br /> +And to the land of Etzel to bear them for his sake.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +An audience of Queen Uta, ere they set out, they sought.<br /> +Young Giselher the minstrels before his mother brought.<br /> +The lady to her daughter by them this message sent,<br /> +To hear of all her honors, it gave her full content.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Girdles and gold she lavish'd, sure more than I can tell,<br /> +Both for the sake of Kriemhild (for her she lov'd full well)<br /> +And also of King Etzel, on those same minstrels brave;<br /> +They willingly accepted what she sincerely gave.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their leave then took the envoys, well-gifted as might be,<br /> +Of every noble warrior and every lady free.<br /> +Thence on they rode to Swabia; Sir Gernot sent along<br /> +So far his knights to guard them, that none should do them wrong.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">239</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When from the friends they parted, who had assur'd their way,<br /> +In peace they went thenceforward, safe under Etzel's sway,<br /> +That no man dar'd to pilfer their horses or their weed.<br /> +So to the land of Etzel they prick'd with fiery speed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whom true they found and friendly, them told they all and some,<br /> +That the bold Burgundians would shortly thither come<br /> +From the Rhine into Hungary, as Etzel them had pray'd.<br /> +Also to Bishop Pilgrin like tidings were convey'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As they nigh to Bechlaren came riding down the road,<br /> +Twas told to good Sir Rudeger, who there in peace abode,<br /> +And to the Lady Gotelind, the noble margravine.<br /> +To hear she soon would see them, right glad was she, I ween.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On went they with the tidings, fast sped they horse and man;<br /> +The minstrels found King Etzel in his good town of Gran.<br /> +Greetings upon greetings were sent from Rhine, they said,<br /> +All there were at his service; for joy he glow'd a merry red.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When the queen heard for certain (what she so long had plann'd)<br /> +That her long absent brethren would come into the land,<br /> +She swam in joy and rapture; richly for service done<br /> +The minstrels she requited; high honor thus she won.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus she spake, "Now tell me, Werbel and Swemmeline,<br /> +Who to our feast are coming of kin and friends of mine,<br /> +Into this land invited with many a friendly word;<br /> +And tell, too, what said Hagan, when he the tidings heard."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">240</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Early upon a morning to the council-board he came;<br /> +Little there he utter'd but words of gloom and blame;<br /> +And when the jaunt to Hungary was voted in a breath,<br /> +He grimly smil'd and mutter'd, 'This jaunt's a jaunt to death.'<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"There are your brethren coming, the noble kings all three,<br /> +In lofty mood and joyous; who there besides may be,<br /> +We could not learn for certain, else would we nothing hide.<br /> +The valiant gleeman Folker agreed with them to ride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I could have spar'd full lightly the minstrel's presence here,"<br /> +Replied the wife of Etzel; "this gives me little cheer;<br /> +I'm well inclin'd to Hagan; he is of courage high;<br /> +To have him here among us right well content am I."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then in haste went Kriemhild where sat King Etzel near;<br /> +How kindly she bespake him! "My lord and husband dear,<br /> +What thinks't thou of these tidings, thou, who this feast hast will'd?<br /> +My heart's long lingering wishes shall now be all fulfill'd."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thy wishes are my pleasure," the smiling king replied,<br /> +"Ne'er with my own good kinsmen was I so satisfied,<br /> +Whene'er into my country they have been pleas'd to fare;<br /> +Through love of thy brave brethren has vanish'd all my care."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The officers of Etzel forthwith bestirr'd them all,<br /> +With fitting seats to furnish palace as well as hall<br /> +For the dear guests, approaching the merry feast to keep.<br /> +They gave him cause thereafter full bitterly to weep.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">241</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTY-FIFTH_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTY-FIFTH_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THE LORDS ALL CAME INTO HUNGARY</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But let us tell no further how there the work they plied.<br /> +Never to a king's country were known before to ride<br /> +Such well-appointed squadrons as thither were to speed.<br /> +They had whate'er they wanted, both weapons and eke weed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V25_II" id="V25_II"></a><a href="#St_25_II">II</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The King of Rhine apparel gave to his liegemen bold,<br /> +To threescore and a thousand, as I have heard it told,<br /> +Beside nine thousand yeomen, on mirth and revel bent.<br /> +Those, whom they left behind them, soon rued that e'er they went.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In Worms, as their equipment was carrying through the court,<br /> +From Spire an aged bishop, of reverend report,<br /> +Thus bespake fair Uta, "Our worthy friends prepare<br /> +To yonder feast to travel; God watch and ward them there!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereon the noble Uta bespake her children dear,<br /> +"Far better stay, good heroes, and tend your safety here.<br /> +I had last night, my children, a dream of ghastly dread,<br /> +How all the birds, that flutter throughout this land, were dead."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Who cares for dreams," said Hagan, "and thinks by them to walk,<br /> +Ne'er in the path of honor with sturdy steps can stalk,<br /> +Or breathe the voice of reason, but wavers to and fro.<br /> +I rede, my noble master take leave and forward go.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yes, we shall ride full gladly hence into Etzel's land.<br /> +There kings need for their service many a good hero's hand,<br /> +And this fair feast of Kriemhild's awaits us there to view."<br /> +So Hagan urg'd the journey, which soon he came to rue.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">242</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He ne'er had giv'n such counsel but for what late had pass'd,<br /> +When scorn on him Sir Gernot had so unseemly cast,<br /> +Reminding him of Siegfried, and what had erst been done,<br /> +As though for that dislik'd him the journey to the Hun.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd he of Trony, "Fear prompts not what I rede.<br /> +If so you'll have it, heroes, fall to the work and speed;<br /> +You'll find me not the hindmost to ride to Etzel's realm."<br /> +Soon shatter'd he thereafter many a shield and many a helm.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The boats were waiting ready, the band was muster'd there;<br /> +Thither his choice apparel each one made haste to bear.<br /> +Their toil was scarce well over ere eve fell on the lea;<br /> +So from their homes they parted as merry as might be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Beyond the Rhine's fair current their hasty camp was seen;<br /> +There tents and proud pavilions bespotted all the green.<br /> +The lovely queen her husband detain'd for that one night,<br /> +The last they spent together, dole mingling with delight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At early dawn there sounded sweet flute and trumpet-clang;<br /> +'Twas the hour of parting; to work the warriors sprang.<br /> +With a hasty kiss fond lovers were then constrain'd to sever.<br /> +With woe and death fell Kriemhild soon sunder'd them for ever.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The children of fair Uta a man had at their court,<br /> +Bold alike and faithful, in all of best report.<br /> +The same, as they were going, drew the king aside.<br /> +"Woe's me," said he, "dear master, you to this feast will ride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The good knight's name was Rumolt, a tall man of his hands.<br /> +Said he, "To whom commit you your people and your lands?<br /> +Would one could turn your warriors to do what best you should;<br /> +This message of your sister's it never seem'd me good."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">243</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"This is my will and pleasure; to thee my infant heir,<br /> +To thee I trust my country; of the women take good care;<br /> +Whomever thou see'st weeping, his woe with comfort charm.<br /> +Sure at the hands of Kriemhild we ne'er can come to harm."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For the kings and for their liegemen the steeds were ready ranged;<br /> +How many then, with kisses of true love interchanged,<br /> +Full flown with lively vigor, athirst for bold emprise,<br /> +Left each a stately lady to droop in tears and sighs.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When light into their saddles up sprang the warriors good,<br /> +Then might you see the women how sorrowful they stood.<br /> +All felt, they did for ever, and to their doom, depart,<br /> +A dreary, dark foreboding, that shakes the firmest heart!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As the bold Burgundians rode forth in gallant show,<br /> +To see them all the country ran hurrying to and fro.<br /> +On either side the mountains both men and women wept.<br /> +Little reck'd they the weepers; their joyous course they kept.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V25_XVIII" id="V25_XVIII"></a><a href="#St_25_XVIII">XVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +In habergeons a thousand the knights of Nibelung's reign,<br /> +Who many a lovely lady they ne'er should see again<br /> +Had left at home in sorrow, rode gaily with the rest.<br /> +The wounds of Siegfried fester'd in Kriemhild's throbbing breast.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V25_XIX" id="V25_XIX"></a><a href="#St_25_XIX">XIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +So went they ever onward until the Main they spied,<br /> +Thence up through Eastern Frankland the men of Gunther hied.<br /> +Well knew the roads Sir Hagan, who led their steps aright;<br /> +Their marshal was Sir Dankwart, the stout Burgundian knight.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">244</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As on from Eastern Frankland to Schwanfeld still they rode,<br /> +Their grace and stately courtesy and knightly bearing show'd,<br /> +The princes and their kindred deserv'd their lofty fame.<br /> +The king on the twelfth morning unto the Danube came.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A space the Knight of Trony rode on before the host;<br /> +He still the Nibelungers best cheer'd and aided most.<br /> +The fear-defying champion alighted on the lea,<br /> +And fast beside the river his horse tied to a tree.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Swoln was the roaring river, bark was there none to spy;<br /> +Every bold Nibelunger look'd on with wistful eye<br /> +In doubt how to pass over, the surges spread so wide.<br /> +Many a good knight from saddle down sprung the stream beside.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V25_XXIII" id="V25_XXIII"></a><a href="#St_25_XXIII">XXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Good Lord of Rhine," said Hagan, "much mischief here may be,<br /> +Much may'st thou have to suffer, as thou thyself may'st see.<br /> +Strong is the flood and furious, the stream can ill be cross'd.<br /> +Many a good knight, I fear me, will here to-day be lost."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why dost thou check me, Hagan?" the troubled king 'gan say;<br /> +"Do not, as thou are valiant, the daunted more dismay.<br /> +Look out a ford up higher, above these lower meads,<br /> +Where we may pass in safety our baggage and our steeds."<br /> +</p> + +<p>XXV</p> + + +<p> +"I never," answer'd Hagan, "my life so weary found,<br /> +But in these burly billows 'twould irk me to be drown'd.<br /> +Many a knight of Etzel's, ere yet my day be o'er,<br /> +By this good hand shall perish; that, 'faith, would please me more.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">245</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So here beside the water, ye noble knights, abide;<br /> +Myself will seek the ferrymen along the river side,<br /> +And bid them bring us over hence into Gelfrat's land."<br /> +With that the sturdy Hagan took his good shield in hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well arm'd was the stern champion; he bore a shield of might;<br /> +Strongly lac'd was his helmet, well-temper'd, burnish'd bright;<br /> +His broadsword in a baldric hung o'er his armor sheen;<br /> +Wounds could it cut full ghastly with both its edges keen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As there and here for boatmen look'd out the warrior good,<br /> +He heard a splash of water; listening awhile he stood.<br /> +The sound came from wise women, who took their pleasure near,<br /> +Bathing for refreshment in a fountain cool and clear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V25_XXIX" id="V25_XXIX"></a><a href="#St_25_XXIX">XXIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Ware of them was Hagan; nigh he closely crept;<br /> +Sudden they espied him,—how away they swept!<br /> +That they had so escap'd him, their bosoms swell'd with joy;<br /> +He seiz'd upon their raiment, nor wrought them more annoy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then one of them bespake him (Hadburg was her name),<br /> +"Noble knight, Sir Hagan, go seek a worthier game.<br /> +Give us back our raiment, and we will tell thee all<br /> +That from this march to Hungary shall thee and thine befall."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Like water-hens they floated before him on the wave.<br /> +Him seem'd, their well-known wisdom of truth assurance gave;<br /> +Hence what they chose to tell him, he took with more belief.<br /> +Then thus they of the future resolv'd the listening chief.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">246</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said th' one, "To Etzel's country (doubt not what Hadburg saith)<br /> +You well may ride and safely, for that I pledge my faith,<br /> +And never band of heroes sought kingdom far or near<br /> +To win such height of honor; 'tis true as we are here."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well pleas'd her speech Sir Hagan, his heart wax'd light and gay;<br /> +He gave them back their vesture, and would no longer stay;<br /> +But when again the mermaids had donn'd their wondrous weed,<br /> +They told in truth, how Gunther in Hungary should speed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And then the other mermaid, that Sieglind hight, began,<br /> +"I will warn thee, Hagan, thou son of Aldrian;<br /> +My aunt has lied unto thee her raiment back to get;<br /> +If once thou coms't to Hungary, thou'rt taken in the net.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Turn, while there's time for safety, turn, warriors most and least;<br /> +For this, and for this only, you're bidden to the feast,<br /> +That you perforce may perish in Etzel's bloody land.<br /> +Whoever rideth thither, Death has he close at hand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto gave answer Hagan, "In vain you cheat and lie,<br /> +How can it ever happen that there we all shall die,<br /> +However fierce the hatred that one to us may bear?"<br /> +They then began the future more fully to declare.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus the first bespake him, "Yet so it needs must be;<br /> +Not one of you his country again shall ever see,<br /> +Not one but the king's chaplain; this well to us is known;<br /> +To Gunther's land in safety return shall he alone."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">247</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then angrily Sir Hagan bespake her, frowning stern,<br /> +"'Twere ill to tell my masters what they'd disdain and spurn,<br /> +That we should all in Hungary death and destruction find.<br /> +Now show us o'er the water, wisest of womankind."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Since from this journey, it seems, thou wilt not turn,<br /> +Up yonder by the river an inn thou may'st discern.<br /> +A ferryman there dwelleth; no others here abide."<br /> +The knight believ'd her answer, and took her words for guide.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Him then the first call'd after as gloomily he went,<br /> +"Stay yet awhile, Sir Hagan, why so on haste intent?<br /> +Hear better our instructions to reach the farther strand.<br /> +A margrave, that hight Elsy, is lord of all this land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He has a valiant brother (Sir Gelfrat men him call),<br /> +A great lord in Bavaria; ill might it you befall,<br /> +If through his march you travel; your course with caution plan,<br /> +And smoothly deal and gently with yonder ferryman.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He scarce will leave you scathless (so fierce is he and rude),<br /> +Unless with sound discretion you temper his rough mood.<br /> +Would you he'd put you over, pay down at once the fare.<br /> +He is a friend of Gelfrat's and of this land has care.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And, should the ferryman tarry, across the river shout,<br /> +And say your name is Amelrich, whom late a feud drove out<br /> +Perforce from this, his country, a knight of birth and fame.<br /> +Good speed will make the ferryman when once he hears the name."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">248</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For all reply Sir Hagan to the wise ladies bow'd;<br /> +Then in his gloomy silence strode off the warrior proud.<br /> +Still higher up the river along the shore he hied,<br /> +Until a lonely hostel on th' other bank he spied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He straight across the water 'gan call with all his might,<br /> +"Come, carry me over, ferryman," shouted the lusty knight.<br /> +"Of ruddy gold an armlet I'll give thee for thy meed.<br /> +Come, carry me, well thou knowest how pressing is my need."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The ferryman was wealthy, to serve he scarce could bear,<br /> +And hence it seldom happened he deign'd to take a fare.<br /> +His men were like their master, as moody and misproud.<br /> +Still on this side Sir Hagan stood ever shouting loud.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So loud and strong he shouted, that all the water rung,<br /> +While the deep-chested warrior thus thunder'd from his tongue,<br /> +"Come, put me o'er, I'm Amelrich, who Elsy serv'd and sued,<br /> +The same who from this country fled for a mortal feud."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V25_XLVIII" id="V25_XLVIII"></a><a href="#St_25_XLVIII">XLVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +High on his sword an armlet held out the champion bold<br /> +(Bright was it and glittering and ruddy all with gold)<br /> +That he might be put over thence into Gelfrat's land.<br /> +Then took the burly boatman himself an oar in hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He was in sooth, that boatman, an ill-condition'd elf.<br /> +Nothing leads men to ruin like hankering after pelf.<br /> +He thought by ferrying Hagan his ruddy gold to get;<br /> +A sword-stroke for an armlet, and death for gain he met.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With sinewy might the boatman row'd o'er to yonder strand,<br /> +But not the man he heard of sprung to the boat from land.<br /> +The ferryman wax'd furious when Hagan there he found;<br /> +Thus he bespake the hero, and speaking darkly frown'd.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">249</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Your name it may be Amelrich for ought I know," said he,<br /> +"But you're like him I look'd for as little as can be.<br /> +In sooth he was my brother, by father and mother's side<br /> +You've put a trick upon me, so on this bank shall bide."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, think again, for heaven's sake," Sir Hagan made reply,<br /> +"In pain for sundry comrades a foreign knight am I;<br /> +So take my fare contented, and kindly put me o'er;<br /> +You'll bind me to your service, your friend for evermore."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"No, no," replied the ferryman, "it must not, faith, be so;<br /> +My good lords all around them have many a deadly foe;<br /> +For this, I ne'er put over strangers into this land,<br /> +So, as your life you value, out with you to the strand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, speak not so," said Hagan, "you see my drooping cheer;<br /> +Take of me, and welcome, the gold I hand you here,<br /> +And ferry a thousand horses and as many knights of pride."<br /> +"That will I do never," the ferryman grim replied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With the word up caught he an oar both broad and long,<br /> +And lent the knight a buffet so sturdy and so strong,<br /> +That in the boat he brought him at once upon his knee.<br /> +Such a boisterous boatman never before met he.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Yet more the haughty stranger to wrath would he provoke,<br /> +So on the head of Hagan a boat-pole next he broke,<br /> +The ferryman of Elsy was sure a lusty wight,<br /> +Yet naught but loss and ruin got he by all his might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The grim knight up starting ended soon the fray;<br /> +To the sheath quick gripp'd he wherein his weapon lay.<br /> +Off he his head has smitten, and to the bottom thrown.<br /> +Soon were the glad tidings to the bold Burgundians known.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">250</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The boat meanwhile, ere Hagan its master yet had slain,<br /> +Had dropp'd into the current; this wrought him mickle pain,<br /> +For ere he round could bring it, faint he to wax began,<br /> +Yet strongly row'd and stoutly King Gunther's large-limb'd man.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The brawny stranger turn'd it with many a sturdy stroke,<br /> +Till in his grasp o'ermaster'd the oar asunder broke.<br /> +He long'd to reach his comrades at a near landing-place,<br /> +But oar had ne'er another, so this he join'd apace.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With a shield-thong together (poor cord, but workman good!)<br /> +And then adown the river made for a neighboring wood.<br /> +There his good lords the warrior found waiting on the strand;<br /> +Many a bold knight ran toward him as he drew nigh the land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Him well his comrades greeted beside the foamy flood,<br /> +But when they saw the shallop reeking all with blood<br /> +From that grim wound, that sudden the ferryman did to death,<br /> +They put a thousand questions to Hagan in a breath.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When beheld King Gunther the hot blood, how it ran<br /> +About the heaving ferry, thus he straight began.<br /> +"Here's a boat, Sir Hagan, but where's the boatman left?<br /> +Your sturdy strength, I fear me, the wretch's life hath reft."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With lying tongue he answer'd, "The shallop I espied<br /> +Fast by a desert meadow, myself the same untied.<br /> +I have seen no boatman; this I can truly say;<br /> +And harm to none has happen'd by fault of mine to-day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto the bold Burgundian Sir Gernot made reply,<br /> +"To-day deep care besets me; many a dear friend must die.<br /> +With not a boatman ready to put our people o'er,<br /> +'Twere hard to cross the river; this I must needs deplore."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">251</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Loud then shouted Hagan, "Lay down upon the grass<br /> +Our riding-gear, ye yeomen! I recollect I was<br /> +On Rhine the best of ferrymen that e'er took oar in hand.<br /> +Trust me, I'll put you over safe into Gelfrat's land."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To make their passage quicker, the horses in a throng<br /> +They drove into the river; these swam so well and strong,<br /> +That by the forceful current the warriors lost not one;<br /> +A few down lower landed with weary toil foredone.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V25_LXVII" id="V25_LXVII"></a><a href="#St_25_LXVII">LXVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Long and broad and massy was that huge ferry-boat.<br /> +Five hundred men and better it all at once could float<br /> +With their food and weapons from sounding shore to shore.<br /> +That day many a good warrior perforce strain'd at the oar.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Aboard then plac'd the heroes their gold and eke their weed.<br /> +The goal of dark destruction they sought with fatal speed.<br /> +Hagan was master-boatman; his luckless skill alone<br /> +Full many a gallant champion brought to that land unknown.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Noble knights a thousand first he ferried o'er,<br /> +Thereto his own stout followers; behind still tarried more.<br /> +Nine thousand lusty varlets he after brought away.<br /> +The hand of him of Trony had little rest that day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As the good knight thus deftly was putting o'er his freight,<br /> +He thought on the strange warning he had receiv'd so late<br /> +From those wise river-ladies with their prophetic breath;<br /> +It brought King Gunther's chaplain within a hair of death.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +By his holy things close seated he found the priest at rest,<br /> +With one hand gently leaning above a relique-chest;<br /> +But in the grasp of Hagan that help'd him not the least.<br /> +Sore wrong perforce he suffer'd, that heaven-forsaken priest.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">252</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He caught and cast him over sooner than can be told.<br /> +Many a voice loud shouted, "Hold, hold, Sir Hagan, hold!"<br /> +Wroth at the deed was Giselher, Dame Uta's youngest son,<br /> +But hold would not Sir Hagan till the mischief he had done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the bold Burgundian the good Sir Gernot spake,<br /> +"What can it boot you, Hagan, the chaplain's life to take?<br /> +Had any other done it, he should have rued it straight.<br /> +What can thus have mov'd you the holy man to hate?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Stoutly swam the chaplain; to 'scape ne'er doubted he,<br /> +Would any but assist him, but that was not to be;<br /> +Stern Hagan, fierce and furious, as close he swam along,<br /> +Dash'd him to the bottom, wrong heaping still on wrong.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +None there but thought it outrage, yet none came to his aid,<br /> +Which when he saw, back turning for th' other bank he made;<br /> +Though fail'd his strength o'erwearied, yet God's almighty hand<br /> +Back bore him through the billows, and brought him safe to land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There stood the poor clerk shivering, and shook his dripping weed.<br /> +By this well knew Sir Hagan that their dark doom decreed,<br /> +As those wild mermaids warn'd him, 'twas all in vain to shun.<br /> +Thought he, "These hopeful champions must perish every one."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the bark was emptied, and all the goods it bore<br /> +By the three brethren's vassals were safely brought to shore,<br /> +Stern Hagan broke it piecemeal and down the current cast;<br /> +The good knights star'd upon him, with wonder all aghast.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">253</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What are you doing, brother?" Dankwart sudden cried,<br /> +"How shall we cross the river, when back we have to ride<br /> +To the Rhine from Hungary our homes again to see?"<br /> +Thereafter Hagan told him, that that was ne'er to be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the Knight of Trony, "I do it to this end,<br /> +That, should a coward among us upon this journey wend,<br /> +Who would perchance desert us through heart-appalling fear,<br /> +A shameful death may meet him in the wild waters here."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then when the priest saw Hagan the bark in pieces break,<br /> +Far o'er the boiling billows to the stern knight he spake.<br /> +"What did I to you ever, base murderer," he began,<br /> +"That you this day attempted to drown a guiltless man?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer gave Sir Hagan, "Now of this no more;<br /> +I tell you on my honor, Sir Priest, it irks me sore<br /> +That thus you have escap'd me; I neither jest nor feign."<br /> +"For this God prais'd be ever!" said the poor chaplain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I fear you not, assure you, though brought to death so nigh.<br /> +Now on with you to Hungary; over the Rhine will I.<br /> +God grant you never thither come back, you knight untrue!<br /> +So hence with my worst wishes, for what you could not do!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With those undaunted squadrons from Burgundy there came<br /> +A bold quick-handed champion; Folker was his name.<br /> +Whate'er he thought, out-spake he with ready wit and light.<br /> +All that was done by Hagan, the minstrel held for right.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their steeds were ready saddled; their sumpters loaded too;<br /> +Not yet, throughout the journey, had one had cause to rue,<br /> +Save only the king's chaplain, the nearly drown'd divine;<br /> +He plod must weary homeward, and foot it to the Rhine.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">254</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTY-SIXTH_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTY-SIXTH_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW DANKWART SLEW GELFRAT</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now were all the warriors debark'd upon the strand,<br /> +The king began to question, "Who now can through the land<br /> +Direct us, lest we wander through wildering ways unknown?"<br /> +Then answer'd valiant Folker, "That task be mine alone."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now guard you well," said Hagan, "yeoman as well as knight,<br /> +And follow friendly counsel, for thus it seems me right;<br /> +News know I, sad to utter, and sad alike to learn;<br /> +Not one of us shall ever to Burgundy return.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"'Twas told me by two mermaids this morn without disguise,<br /> +That back should we come never; now hear what I advise.<br /> +Take to your arms, ye heroes, and wend your wary way<br /> +(Since here we have stout foemen) in battailous array.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I thought to prove the mermaids, and catch them in a lie,<br /> +Who said that we in Hungary were surely doom'd to die,<br /> +And that alone the chaplain should come to Rhenish ground,<br /> +So him in yonder river I gladly would have drown'd."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V26_V" id="V26_V"></a><a href="#St_26_V">V</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The woe-denouncing tidings flew quick from rank to rank;<br /> +With ashen cheeks the warriors astonied sat and blank,<br /> +As on their death they ponder'd by dismal doom decreed,<br /> +From that disastrous journey; each shudder'd on his steed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas near the town of Mœring that they the stream had cross'd;<br /> +'Twas there that Elsy's boatman his luckless life had lost.<br /> +Then thus bespake them Hagan, "This morning by the flood<br /> +I made me certain enemies, so look for wounds and blood.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">255</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I slew that self-same boatman at early dawn to-day;<br /> +By this, all know the story; so buckle to the fray;<br /> +If Gelfrat here and Elsy our onward journey cross,<br /> +Let it be, Burgundians, to their disgrace and loss.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I know them for so valiant that they will ne'er abstain,<br /> +So let us pace our horses the slower o'er the plain,<br /> +That nobody may fancy we rather flee than ride."<br /> +"That counsel will I follow," young Giselher replied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"But who shall guide our party? This country's strange and lone."<br /> +All shouted, "That shall Folker (for well to him are known<br /> +The highways and the byways), the hardy minstrel good."<br /> +They scarce had breath'd their wishes, when in his armor stood<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The ever-ready gleeman; his helmet on he bound;<br /> +He donn'd in haste his hauberk that brightly flash'd around,<br /> +And to his spear-shaft fasten'd a pennon bloody red.<br /> +Soon with the kings his masters to a dismal doom he sped.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +By this, to valiant Gelfrat his boatman's death was known;<br /> +Swift-wing'd are evil tidings; the news as soon had flown<br /> +To the redoubted Elsy; sore griev'd thereat were both.<br /> +Straight summon'd they their vassals; all gather'd nothing loth;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And I can well assure you, that scarce few hours were past,<br /> +Ere, to find the wrong-doers, were pricking fiery fast<br /> +A sturdy troop of warriors long prov'd in war before;<br /> +In aid of noble Gelfrat seven hundred came or more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All for revenge were thirsting, all eager for th' attack,<br /> +Their warlike lords were foremost; too hotly in the track<br /> +They follow'd of those strangers, and learnt it to their cost.<br /> +Many a good friend soon after their valiant leaders lost.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">256</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hagan the cautious Tronian their hasty counsels marr'd;<br /> +How could a warrior better his friends and kinsmen guard?<br /> +He took in charge the rearward, and there his men array'd<br /> +With his brave brother Dankwart; all with one soul obey'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The day had sunk and vanish'd; 'twas gloom and darkness all.<br /> +He fear'd lest harm or danger his comrades should befall.<br /> +Well marshall'd through Bavaria beneath their shields went they;<br /> +Yet in short time their foemen assail'd them by the way.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On either side the highway, though nothing met their view,<br /> +Hoofs heard they frequent trample, and close behind them too.<br /> +Then out spoke fearless Dankwart, "Upon us is the foe;<br /> +Bind fast your helmets, warriors; prudence would have it so."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Upon their march they halted, for now they were so nigh,<br /> +That bucklers faintly glimmering they through the dark could spy,<br /> +Nor longer wish'd Sir Hagan in silence to abide.<br /> +"Who hunts us on the highway?" the deep-voiced warrior cried.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The stern Bavarian Margrave Gelfrat gave answer back,<br /> +"We're seeking out our foemen, and close are on their track.<br /> +I know not who among you this morn my boatman slew;<br /> +He was a knight of prowess; his loss I surely rue."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd he of Trony, "Was that same ferryman thine?<br /> +He would not put us over; the guilt, if guilt, is mine.<br /> +I slew him, I confess it, but what besides could I?<br /> +Myself first by his fury was all but done to die.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">257</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I offer'd gold and raiment for meed (what could I more?)<br /> +Into thy land, Sir Gelfrat, if he'd but put us o'er.<br /> +He flew into a fury, and caught me o'er the crown<br /> +With a heavy boat-pole, and knock'd me roughly down.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I snatch'd my sword in anger; from his wrath I kept my life;<br /> +A mortal wound I gave him; this clos'd at once the strife.<br /> +Yet such amends I offer as you think just and right."<br /> +They hearken'd but to vengeance, burning with scorn and spite.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I knew full well," said Gelfrat, "if Gunther pass'd along<br /> +This country with his meiny, that we should suffer wrong<br /> +At the hands of Hagan; 'scape shall he not to-day;<br /> +He did to death the ferryman, and for the deed shall pay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To smite above the bucklers they couch'd their lances straight.<br /> +Gelfrat and Hagan both clos'd with eager hate.<br /> +Elsy too and Dankwart each bore him like a knight;<br /> +Each prov'd the other's manhood; stern and stubborn was the fight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Who better could defend them? who better could assail?<br /> +Borne was the stalwart Hagan clean o'er his horse's tail,<br /> +And on the grass lay floundering by Gelfrat's sturdy stroke.<br /> +In the shock asunder his charger's pöitral broke.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then knew he what was fighting; all round the lances crash'd;<br /> +From the green Sir Hagan upstarted, unabash'd,<br /> +Or rather kindling courage from overthrow so rude.<br /> +He turn'd, I ween, on Gelfrat, not in the mildest mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Who held them both their horses, is more than I can tell.<br /> +To the ground the champions were both brought down from selle.<br /> +They rush'd upon each other; they mingled sword and shield.<br /> +Their comrades to the rescue flock'd round from all the field.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">258</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +However fiercely Hagan on noble Gelfrat sprung,<br /> +A huge piece from his buckler (loud with the stroke it rung)<br /> +Was hewn by the stout margrave; fire forth in sparkles flew;<br /> +The ferryman like to follow was Gunther's liegeman true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To the valiant Dankwart he shouted loud and high,<br /> +"Help, help me, dearest brother, I've just been like to die<br /> +By a stout-handed champion; he'll let me ne'er go free."<br /> +Thereto replied bold Dankwart, "Then I'll your umpire be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Close to them leapt the hero; nothing more he said;<br /> +Once his sword he lifted, down dropp'd Gelfrat dead.<br /> +Elsy had fain reveng'd him, but forc'd was he to yield.<br /> +He and his fear-struck comrades fled that disastrous field.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Slain was his valiant brother, himself was wounded sore,<br /> +Of his war-practis'd champions eighty the best, or more,<br /> +Lay with grim Death companion'd; what then beside could he<br /> +But from the men of Gunther with loss and anguish flee?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as they of Bavaria gave way through ghastly fear,<br /> +Behind them deadly sword-strokes loud ringing you might hear.<br /> +So the bold men of Trony held their foes in chase,<br /> +Who sought to 'scape the forfeit and ever fled apace.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then Dankwart thus behind them loud shouted o'er the plain,<br /> +"Forthwith must we be wending back on our steps again;<br /> +So let them fly unfollow'd, each bleeding as he flies,<br /> +While we rejoin our comrades; this I in truth advise."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">259</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When back had come the warriors to where the fight had been,<br /> +Thus spoke the Knight of Trony, "Chiefs, now 'twere fit, I ween,<br /> +To reckon up the missing, and learn whom we to-night<br /> +Have lost through Gelfrat's anger in this sharp sudden fight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Four of their friends had perish'd, slight cause had they to plain,<br /> +For they had well aveng'd them; on th' other hand were slain<br /> +Of the repuls'd Bavarians a hundred men or more,<br /> +The shields of the stout Tronians were dimm'd and soak'd with gore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From the clouds a moment broke out the gleaming moon;<br /> +"We shall overtake," said Hagan, "our friends and comrades soon;<br /> +But none to my good masters speak of this hasty fray;<br /> +Let them without suspicion remain till dawn of day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When those who fought the battle had now rejoin'd the rest,<br /> +They found them with long travail exhausted and oppress'd.<br /> +"How long have we to journey?" asked many a champion brave.<br /> +"Here's neither host nor hostel," was th' answer Dankwart gave,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"You all must until morning ride on as best you can."<br /> +Next sent the nimble Folker, the leader of the van,<br /> +To ask the noble marshal, "Where shall we lodge the crew<br /> +To-night? Where rest the horses and our good masters too?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer gave bold Dankwart, "That's more than I can say;<br /> +Rest must we ne'er a moment before the dawn of day,<br /> +And, wheresoe'er we meet it, lie down upon the green."<br /> +To most of those who heard him 'twas heavy news, I ween.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">260</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Long time remain'd unnotic'd the stains of bloody red,<br /> +Till the fair sun, up rising, his glittering radiance spread<br /> +At morn above the mountains; at once the king espied<br /> +That they had just been fighting, and full of anger cried,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How now, friend Hagan? so you, it seems, disdain'd<br /> +To have me for your comrade, when thus with blood was stain'd<br /> +And dabbled all your hauberks; who put you in that plight?"<br /> +Said he, "'Twas done by Elsy; he fell on us last night.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To revenge his ferryman this fierce assault he plann'd<br /> +There slain was sturdy Gelfrat by my good brother's hand,<br /> +And Elsy scarce escap'd us; 'faith he was ill bestead.<br /> +We lost but four companions, and he a hundred dead."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +We know not, where that morning the warriors laid them down,<br /> +Straight learn'd all the people in country and in town,<br /> +That noble Uta's children to court were on their road.<br /> +On them a hearty welcome was at Passau soon bestow'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well pleas'd was Bishop Pilgrin, the uncle of the queen.<br /> +That with so many champions, all cas'd in armor sheen,<br /> +His proud Burgundian nephews had come into the land.<br /> +Soon, what good will he bore them, he made them understand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Along the roads to lodge them their friends all did their best.<br /> +At Passau room was wanting to harbor every guest;<br /> +They cross'd perforce the water, where on an open ground<br /> +Were hasty tents erected, and rich pavilions pitch'd around.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They there were forc'd to tarry the space of one whole day,<br /> +And eke the night till morning; how well receiv'd were they!<br /> +Thence to the land of Rudeger they were to ride anew.<br /> +Swift to him the tidings of their coming flew.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">261</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When the way-weary warriors had ta'en some needful rest,<br /> +And now were close approaching the country of their quest,<br /> +They found upon the border a man that sleeping lay;<br /> +Sir Hagan sprung upon him, and took his sword away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He was call'd Sir Eckewart, that sleep-oppressed knight;<br /> +Sore griev'd was he and downcast at his defenceless plight,<br /> +Stripp'd of so strong a weapon, and at a stranger's will.<br /> +They found the march of Rudeger watch'd and warded ill.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Woe's me for this dishonor!" the grief-struck warrior cried,<br /> +"Alas that the Burgundians e'er hither thought to ride!<br /> +Sure, since I lost Sir Siegfried, all joy is flown from me.<br /> +Oh, well away, Sir Rudeger, how have I injur'd thee!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sir Hagan scarcely waited to hear his sorrows through;<br /> +He gave him back his weapon, and six red armlets too.<br /> +"Take these, Sir Knight, as tokens that thou my friend wilt be:<br /> +Thou'rt a bold chief to slumber thus lonely on the lea."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"God quit you for your armlets!" Sir Eckewart replied;<br /> +"Yet much, I own, it grieves me that to the Huns you ride.<br /> +You took the life of Siegfried, all hate you deadly here;<br /> +As your true friend I warn you; watch well, and wisely fear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God watch well and ward us," Hagan gave answer back;<br /> +"No care have these good warriors, save for what now they lack,<br /> +Fit and convenient quarters; fain would we learn aright<br /> +Where we, both kings and subjects, may hope to lodge to-night.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Our steeds by this long journey are ruin'd past a doubt,"<br /> +Said the bold warrior Hagan, "our stores are all run out;<br /> +Naught's to be had for money; we need (or else we're sped),<br /> +Some host, who of his goodness to-night would give us bread."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">262</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight Eckewart made answer, "I'll show you such a host,<br /> +That scarcely could a better be found in any coast,<br /> +Than he, who here, assure ye, your coming fain will greet,<br /> +If you be pleas'd, bold strangers, Sir Rudeger to meet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V26_LIV" id="V26_LIV"></a><a href="#St_26_LIV">LIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He dwells fast by the highway, and never yet on earth<br /> +Was there a host more liberal; his heart gives virtues birth,<br /> +As meadows grass and flowerets in the sweet month of May,<br /> +To do good knights good service he waxes blithe and gay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight answer'd then King Gunther, "Will you a message take,<br /> +So ask my dear friend Rudeger, if he will for my sake<br /> +Me and my kinsmen shelter and all this numerous clan?<br /> +To serve him ever after I'll do the best I can."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fain will I do your bidding," Eckewart replied.<br /> +With good will off he started; well his spurs he plied,<br /> +And what he brought to Rudeger he told without delay.<br /> +To him no such glad tidings had come for many a day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V26_LVII" id="V26_LVII"></a><a href="#St_26_LVII">LVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +A knight toward Bechlaren spurr'd fast as fast might be;<br /> +Rudeger himself discerned him; "On yonder road," said he,<br /> +"'Tis Kriemhild's liegeman Eckewart, that rides so hot a pace."<br /> +He thought his foes had harm'd him, and held him still in chase.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To the gate he hurried; the knight there saw he stand,<br /> +Who straight his sword ungirded, and laid it from his hand.<br /> +The news that he brought with him he car'd not to withhold<br /> +From the host and those about him, but straight his story told.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He thus bespake the margrave, "A message you I bring<br /> +From my good master Gunther, the stout Burgundian king,<br /> +And Giselher his brother and noble Gernot too;<br /> +Every one of the warriors sends you his service true.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">263</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The same does also Hagan and Folker bold, as well,<br /> +With firm entire devotion, and I beside must tell<br /> +What from the king's marshal I have too in command,<br /> +That need have the good yeomen of lodging at your hand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Merrily laugh'd Sir Rudeger as thus he made reply,<br /> +"I joy to hear these tidings, that kings so great and high<br /> +Deign to request my service; my zeal they soon shall see;<br /> +If they my dwelling enter, right happy shall I be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Dankwart the marshal also by me the number sends<br /> +Of those, who seek your homestead with your Burgundian friends;<br /> +Sixty nimble champions, good knights a thousand too,<br /> +And yeomen full nine thousand." Right glad the margrave grew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"In truth I shall be happy," said noble Rudeger,<br /> +"To see guests of such worship in my poor dwelling here,<br /> +To whom I have but rarely yet render'd service due.<br /> +Now ride ye forth to meet them, good friends and kinsmen true."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that in haste they mounted: forth flew squire and knight,<br /> +Whate'er their lord commanded, that pass'd with all for right;<br /> +The better thus their duties they did when need requir'd.<br /> +Yet nothing knew Dame Gotelind, who sat in power retir'd.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">264</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTY-SEVENTH_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTY-SEVENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">RUDEGER'S HOSPITALITY</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There lingered not the margrave, but straight the ladies sought,<br /> +His wife and his fair daughter, and what good news he brought,<br /> +By Eckewart deliver'd, told with exulting glee,<br /> +How their good lady's brethren their guests were soon to be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"My dearest love and lady," his tale he thus 'gan tell,<br /> +"The noble kings approaching receive, as fits them, well,<br /> +Since hither they are passing to court with all their clan;<br /> +Accord, too, like fair greeting to Hagan, Gunther's man.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"With them besides on duty comes one that Dankwart hight;<br /> +And yet a third call'd Folker, a well-train'd courtly knight.<br /> +These six must you, Dame Gotelind, and you, fair daughter, kiss.<br /> +Nor at your hands let any of fitting kindness miss."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +That promis'd straight the ladies, and ready all things made.<br /> +Large store of goodly raiment forth from the chests they laid,<br /> +That they such noble warriors might meet in fit array;<br /> +Many a lovely lady bestirr'd herself that day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How little spurious colors on their fresh cheeks were found!<br /> +Far-glittering golden fillets about their heads they wound,<br /> +And in such gorgeous bondage confin'd their radiant hair,<br /> +Lest the light frolic breezes should work disorder there.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">265</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So let us leave the ladies in no unpleasing toil.<br /> +Meanwhile the friends of Rudeger swift scour'd the sounding soil,<br /> +Till, where they found the princes, they made a sudden stand.<br /> +The guests were warmly welcom'd to the good margrave's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When to his home the margrave saw the Burgundians come,<br /> +Exulting thus bespoke he the strangers all and some,<br /> +"Welcome, ye lords! right welcome, you and your vassals too.<br /> +Here in my land full gladly I see such friends as you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The brethren to his greeting their stately heads inclin'd,<br /> +To the loving love returning, and kindness to the kind.<br /> +Apart he greeted Hagan, whom he had known of old;<br /> +The same did he to Folker the minstrel blithe and bold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Last welcom'd he Sir Dankwart, who thus his host bespake,<br /> +"Since you will give us shelter, pray who in charge will take<br /> +The train we have brought hither, all in such weary plight?"<br /> +Then answer'd him the margrave, "Well will you rest to-night.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"My people shall keep safely all you have hither brought,<br /> +Silver and steeds and raiment; you need not think of aught.<br /> +Be sure, I'll take such order, that loss shall none occur.<br /> +You'll not miss all among you as much as half a spur.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So pitch your tents, ye yeomen, in the field apace;<br /> +Whatever here is missing, I'll willingly replace;<br /> +Off with bit and saddle—turn loose your weary steeds."<br /> +Such a host had rarely supplied the wanderer's needs.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">266</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well pleased were the Burgundians; when all was brought to pass,<br /> +The lords rode on together; the yeomen on the grass<br /> +Laid them down in clusters; there to repose they fell;<br /> +I ween, in all their journey they ne'er had far'd so well.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now from forth the castle the noble margravine<br /> +Had gone with her fair daughter; beside them there was seen<br /> +Many a lovely lady, and many a smiling maid,<br /> +All deck'd with store of bracelets, and in bright robes array'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Precious stones were sparkling ever and anon<br /> +About their gorgeous raiment; themselves yet brighter shone.<br /> +Thither rode up the strangers and lighted instantly.<br /> +Ah! what high bearing had they, those chiefs of Burgundy!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Six and thirty maidens and thereto many a dame,<br /> +Each fair as wish could sigh for, or busy fancy fame,<br /> +Stepp'd forth to greet the strangers with warriors many a one;<br /> +Their task by those high ladies with comely grace was done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The margravine went forward, and kiss'd the kings all three;<br /> +The like too did her daughter; Hagan, the next was he.<br /> +Her father bade her kiss him; a glance on him she cast,<br /> +And thought he look'd so dreadful, that him she fain had pass'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At length perforce she did it, since so her father said,<br /> +Yet could not but change color, now waxing white, now red.<br /> +She kiss'd, too, noble Dankwart, and Folker last in place.<br /> +For his strength and valor the minstrel gain'd such grace.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +This done, with gentle gesture the damsel meek and mild<br /> +By the hand, yet trembling, took Giselher the child,<br /> +Her mother took King Gunther, the bold Burgundian lord.<br /> +So with the knights the ladies mov'd thence in blithe accord.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">267</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The host went with Sir Gernot into a spacious hall;<br /> +There both chiefs and ladies down sat together all.<br /> +Straight to his guests the margrave bade hand good wine around.<br /> +Better entertainment knights yet never found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There many a longing eye-glance from all sides might you see<br /> +Bent on the margrave's daughter, so fresh and fair was she.<br /> +Many a good knight was breathing for her the secret sigh;<br /> +In truth she well deserv'd it; her thoughts were pure and high.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They mus'd just as it pleas'd them, yet naught could thence befall.<br /> +Alike meanwhile were glances cast by the knights in hall<br /> +On other dames and damsels, whereof there sat good store.<br /> +Soon show'd the noble minstrel what love the host he bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now at last they sever'd, as custom there requir'd;<br /> +Ladies and knights, as fitted, to separate rooms retir'd.<br /> +In the broad hall the tables in order straight were set;<br /> +There soon the noble strangers all lordly service met.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To grace her guests, at table the noble hostess kind<br /> +Took place, but left her daughter, as fitted best, behind<br /> +Among her blooming maidens, with whom retir'd she sat.<br /> +The guests, who joy'd to see her, were little pleas'd with that.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V27_XXIV" id="V27_XXIV"></a><a href="#St_27_XXIV">XXIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +With meats and drinks abundant their fill had feasted all;<br /> +Then back the lovely ladies were usher'd to the hall;<br /> +Nor comely mirth there wanted, nor merriment, nor jest.<br /> +The gentle knight Sir Folker there shone above the rest.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">268</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then out spake to Sir Rudeger that minstrel bold and true,<br /> +"High and puissant margrave, God sure has dealt with you<br /> +As one whom most He favors, since he so fair a wife<br /> +Has given you for a helpmate, and bless'd with joy your life.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"If I were a monarch and if a crown I wore,"<br /> +Said the good knight, "no maiden should be my queen before<br /> +Your fair and gentle daughter; my heart's desire I tell;<br /> +Lovely is she to look on, high-born and nurtur'd well."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the noble margrave, "What chance could ever bring<br /> +To woo my child beloved a proud and puissant king?<br /> +My wife and I are exiles, both worn with age and care,<br /> +And can give her nothing; what boots then all her fair?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereat the courteous Gernot took up the word and spake,<br /> +"If I desir'd a helpmate after my heart to take<br /> +None would I ask more gladly than this same modest maid."<br /> +Thereupon Sir Hagan in courtly fashion said,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now fits it my lord Giselher to take a bride, I ween,<br /> +And sure so high-descended is the young margravine,<br /> +That I and all his vassals would do her homage fain,<br /> +If crown'd we were to see her in our Burgundian reign."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well pleas'd was good Sir Rudeger Sir Hagan's words to hear,<br /> +So, too, was Lady Gotelind; right joyous was her cheer.<br /> +Soon so the chiefs contriv'd it, that Giselher, nothing loth,<br /> +To wife took the fair maiden, as well beseem'd them both.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V27_XXXI" id="V27_XXXI"></a><a href="#St_27_XXXI">XXXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +When once a thing is settled, who further can gainsay?<br /> +Forthwith they bade the damsel to court to take her way.<br /> +Then for his wife to give him the lovely maid they swore,<br /> +Then he too vow'd to cherish and love her evermore.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">269</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Next dower'd was the fair maiden with castles and with land;<br /> +With an oath assurance was giv'n by Gunther's hand,<br /> +As well as by Lord Gernot's, that so it should be done.<br /> +Then said the noble margrave, "Since castles I have none,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"With you will I forever a faithful friendship hold;<br /> +A hundred sumpters' burden of silver and of gold<br /> +(No unbefitting portion) I'll give the gentle bride,<br /> +So that the bridegroom's warriors may well be satisfied."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then had the bride and bridegroom within a ring to stand,<br /> +For such was then the custom; a merry stripling band<br /> +Encircled the fair couple, and gaz'd on them their fill,<br /> +And thought the while as idly as think young people still.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now when was ask'd the damsel in homely phrase and plain,<br /> +If she would have the warrior, she felt a moment's pain;<br /> +Not that she was unwilling to take the stately one;<br /> +She blush'd but at the question, as many a maid has done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Her father Rudeger told her at once to answer, "Yes,"<br /> +And that she fain would take him. In a trice with tenderness<br /> +Young Giselher around her, the shrinking and the coy,<br /> +Lock'd his white hands together; alas! how fleeting was their joy!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake again the margrave, "Ye rich and noble kings,<br /> +When you, as is the custom, after your revellings<br /> +Return by us to Rhineland, I'll give my child to you,<br /> +To take her in your party." They promis'd so to do.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The merry sound of revel was hush'd perforce at last.<br /> +With mincing step the maidens forth to their chambers pass'd,<br /> +And eke in rest the strangers slept on till break of day.<br /> +Then the first meal was ready; none better far'd than they.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">270</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Their fast they scarce had broken, when they at once would start<br /> +For the realm of Hungary; "You must not thus depart,"<br /> +Said the good host Sir Rudeger; "awhile here tarry yet,<br /> +Such guests and so beloved but seldom have I met."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That must not be," said Dankwart, "your ruin you design,<br /> +Where can you find provisions, bread as well as wine,<br /> +If day by day an army is eating up your store?"<br /> +Soon as the host had heard him, he said, "Talk thus no more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, thus to refuse me, my dear lords, do not think;<br /> +For fourteen days together I'll find you meat and drink,<br /> +You and all those about you, your well-appointed train.<br /> +Full little of my substance has yet King Etzel ta'en."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whate'er excuse they offer'd, there perforce they stay'd<br /> +Feasting till the fourth morning; then well their host display'd<br /> +His far-renowned bounty, and to his parting guests<br /> +Gave without stint for presents proud steeds and gorgeous vests.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +This now could last no longer; thence must they forward fare.<br /> +Little his custom'd bounty did then the margrave spare.<br /> +All then was had for asking; that morn denied was none;<br /> +All kindness and all honor to every guest was done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V27_XLIV" id="V27_XLIV"></a><a href="#St_27_XLIV">XLIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now their noble meiny brought up before the gate<br /> +Store of good chargers saddled; thither to swell their state<br /> +Flock'd troops of foreign champions, all bearing shield in hand,<br /> +All with the Rhenish brethren bound to King Etzel's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The noble host in plenty proffer'd his gifts to all<br /> +Before the noble strangers came outside the hall.<br /> +With open hand liv'd Rudeger, stout heart, and honor clear;<br /> +He now his lovely daughter had given to Giselher.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">271</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then gave he valiant Gernot a sword full sharp and bright,<br /> +Which soon the bold Burgundian bore manfully in fight.<br /> +That so her husband gave it, well pleased the margrave's wife.<br /> +Alas! the fatal present cost Rudeger his life.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the great King Gunther he gave from out his store<br /> +A mailcoat, that with honor the sturdy champion wore.<br /> +But seldom could the monarch to take a present brook,<br /> +Yet at the hand of Rudeger this with warm thanks he took.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then Gotelind, as was fitting, offer'd with fair accord<br /> +A parting gift to Hagan, that, like the king his lord,<br /> +He, too, not empty-handed, to Etzel court might ride,<br /> +But he declin'd the present, and to the dame replied,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I ne'er saw ought, fair lady, however rich and rare,<br /> +That it would more content me hence as my own to bear,<br /> +Than yonder well-form'd buckler that hangs on yonder wall.<br /> +To take that shield to Hungary would please me most of all."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V27_L" id="V27_L"></a><a href="#St_27_L">L</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the Lady Gotelind heard Hagan's accents deep,<br /> +They brought to mind her sorrow; she could not choose but weep.<br /> +Then thought she on bold Nudung, by mightier Wittich slain,<br /> +And to her wounded bosom the smart return'd again.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus she bespake Sir Hagan, "That shield I freely give,<br /> +And would to God the warrior among us still did live,<br /> +Who bore it erst in battle; dead on the field he lay;<br /> +Him must I weep for ever, mourning my life away."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then from her seat she totter'd; her limbs with anguish shook;<br /> +The shield of her lamented in her white hands she took,<br /> +And carried it to Hagan; he grasp'd the gift she gave,<br /> +Giv'n and receiv'd in honor, and fitting well the brave.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">272</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A veil of glittering samite its varied hues conceal'd;<br /> +Never had the daylight shone on a better shield.<br /> +With precious stones far-beaming 'twas richly deck'd all o'er.<br /> +It could not have been purchas'd for a thousand marks or more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So by command of Hagan the shield away was ta'en.<br /> +Then came to court Sir Dankwart among the parting train.<br /> +To him gave Rudeger's daughter robes richly broider'd o'er,<br /> +Which 'midst the Huns thereafter in joyous mood he wore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of all the gifts that morning bestow'd on every guest,<br /> +Not one by those Burgundians had ever been possess'd,<br /> +But by the margrave's bounty, which so by proof they knew.<br /> +Soon they became such foemen, that they the giver slew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now the valiant Folker with high-bred courtly grace<br /> +Stepp'd forth before Dame Gotelind, and, standing there in place,<br /> +His sweetest tones attemper'd and sang his choicest lay,<br /> +Ere he from Bechlaren took leave and went his way.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that the gentle hostess bade bring a casket near<br /> +(Of friendly gifts and bounty and kindness you must hear);<br /> +From this she took twelve bracelets, and drew them o'er his hand;<br /> +"These you must take, and with you bear hence to Etzel's land,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And for the sake of Gotelind the same at court must wear,<br /> +That I may learn, when hither again you all repair,<br /> +What service you have done me in yon assembly bright."<br /> +The lady's wish thereafter full well perform'd the knight.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">273</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the noble margrave his parting guests bespake,<br /> +"That you may ride the safer, myself the charge will take<br /> +To guide you, lest from robbers you suffer by the road."<br /> +With that upon his sumpters in haste was laid their load.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The host he soon was ready with full five hundred men<br /> +Well horsed and well apparell'd; them led he merrily then<br /> +To the proud feast of Etzel, and they him follow'd fain;<br /> +Not one of them came living to Bechlaren back again.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The host from home departed with many a loving kiss:<br /> +The like did also Giselher; his honor counsell'd this.<br /> +Each to his beating bosom his trembling lady press'd.<br /> +That parting planted sorrow in many a virgin breast.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All windows in Bechlaren now flew open wide.<br /> +Straight would to horse the margrave, and with his warriors ride<br /> +I ween, their hearts that moment their coming doom forbode.<br /> +Many a dame and many a damsel loud sobb'd as forth they rode.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +E'en for their best beloved in heart they sorrow'd sore,<br /> +For those, whom at Bechlaren they were to see no more.<br /> +Yet merrily the champions prick'd along the strand<br /> +Downward beside the Danube to reach the Hunnish land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus to the Burgundians out spake the stately knight.<br /> +"Rudeger the noble, methinks, it were but right<br /> +We should announce we're coming e'en now to Hunnish ground;<br /> +More pleasantly no tidings in Etzel's ear will sound."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">274</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight adown through Austria he bade a courier ride;<br /> +At once among the people 'twas publish'd far and wide,<br /> +That coming were the heroes from Worms beyond the Rhine.<br /> +Right glad were Etzel's vassals, and those of Etzel's line.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V27_LXVI" id="V27_LXVI"></a><a href="#St_27_LXVI">LXVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +With the news the couriers forth gallop'd hastily,<br /> +That the Nibelungers were now in Hungary.<br /> +"Well should'st thou receive them, Kriemhild, lady mine!<br /> +They come to do thee honor, these brethren dear of thine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dame Kriemhild at a window was standing there to view;<br /> +She look'd out for her kinsmen as friend for friends will do.<br /> +From her native country saw she many a man.<br /> +The king too heard the tidings and for joy to laugh began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now I at last am happy," exclaim'd th' exulting queen;<br /> +"Hither are come my kinsmen with many a mailcoat sheen,<br /> +And many a new-made buckler; who would for gold endeavor,<br /> +Let him my wrongs remember, and I'll befriend him ever.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yes! I will so contrive it, to take revenge for all<br /> +At this same feast of Etzel's (whatever thereafter fall)<br /> +On his abhorred body, who so the traitor play'd,<br /> +And all my joy so blasted.—I shall be now repaid."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">275</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTY-EIGHTH_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTY-EIGHTH_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW KRIEMHILD RECEIVED HAGAN</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V28_I" id="V28_I"></a><a href="#St_28_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now the bold Burgundians had come into the land,<br /> +He of Bern soon heard it, the aged Hildebrand;<br /> +He told his lord the tidings; sore griev'd it the good knight;<br /> +He begged him the stout strangers receive as best they might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight to bring up the horses quick Wolfhart order gave;<br /> +Then forward prick'd with Dietrich full many a champion brave.<br /> +Thence to the field to greet them; as friends to friends they went.<br /> +There had they pitch'd all ready full many a gorgeous tent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Them riding thus at distance soon as Sir Hagan spied,<br /> +Thus he his courteous counsel unto his lords applied.<br /> +"Now every one, ye warriors, down instant from his seat,<br /> +And these, who'd bid you welcome, go forth yourselves to meet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V28_IV" id="V28_IV"></a><a href="#St_28_IV">IV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Well know I yon bright meiny, whom here we have at hand;<br /> +They are the choicest warriors; of th' Amelungers' land.<br /> +The Lord of Bern rides foremost; high-mettled chiefs are they,<br /> +So scorn not what fair service they proffer you to-day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V28_V" id="V28_V"></a><a href="#St_28_V">V</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then down from horse alighted, as fitting was and right,<br /> +With the redoubted Dietrich many a good squire and knight.<br /> +All to the noble strangers went forward hastily,<br /> +And courteously saluted the lords of Burgundy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as discern'd Sir Dietrich how they to meet him came,<br /> +Now you would hear full gladly what words that chief of fame<br /> +Spoke to the sons of Uta; their journey griev'd him sore;<br /> +The truth, he thought, Sir Rudeger had known and told before.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">276</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Welcome, ye lords, right welcome, Gunther and Gernot true,<br /> +And Giselher and Hagan, the like to Folker too,<br /> +And ever-ready Dankwart. Do you not understand<br /> +That Kriemhild still mourns deeply the Chief of Niblungland?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why, she will weep forever," Sir Hagan made reply,<br /> +"'Tis many a year, Sir Dietrich, since he was done to die.<br /> +She now has got King Etzel; of love she cannot lack;<br /> +Siegfried is dead and buried, and never can come back."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Just now let us, I prithee, leave Siegfried's wounds alone,"<br /> +The Lord of Bern, Sir Dietrich, replied in earnest tone,<br /> +"As long as lives Dame Kriemhild there's fear of mortal ill.<br /> +Trust of the Nibelungers! watch and be wary still."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why watch, and why be wary?" the lofty king replied.<br /> +"Etzel sent us envoys (what should I ask beside?)<br /> +To say, that with our visit he would be well content;<br /> +And by them many a message my sister Kriemhild sent."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To my advice," said Hagan, "I pray you, now give ear.<br /> +Entreat our friend Sir Dietrich and his good warriors here,<br /> +Of their suspicious tidings the utmost scope to show,<br /> +That we may come more fully Dame Kriemhild's mind to know."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the three kings, retiring, to separate converse drew,<br /> +Gunther and Gernot and good Sir Dietrich, too.<br /> +"Now tell us, we beseech thee, right noble Knight of Bern,<br /> +How thou hast been able Queen Kriemhild's mind to learn."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The Lord of Bern thus answer'd, "What have I now to say?<br /> +I hear the wife of Etzel every break of day<br /> +To the great God of heaven sob out her dreary tale,<br /> +And for the loss of Siegfried yet ever weep and wail."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">277</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What's done can ne'er be undone," spoke out the minstrel bold,<br /> +The death-defying Folker, "for all we've just been told.<br /> +So to court let's onward, and manfully abide<br /> +Whate'er may us stout champions among the Huns betide."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So the bold Burgundians to court thence took their way<br /> +After their country's fashion in pomp and proud array.<br /> +Many a stout knight of Hungary among the gazers came<br /> +To look on Tronian Hagan, and mark his warrior frame.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of him among the courtiers were rumors not a few,<br /> +That he it was who Siegfried, the Netherlander, slew,<br /> +The strongest of all champions, Dame Kriemhild's husband bold.<br /> +Hence much was there among them of Hagan ask'd and told.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well grown and well compacted was that redoubted guest;<br /> +Long were his legs and sinewy, and deep and broad his chest.<br /> +His hair, that once was sable, with gray was dash'd of late,<br /> +And terrible his visage, and lordly was his gait.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now the bold Burgundians with shelter were supplied.<br /> +The knights were lodg'd together, the rest were sunder'd wide.<br /> +Through Kriemhild's hate to Gunther was plann'd this subtle train,<br /> +That easier in their quarters the yeomen might be slain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dankwart was the marshal, Hagan's brother brave;<br /> +The charge of the stout yeomen to him King Gunther gave,<br /> +That all might well be tended, and each might have his fill.<br /> +The Chief of the Burgundians bore all his train good will.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">278</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V28_XX" id="V28_XX"></a><a href="#St_28_XX">XX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Kriemhild the lovely with all her meiny went,<br /> +Where she the Nibelungers receiv'd with false intent.<br /> +She took her brother Giselher and took him by the hand.<br /> +That seeing drew Sir Hagan more tight his helmet's band.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V28_XXI" id="V28_XXI"></a><a href="#St_28_XXI">XXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Sure after such a welcome," thus Hagan sternly spake,<br /> +"Methinks for men of action 'twere fitting, thought to take.<br /> +Greeting kings and subjects in such a different guise!—<br /> +I fear our journey hither will hardly pass for wise."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To those who fain would see you," said Kriemhild, "welcome be;<br /> +Look not for friendly greeting for your own sake from me.<br /> +But tell me what you've brought me from Worms beyond the Rhine,<br /> +That you so warm a welcome should find from me or mine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why these words, my lady?" said Hagan, "what's their drift?<br /> +That all these knights from Rhineland should bring you each a gift?<br /> +I knew you were so wealthy, and liv'd so royally,<br /> +I need not bring you presents as far as Hungary.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Then with this one plain question your memory I must goad.<br /> +The Nibelungers' treasure—where have you that bestow'd?<br /> +That was my own possession as well you understand.<br /> +'Twas that you should have brought me hither to Etzel's land."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I' faith, my lady Kriemhild, 'tis now full many a day<br /> +Since in my power the treasure of the Nibelungers lay.<br /> +In the Rhine my lords bade sink it; I did their bidding fain,<br /> +And in the Rhine, I warrant, till doomsday 'twill remain."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">279</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V28_XXVI" id="V28_XXVI"></a><a href="#St_28_XXVI">XXVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus the queen made answer, "That was just what I thought.<br /> +Little of it, ay, little have you hither brought,<br /> +Though 'twas my own, unquestion'd to keep or give away.<br /> +I've had for it much sorrow and many a dreary day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V28_XXVII" id="V28_XXVII"></a><a href="#St_28_XXVII">XXVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The devil a hoard I bring you," said Hagan, the stern knight;<br /> +"I've quite enough to carry in my mailcoat bright<br /> +And in my trusty buckler; my hand must wield the sword,<br /> +My head support the helmet;—how could I bring your hoard?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V28_XXVIII" id="V28_XXVIII"></a><a href="#St_28_XXVIII">XXVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Think not I stir this matter because for gold I care;<br /> +To give have I such plenty, your gifts I well can spare.<br /> +One murder and two robberies! I have been beggar'd thrice<br /> +For these to the last farthing poor I demand the price."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the Queen of Hungary bespake the warriors all;<br /> +"No weapons may be carried, ye knights, into the hall.<br /> +I'll have them kept in safety, so give them up to me."<br /> +"In truth," replied Sir Hagan, "that shall never be.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I long not for the honor that a queen so great and fair<br /> +My shield and other armor should to my quarters bear.<br /> +Not so my father taught me; ever of old said he,<br /> +Let none but thou, son Hagan, thy armor-bearer be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Oh! woe is me unhappy," burst Dame Kriemhild out,<br /> +"My brethren here and Hagan, why should they shrink and doubt?<br /> +Not trust me with their bucklers?—they have been warn'd, I see;<br /> +If I but knew who did it, death should be his fee."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">280</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto, inflam'd with anger, return'd Sir Dietrich brave,<br /> +"'Twas I that the warning to the noble princes gave,<br /> +And to their liegeman Hagan, to whom such hate thou bear'st.<br /> +Now up, she-fiend! be doing, and harm me if thou dar'st!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Deep blush'd the wife of Etzel for anger and for shame;<br /> +Much she fear'd Sir Dietrich, that vengeance-breathing dame;<br /> +Nor word she spake, but, turning, with many a sharp, quick glance<br /> +Ever as thence she parted glared on her foes askance.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V28_XXXIV" id="V28_XXXIV"></a><a href="#St_28_XXXIV">XXXIV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then two clasp'd hands as frankly as brother does with brother;<br /> +The one was good Sir Dietrich, Sir Hagan was the other.<br /> +Then spoke the lofty Berner with courteous words and true;<br /> +"In sooth your coming hither right bitterly I rue,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Through that which with such malice the vengeful queen let fall."<br /> +Straight answered he of Trony, "'Faith, there's a cure for all."<br /> +Such words unto his fellow spoke either mighty man.<br /> +King Etzel had observ'd them, and thus to ask began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fain would I learn," said Etzel, "if any here can tell,<br /> +Who is that champion yonder, whom Dietrich greets so well.<br /> +He is a man of mettle as I can guess by sight;<br /> +Whoever is his father, sure he's a peerless knight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake a man of Kriemhild's, "I'll tell you all I can.<br /> +That knight was born at Trony, his sire was Aldrian.<br /> +Though now he plays the courtier, he is a champion stern.<br /> +That I've not lied unto you, Sir King, you soon may learn."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">281</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That he's so stern a champion, how can I ever see?"<br /> +Of all the craft and cunning nothing yet knew he,<br /> +Wherewith about her kinsmen the queen her toils had wound,<br /> +That not a soul among them came back from Hunnish ground.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Well knew I once good Aldrian; my man was he of yore.<br /> +With me much praise and honor obtain'd he heretofore;<br /> +'Twas I, a knight who dubb'd him, and gave him of my gold.<br /> +I could not but befriend him for true was he and bold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So all that touches Hagan, I've known for many a year.<br /> +Of old two noble children my hostages were here,<br /> +He and the Spaniard Walter; here each grew up to man.<br /> +At last I sent home Hagan; Walter off with Hildgund ran."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So thought the king with pleasure on what had happ'd of yore.<br /> +His former friend of Trony he gladly saw once more,<br /> +Who with high deeds of knighthood in youth had serv'd his ends,<br /> +But in age spread wide destruction among his dearest friends.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="TWENTY-NINTH_ADVENTURE" id="TWENTY-NINTH_ADVENTURE"></a>TWENTY-NINTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW HAGAN REFUSED TO RISE TO KRIEMHILD</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V29_I" id="V29_I"></a><a href="#St_29_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then parted the bold couple, both hardy knights and stern,<br /> +Hagan the chief of Trony, and Dietrich lord of Bern.<br /> +Then, looking o'er his shoulder, King Gunther's liegeman eyed<br /> +The crowd to find a comrade, whom in a trice he spied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Folker, the skilful minstrel, he saw by Giselher stand,<br /> +And pray'd him to come with him apart from all the band,<br /> +For well he knew his fierceness and danger-daring mood.<br /> +He was a knight in all things of dauntless hardihood.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">282</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They left the lords assembled where in the court they stood;<br /> +Alone retir'd this couple of hardy knights and good,<br /> +And cross'd the court far distant, and reach'd a palace fair.<br /> +Of hostile spite or outrage naught reck'd the peerless pair.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Before the house down sat they upon a bench hard by,<br /> +Facing a hall of Kriemhild's; a fairer ne'er met eye.<br /> +Bright from their stately persons their glittering armor shone.<br /> +Each knight would fain have known them of all who there look'd on.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As on wild beasts, grim rangers of wood or dreary wold,<br /> +The whispering Huns at distance gaz'd on the champions bold.<br /> +Queen Kriemhild from a window espied them thus apart,<br /> +And a frown o'ercast her beauty, and passion shook her heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She thought on all her sorrows, and straight began to weep.<br /> +There many a man of Etzel's stood lost in wonder deep.<br /> +All ask'd, what so disturb'd her, and chang'd her cheer anew.<br /> +"Hagan," she answer'd, "Hagan, ye warriors bold and true!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus they bespake their lady, "How can this have been?<br /> +But now we saw you merry and blithe of mood, fair queen.<br /> +How bold soe'er the warrior who has wrong'd King Etzel's wife,<br /> +Give but the word of vengeance and cost shall it his life."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thanks, warriors, thanks for ever! on him who wreaks my woe,<br /> +All that he can ask for straight will I bestow.<br /> +At your feet I throw me," sobbing thus she spake,<br /> +"Revenge me on this Hagan, and slay him for my sake."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">283</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight ready made for mischief sixty men of might;<br /> +Instant would they have hasten'd in fair Kriemhild's right<br /> +To take the life of Hagan, that redoubted one,<br /> +And of the fearless gleeman; with forethought all was done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But when the queen survey'd them, and found the band so few,<br /> +Thus she, amidst her fury, bespake her friends anew.<br /> +"Be still awhile, ye warriors! your martial mood restrain;<br /> +Ne'er can a troop so scanty stern Hagan's might sustain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Strong is the Knight of Trony, and oft in battle tried,<br /> +But stronger yet the warrior who sits him there beside,<br /> +Folker, the valiant gleeman; he is a dangerous man.<br /> +Attack them not so rashly; first muster all you can."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They hearken'd to her warning; then many more came on,<br /> +Till round her knights four hundred in burnish'd armor shone.<br /> +The furious queen was longing her rage on both to sate;<br /> +Thence came the chiefs soon after to stand in deadly strait.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When so she saw her meiny each in his harness stand,<br /> +Thus she sternly smiling bespake th' impatient band.<br /> +"Wait yet, my friends, a moment, ere with yon pair you close;<br /> +My crown upon my temples will I confront my foes.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"First hear, and from the doer, whose hand my heart has torn,<br /> +The wrongs, that I from Hagan, my brother's man, have borne,<br /> +I know him for so haughty, that out he'll speak them all;<br /> +And I too care as little what thence on him may fall."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When that redoubted minstrel, who kept good watch, I ween,<br /> +Descending swift a staircase beheld the noble queen,<br /> +And thence beyond the threshold—when he this espied<br /> +In a trice bespake he his comrade by his side.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">284</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Look there! look there! friend Hagan! how hither there she hies,<br /> +Who to this land has drawn us with friendly seeming lies!<br /> +Queen yet saw I never begirt with such a band,<br /> +Each marching as to battle with naked sword in hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Know you that here, friend Hagan, you're hated bitterly?<br /> +So keep you all the better from force or treachery;<br /> +Look to your life and honor; this is what I advise;<br /> +They're coming on in anger if rightly I surmise.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And many there are among them so broad across the chest—<br /> +If we are to defend us, 'tis time to do our best.<br /> +Each about his body a shining mailcoat wears,<br /> +But whom therewith they threaten, not a tongue declares."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto in wrath Sir Hagan gave answer stern and proud,<br /> +"Well know I wherefore musters yon armor-bearing crowd;<br /> +'Gainst me they gird the hauberk and wave the sword on high,<br /> +Yet back again to Rhineland in spite of them will I.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Tell me now, friend Folker, will you stand me by,<br /> +If these men of Kriemhild's would my mettle try?<br /> +Show me, if you love me, faithful friend and true!<br /> +And when you need my service I'll do as much for you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To death will I stand by you," the minstrel answer made,<br /> +"Though came the king against us with all his knights to aid.<br /> +As long as life is in me, to fight I will not slack,<br /> +Nor from your side for terror one foot will I give back."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God in heaven requite you, good friend in danger tried!<br /> +Let them come on, and welcome; what can I need beside!<br /> +If Folker is my second, as I rejoice to hear.<br /> +Yon knights, methinks, will ponder before they venture near."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">285</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To rise would now become us," the gleeman straight replied,<br /> +"She is a king's companion, and nobly born beside.<br /> +As a queen and a lady, such honor is her due.<br /> +By fitly doing honor we both shall gain it too."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, as you love me, Folker," said Hagan, "do not so.<br /> +Were we to rise an instant in face of yonder foe,<br /> +They'd fancy we were flinching, and that through fear 'twere done.<br /> +Here will I sit before them, and rise will I for none.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Sure it becomes us better here as we are to wait.<br /> +How can I ever honor who bears me deadly hate?<br /> +That will I do never as long as I have life.<br /> +I care not, I, a tittle for the wrath of Etzel's wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Across his legs his broadsword o'erweening Hagan laid,<br /> +A keen well-temper'd weapon; on the pummel fair display'd<br /> +A beaming precious jasper, greener than grass, it bore.<br /> +At a glance did Kriemhild know it for that which Siegfried wore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At the sight she started; nigh her senses fled;<br /> +Golden was the handle, the scabbard trimm'd with red;<br /> +It brought back all her sorrow; her tears began to flow.<br /> +For that, I ween, had Hagan laid out the weapon so.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V29_XXVIII" id="V29_XXVIII"></a><a href="#St_29_XXVIII">XXVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +On the bench beside him Folker the swift and strong<br /> +A fiddlestick grasp'd closer, massy and broad and long,<br /> +As sharp as any razor, much like a battle-blade.<br /> +There sat the lofty couple unmov'd and undismay'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So proud they felt together that pair of champions bold,<br /> +That rise would they never for one of mortal mould.<br /> +Straight up to them went Kriemhild, scarce deigning to bestow<br /> +The stern contemptuous greeting that foe accords to foe.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">286</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Now say, Sir Hagan, who has sent for you,<br /> +That you have dar'd hither to come with yonder crew?<br /> +And yet you must remember all you have done to me.<br /> +Had you been in your senses, you'd sure have let it be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"'Tis true," straight answer'd Hagan, "no one sent for me.<br /> +To this land were invited royal brethren three;<br /> +My lords are those three brethren, and their man am I,<br /> +And courts they seldom visit but Hagan must be by."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Now tell me further, why did you that ill deed,<br /> +That my undying hatred has won you, fitting meed?<br /> +'Twas you that did Sir Siegfried, my noble husband, slay,<br /> +For whom must I for ever weep to my dying day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "Why question further? That were a waste of breath.<br /> +In a word, I am e'en Hagan, who Siegfried did to death.<br /> +How dearly paid the warrior, the best good knights among,<br /> +For all fair Brunhild suffer'd from Lady Kriemhild's tongue!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What I have done, proud princess, I never will deny.<br /> +The cause of all the mischief, the wrong, the loss, am I.<br /> +So now, or man, or woman, revenge it who so will;<br /> +I scorn to speak a falsehood, I've done you grievous ill."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "You hear it, warriors, how he confesses all,<br /> +All the wrong he did me; what thence may him befall,<br /> +To me it nothing matters, ye knights, King Etzel's best!"<br /> +The haughty Huns stood doubting, and each look'd on the rest.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whate'er had then befallen, had once the strife begun,<br /> +Sure had those two companions the palm of knighthood won;<br /> +Well had they prov'd their valor in many a field before.<br /> +The Huns their high adventure perforce through fear gave o'er.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">287</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus spake one of the warriors, "Why look ye so on me?<br /> +From this foolish promise at once I'll set me free.<br /> +No gifts shall ever move me to lose my precious life.<br /> +The queen misleads us merely; trust not King Etzel's wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ay, friend!" rejoin'd another, "I'm in the self-same case;<br /> +Yonder large-lim'b minstrel never would I face,<br /> +No, not if one would give me whole towers of good red gold.<br /> +Mark his sharp, quick glances; he's wary as he's bold.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Well know I, too, Sir Hagan, e'en from his youthful days,<br /> +And so can well give credence when others speak his praise.<br /> +In two and twenty battles I've seen him sway the strife;<br /> +That arm of his, believe me, has widow'd many a wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V29_XL" id="V29_XL"></a><a href="#St_29_XL">XL</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He and the valiant Spaniard many an adventure sought<br /> +While here they dwelt with Etzel, and many a battle fought<br /> +To the king's boot and glory; full oft they prov'd their might;<br /> +All tongues must so much honor yield Hagan as his right.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yet then the hardy warrior in years was but a child;<br /> +Now are they grave and grizzled who then were raw and wild.<br /> +Now is he proved in counsel, a champion stern and strong,<br /> +And eke wears trusty Balmung, which erst he gain'd by wrong."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus 'twas at once decided, and struck was not a blow.<br /> +Sore irk'd it angry Kriemhild; her heart was wrung with woe.<br /> +Thence back the knights departed, each fearing to be sped<br /> +By that redoubted couple; good cause had they for dread.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spoke the valiant gleeman, "We now have seen too clear,<br /> +As we were told by Dietrich, that foes beset us here.<br /> +Best to court hence hurry, and with the kings unite;<br /> +Then none against our masters will dare provoke the fight."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">288</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How oft does the faint waverer let slip the lucky hour,<br /> +While friend by friend firm standing confronts the deadliest store.<br /> +Be they but bold and ready! no charm 'gainst sword and dart<br /> +Like that which smith ne'er temper'd, wise head and fearless heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Lead on then," answer'd Hagan, "I'll follow close behind."<br /> +They went, where yet the warriors they were in time to find<br /> +In the court still waiting, girt by a glittering crowd.<br /> +Thereat the dauntless Folker cried to his lords aloud,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Noble Burgundian princes! how long here will you stay<br /> +In all this crowd and pressure? better to court away,<br /> +And learn the mind of Etzel from his own proper tongue."<br /> +Then each chose his companion the well-prov'd knights among.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V29_XLVII" id="V29_XLVII"></a><a href="#St_29_XLVII">XLVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The Prince of Bern, Sir Dietrich, took friendly by the hand<br /> +Gunther the puissant ruler of Burgundy's fair land,<br /> +Irnfried went pair'd with Gernot the knight devoid of fear,<br /> +And to court strode Rudeger with youthful Giselher.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V29_XLVIII" id="V29_XLVIII"></a><a href="#St_29_XLVIII">XLVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Howe'er the rest were coupled, as mov'd to court the train,<br /> +Folker and Hagan they parted ne'er again,<br /> +Save in one mortal struggle, e'en to their dying hour.<br /> +That strife high dames lamented each in her widow'd bower.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So on to court mov'd slowly the kings in royal state,<br /> +Their train a thousand nobles proud on such lords to wait;<br /> +With them were sixty champions, the flower of all contest,<br /> +Whom in his land Sir Hagan had chosen for the best.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hawart and Iring, of knighthood each the pride,<br /> +With the royal brethren mov'd softly side by side;<br /> +Dankwart and Wolfhart, a valiant hardy knight,<br /> +Display'd their courteous bearing in each beholder's sight.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">289</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the Lord of Rhineland had come within the door,<br /> +The mighty monarch Etzel could keep his seat no more.<br /> +At the first glimpse of Gunther up you might see him spring,<br /> +And welcome him as warmly as king did ever king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Sir Gunther, welcome hither! welcome Sir Gernot too,<br /> +And your fair brother Giselher; my faithful service true<br /> +I sent you, as befitted, to Worms beyond the Rhine.<br /> +Your friends, too, all are welcome alike to me and mine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And you, bold pair, trice welcome, whom I together view,<br /> +Danger-defying Folker, and peerless Hagan too,<br /> +To me and to my lady; she'll see you nothing loath.<br /> +She many a friendly message to Rhine has sent for both."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the Knight of Trony, "Such oft have reach'd my ear<br /> +And, had I not come hither to serve my lieges dear,<br /> +I fain, to do you honor, had ridd'n into this land."<br /> +His guests then noble Etzel took friendly by the hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V29_LV" id="V29_LV"></a><a href="#St_29_LV">LV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight to the seat he led them where he had just been sitting;<br /> +Then to the guests were handed with grave and zeal befitting<br /> +Mead, morat, wine, successive, in golden goblets bright,<br /> +And each the noble strangers welcom'd as best he might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus resum'd King Etzel, "I will confess to all,<br /> +That in this world could nothing so to my wish befall<br /> +As your arrival hither; besides, this happy day<br /> +Has to my queen giv'n comfort, and charm'd her griefs away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Before, I own, I wonder'd what wrong I could have wrought,<br /> +That, while in crowds my table guests of high lineage sought,<br /> +You ne'er had ridden hither, as though from some annoy,<br /> +But now that here I see you my wonder's lost in joy."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">290</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The lofty-minded Rudeger thereto this answer gave,<br /> +"Well may you joy to see them; they're good and true as brave.<br /> +The kinsmen of my lady all honor's lore are taught;<br /> +They many a stately warrior have to your dwelling brought."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas an eve of fair midsummer when the lords of Rhineland came<br /> +To the court of mighty Etzel, and seldom chiefs of fame<br /> +Met so warm a welcome as was on these bestow'd.<br /> +'Twas now the hour of revel: the king with them to table strode.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Host with guest together ne'er merrier took his seat.<br /> +They gave them in abundance alike of drink and meat.<br /> +Whate'er they wish'd or fancied was brought in plenteous store.<br /> +Great wonders of the warriors had oft been told before.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Etzel, the mighty monarch, had on th' Hungarian soil<br /> +Uprais'd a spacious fabric with mickle cost and toil,<br /> +Palaces and turrets within a fortress wide,<br /> +And chambers without number, and a splendid hall beside.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Long, high and wide had Etzel uprear'd this gorgeous frame,<br /> +For that to him such numbers of trooping champions came;<br /> +Beside his other courtiers, twelve kings that sceptres bore;<br /> +And crowds of worthy warriors had he at all times more<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Than king had e'er assembled, as I for truth have found.<br /> +He lived in mirth and honor with his kin and men around.<br /> +The shouting and the pressing of knights from far and wide<br /> +Had the good prince ever about him; he thus the world defied.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">291</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTIETH_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTIETH_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTIETH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THE KNIGHTS KEPT WATCH</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The day it now was ended, the night was near at hand;<br /> +Deep care was now besetting the travel-tainted band,<br /> +When they should take their slumber; for rest they sorely yearn'd.<br /> +That question put Sir Hagan, and answer soon return'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To th' host thus spake King Gunther, "God grant, you long may live!<br /> +Fain would we now repose us; such leave, I pray you, give.<br /> +If so you wish, to-morrow we'll come at break of day."<br /> +The host dismiss'd them gladly, and all went each his way.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sore throng'd were then the strangers, such crowds to see them ran;<br /> +Thereat the valiant Folker thus to the Huns began.<br /> +"How dare you crowd and press us, ill-train'd, unnurtur'd crew?<br /> +Give place, or you'll discover 'twill be the worse for you.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"My fiddlestick's no feather; on whom I let it fall,<br /> +If he has friends that love him, 'twill set them weeping all.<br /> +Make way then for us warriors, for so it seems me right.<br /> +We're equals all in knighthood, not so in mood and might."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +While thus in wrath the minstrel reprov'd the jostling crowd,<br /> +Hagan, who had gone forward, look'd back and cried aloud,<br /> +"List to the valiant gleeman; he gives you good advice;<br /> +To your quarters, knights of Kriemhild! Let us not warn you twice.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">292</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Your malice lacks performance; e'en now, methinks, you doubt;<br /> +So, if you would aught with us, by daylight seek us out,<br /> +And, for this night, to slumber leave us wayfarers free.<br /> +Never, I ween, did warriors so long for it as we."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then led were the bold strangers thence to a spacious hall.<br /> +For rest as for convenience they found it furnish'd all<br /> +With beds, long, broad and sumptuous, arrang'd throughout the room,<br /> +Dame Kriemhild still was plotting their bale and deadly doom.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many a fine quilt from Arras you might see glittering there<br /> +Of stuff most rich and precious, and many a tester fair<br /> +Of silk from far Arabia the best that could be found,<br /> +And thereupon were borders that bright shone wide around.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And coverlets in order were laid of ermine white,<br /> +And others of dark sable, whereunder every knight<br /> +Should pass the hours in slumber e'en to the dawning day.<br /> +A king with his attendants ne'er in such splendor lay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Alas for these night quarters!" the youthful Giselher cried!<br /> +"Alas for our good comrades who 'midst the Huns abide!<br /> +However kind the message that from my sister sped,<br /> +I fear, through her devices we all shall soon lie dead."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now think not of such danger," the dauntless Hagan spake,<br /> +"Myself this night about you the sentry's charge will take.<br /> +I'll keep you safe, believe me, e'en to the dawn of day.<br /> +For so long fear for nothing; then turn his doom who may."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">293</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They bow'd to the good champion, and thank'd him, as was due,<br /> +Then to the beds betook them, nor many moments flew<br /> +Ere stretch'd upon his pallet was every mighty man.<br /> +Hagan the wakeful sentry to don his arms began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereat the good Knight Folker, the valiant minstrel, spake,<br /> +"If you'll not scorn it, Hagan, I'd fain your watch partake<br /> +This night, till early morning bring us both relief."<br /> +Right cordially Sir Hagan thus thank'd the friendly chief:<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God in heaven reward you, Folker, dear friend and true.<br /> +For ne'er another comrade I long, but only you,<br /> +What strait soe'er beset me; I'm yours to my last breath,<br /> +And well will I requite you, if hinder'd not by death."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that his glittering hauberk each girt his waist about,<br /> +Each grasp'd in hand his buckler, and straight, with courage stout<br /> +From the house forth issuing, took post outside the door,<br /> +And there with faith and manhood still watch'd their comrades o'er.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The swift-footed minstrel scarce had he left the hall,<br /> +Ere he his good buckler set down against the wall,<br /> +And back hurried thither; his viol he took in hand,<br /> +And with it as became him charm'd the way-wearied band.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Upon the stone he sat him beneath the palace door;<br /> +Minstrel more undaunted viol ne'er struck before;<br /> +He struck the strings so sweetly ever as he play'd,<br /> +That the meed of thanks to Folker each haughty stranger paid.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">294</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V30_XVIII" id="V30_XVIII"></a><a href="#St_30_XVIII">XVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +The house it all re-echoed, he struck so loud and shrill;<br /> +The minstrel's strength was matchless, nor less the minstrel's skill.<br /> +Sweeter anon and softer when he to play began,<br /> +On the beds he steep'd in slumber many a care-harrow'd man.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V30_XIX" id="V30_XIX"></a><a href="#St_30_XIX">XIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +When they in sleep were buried, and this by proof he knew,<br /> +Once more in hand his buckler grasp'd the champion true,<br /> +And, from the room forth stalking, before the tower he stepp'd,<br /> +And so the slumbering strangers from the men of Kriemhild kept.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas of the night the middle, or something earlier yet,<br /> +When the bright gleam of helmets the glance of Folker met<br /> +At distance through the darkness; 'twas Kriemhild's street-clad train,<br /> +To do the guests a mischief all hastening on amain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V30_XXI" id="V30_XXI"></a><a href="#St_30_XXI">XXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere thither had Queen Kriemhild these warriors darkling sent,<br /> +She said, "For heaven's sake listen to this my fix'd intent.<br /> +Harm none of yonder sleepers, but one whom I detest,<br /> +The faithless murderer Hagan; slay him and spare the rest."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the fearless gleeman, "Friend Hagan, we must bear<br /> +(As fits us) like true comrades the wakeful warder's care.<br /> +Before the house discern I a band of men in mail,<br /> +Who, as I think, will instant our wary watch assail."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Hush, hush," quick answer'd Hagan, "let them yet nearer steal;<br /> +Before they can espy us, they shall our weapons feel.<br /> +Our hands thus many a headpiece shall sudden split in twain,<br /> +And send them hence with sorrow to Kriemhild back again."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">295</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +One of the Hunnish champions in a trice espied<br /> +That the door was guarded; how at once he cried,<br /> +"This plan of ours, my comrades, we must straight give o'er;<br /> +I see the minstrel standing on guard the hall before.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Look how his helmet glitters! 'tis not more bright than stout,<br /> +To dint of steel impassive, and temper'd well throughout;<br /> +His mail like fire is glowing; by him stands Hagan too;<br /> +The guests may sleep in safety with guards so stout and true."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Back at once they hasted; when Folker this espied,<br /> +To his valiant partner in sudden wrath he cried,<br /> +"Now let me hence, friend Hagan, after yonder crew.<br /> +Fain would I to the skulkers a question put or two."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"No! for my sake," said Hagan, "'twould to our loss redound;<br /> +If but this post you quitted, they all would flock you round,<br /> +And bring you to such peril if once they hemm'd you in,<br /> +That I should fly to help you; then ill would fare my kin;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"For while we two were fighting, and both in dubious case,<br /> +Three or four of yonder cowards might in a moment's space<br /> +Rush into the chamber, and on the sleepers set,<br /> +And do them all such mischief as we could ne'er forget."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yet this at least allow me," the minstrel-knight replied,<br /> +"Let's show the men of Kriemhild, we have their steps espied,<br /> +That this to-morrow morning may be denied by none,<br /> +That they a shameful treason would willingly have done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that behind them Folker sent forth a lusty shout,<br /> +"How now, ye men of Kriemhild? Why walk ye, arm'd, about?<br /> +For murder or for robbery is it that ye ride?<br /> +My friend and I would help you, come take us on your side."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">296</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Not a tongue gave answer; wroth was the good knight;<br /> +"Fie! Ye bloody dastards!" he cried with all his might.<br /> +"So you would us have murder'd, sleeping, every one!<br /> +On such good knights has rarely so foul a deed been done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Full soon unto Queen Kriemhild the sorry tidings came,<br /> +That her men had compass'd nothing; it set her heart on flame.<br /> +Another course she ventur'd, festering with fell despite,<br /> +That brought death and destruction on many a hapless knight.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTY-FIRST_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTY-FIRST_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTY-FIRST ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THE KNIGHTS WENT TO CHURCH</span></h2> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V31_I" id="V31_I"></a><a href="#St_31_I">I</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So cold I feel my hauberk," the minstrel said at last,<br /> +"The night, I ween, friend Hagan, must needs be waning fast.<br /> +The nipping air assures me that close at hand is day."<br /> +Then wak'd they of their comrades who yet in slumber lay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then broke the gleam of morning on those within the hall.<br /> +Straight began Sir Hagan to rouse the warriors all,<br /> +If they would to the minster the early mass to hear.<br /> +Meanwhile in Christian fashion the bells were ringing clear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The chants were so discordant, thereby you well might see,<br /> +That Christian men and heathen together ill agree.<br /> +The valiant men of Gunther would thence to church away.<br /> +From their beds they started; little linger'd they.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that at once they laced them all in such gorgeous vests,<br /> +That into no king's country had ever knightly guests<br /> +Brought weed more fair and costly; ill did it Hagan please;<br /> +"Here," said he, "are fitting for other clothes than these.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">297</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"My friends, what toils beset us, you all well understand;<br /> +So for the rose, ye warriors, take the good sword in hand,<br /> +And for the cap of jewels the morion beaming bright.<br /> +Remember what fell Kriemhild devis'd but yesternight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To-day must we do battle, so I bid you well beware;<br /> +For the soft silken tunic the clashing hauberk wear,<br /> +And for the sumptuous mantle the buckler stout and wide,<br /> +That, when they rage against ye, the brunt you well may bide.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Give ear, my dearest masters, my kin and comrades too,<br /> +Go to the church, and welcome, it fits you so to do,<br /> +And wail to God in heaven your need, while you have breath,<br /> +And know ye this for certain, that at our heels is death.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Forget not then, moreover, if aught ye ill have done,<br /> +And fervently for pardon pray, every mother's son;<br /> +For this I warn you, warriors, nor hold these words for vain,<br /> +Ne'er, but God show you mercy, mass will ye hear again."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then went they to the minster, the princes and their band.<br /> +Just at the holy churchyard bold Hagan bade them stand,<br /> +And keep all well together, and thus bespake the crew.<br /> +"Who knows, to us Burgundians what yonder Huns may do?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V31_X" id="V31_X"></a><a href="#St_31_X">X</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Take heed, my friends, your bucklers bring down before your feet,<br /> +And, if a soul our party in hostile guise should greet,<br /> +Requite him with a death-stroke; so seems to Hagan right,<br /> +So doing, will each among us be found as fits a knight."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">298</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Folker then and Hagan both together went<br /> +And stood before the minster; 'twas done with this intent,<br /> +That they might see if Kriemhild would stir the slumbering feud<br /> +Passing contemptuous by them; right stern were both of mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V31_XII" id="V31_XII"></a><a href="#St_31_XII">XII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now came on King Etzel and eke his lady fair,<br /> +Both, as their state befitted, in garments rich and rare,<br /> +With crowds of knights all ready to do their high commands.<br /> +Uprose the dust to heaven from Kriemhild's trampling bands;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When the king, advancing, so arm'd to point espied<br /> +The kings and their bold vassals, how quick to them he cried,<br /> +"What's this? my friends in armor marching thus along?<br /> +In sooth, 'twould sore afflict me if they have suffer'd wrong.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Amends I'll make, and gladly, as shall to them seem right;<br /> +If any have put on them affront or foul despite,<br /> +I'll show them, that such outrage I also inly rue,<br /> +And all that they demand me, I ready am to do."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then Hagan thus made answer, "Naught has to us been done;<br /> +But my lords have a custom, till three whole days be run,<br /> +When royal feasts they visit, their warlike arms to wear;<br /> +All wrong that may be done us, to Etzel we'll declare."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Right well heard Lady Kriemhild what Trony's knight replied.<br /> +How bitterly the warrior under her lids she eyed!<br /> +Yet, though the truth well knowing as a Burgundian dame,<br /> +She would not to her husband her country's use proclaim.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">299</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How deep soe'er and deadly the hate she bore her kin<br /> +Still, had the truth by any disclos'd to Etzel been,<br /> +He had at once prevented what afterward befell.<br /> +Through proud contemptuous courage they scorn'd their wrongs to tell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then on went haughty Kriemhild girt with a mighty crowd,<br /> +Yet swerve would not before her that pair of champions proud<br /> +So much as e'en two hands'-breadth; that gall'd th' Hungarians sore.<br /> +Perforce they press'd and jostled with the warriors through the door.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The chamberlains of Etzel therewith were ill content;<br /> +They had straight the haughty strangers defied as in they went;<br /> +But that they fear'd to do so their monarch's eyes before;<br /> +Pressing enough and jostling there was, but nothing more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When serv'd was God as fitted, and thence would every one,<br /> +Straight into the saddle leapt many a warlike Hun;<br /> +The while around fair Kriemhild many a bright maid was seen,<br /> +And full seven thousand champions begirt the stately queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Queen Kriemhild and her ladies now at the windows sat<br /> +With the wide-ruling Etzel; well pleas'd was he with that.<br /> +They would survey the tourney where knights their prowess show'd<br /> +Ah! what stranger warriors in the court before them rode!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thither too the marshal was with the yeomen come;<br /> +The redoubted Dankwart had muster'd, all and some,<br /> +The followers of his master, the flower of Rhenish ground.<br /> +For the bold Nibelungers well-saddled steeds were found.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">300</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V31_XXIII" id="V31_XXIII"></a><a href="#St_31_XXIII">XXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thither the kings came riding and with them many a man,<br /> +When the good minstrel Folker to counsel this began,<br /> +That they should joust together each in his country's mode.<br /> +Thereafter in the tourney the chiefs full knightly rode.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What so the warrior counsell'd gave all who heard content.<br /> +A mighty press and clatter uprose incontinent.<br /> +Into the court's broad circuit prick'd many a mighty man.<br /> +King Etzel and Queen Kriemhild now to look on began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There came into the tourney six hundred warriors fleet,<br /> +Retainers of Sir Dietrich, the stranger knights to meet.<br /> +With the bold Burgundians they long'd a course to run.<br /> +Had Dietrich but permitted fain would they so have done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ah! what good knights among them rein'd the proud battle-steed!<br /> +To their good lord Sir Dietrich the news was brought with speed<br /> +With Gunther's knights forbade he his knights a lance to cross,<br /> +Naught from such game forboding but grief and deadly loss.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When now from out the tilt-yard the men of Bern were gone,<br /> +Sir Rudeger's retainers before the hall came on,<br /> +Five hundred from Bechlaren with shields and armor gay.<br /> +Well had it pleas'd the margrave had they been far away.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then he rode in his wisdom up to the muster'd band,<br /> +And earnestly bespake them, and gave to understand,<br /> +That Gunther's men were sullen and all on mischief bent;<br /> +If they would quit the tourney, 'twould give him much content.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">301</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When thence were now departed the margrave's warriors bold,<br /> +Then came the men of Thüringen, as has to us been told,<br /> +And from the realm of Denmark a thousand proud and high.<br /> +Then from the crashing lances were seen the shivers fly.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Irnfried then and Hawart into the tourney rode.<br /> +Proudly the bold Burgundians their sturdy brunt abode.<br /> +The noble knights of Thüringen they met in many a joust,<br /> +And many a glittering buckler pierc'd through with many a thrust.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sir Blœdel with three thousand rode forward frank and free;<br /> +By Etzel and by Kriemhild full well observ'd was he;<br /> +Before them both, his tilting perform'd each gallant knight;<br /> +Through hate to the Burgundians it gave the queen delight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She ponder'd thus in secret (as nigh to pass it came),<br /> +"Should they by chance hurt any, at once this gentle game<br /> +Would turn to bloody earnest; then I on these my foes<br /> +Should be reveng'd for ever, and quit of all my woes."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Schrutan and stout Gibek into the tourney rode,<br /> +And Ramung and swift Hornbog after the Hunnish mode.<br /> +Against the bold Burgundians they knightly bore them all;<br /> +High flew the whizzing splinters o'er the king's mighty hall.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And yet all their performance was but an empty sound.<br /> +Hall might you hear and palace with clashing shields resound,<br /> +Where rode the men of Gunther: by them proud deeds were done.<br /> +His train of that fair tourney the highest honors won.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">302</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So great was then the pastime when front to front they met,<br /> +That through the reeking foot-cloths forth burst the frothy sweat<br /> +From the high-mettled coursers which the good knights bestrode,<br /> +As 'gainst the lords of Hungary in haughty wise they rode.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the noble minstrel Folker with scornful glance,<br /> +"These knights, methinks, will never confront us lance to lance.<br /> +I hear it loudly rumor'd they bear us mortal spite;<br /> +Surely can they never find better time to fight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So let us to our quarters," the fearless warrior cried,<br /> +"Send hence our weary horses; back we can hither ride,<br /> +If there be time, toward evening; 'twere fitter then than now;<br /> +What if to us Burgundians the queen should praise allow?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just then there rode so proudly into the lists a Hun,<br /> +That so no knight among them the general gaze had won.<br /> +Perchance e'en then in secret for some fair maid he sigh'd.<br /> +He wore as rich apparel as any noble bride.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once outspake Sir Folker, "I needs must spoil his cheer;<br /> +Yonder ladies' darling must feel a push of spear.<br /> +No one shall prevent it—let him guard his life.<br /> +I reck not, though it kindle the wrath of Etzel's wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"No! as you love me, Folker," straight the king 'gan say,<br /> +"The people all will blame us if we commence the fray.<br /> +Let the Huns begin it: 'twere better so, I ween."<br /> +Still was King Etzel sitting beside his moody queen.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">303</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'll join you in the tourney," fierce Hagan sternly cried;<br /> +"Let's show both knights and ladies how we Burgundians ride.<br /> +'Twere well, by proof they knew it; they'd rate us higher then.<br /> +Now they deny all credit to good King Gunther's men."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Back into the tourney swift Folker hotly spurr'd;<br /> +Thereby was many a lady to grievous sorrow stirr'd.<br /> +Right through that proud Hun's body he drove the griding spear.<br /> +That stroke both dames and damsels cost many a bitter tear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +That saw at once Sir Hagan, nor dallying there abode;<br /> +With sixty of his champions, all thundering as they rode,<br /> +'Gainst th' Huns he hotly hurtled fast by the gleeman's side.<br /> +King Etzel and Queen Kriemhild the tourney closely eyed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Nor would the three kings basely in dastard sloth repose,<br /> +And leave the minstrel aidless among unnumber'd foes,<br /> +With them came to the rescue a thousand warriors good;<br /> +Haughty and overweening they did whate'er they would.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as by Sir Folker the wealthy Hun was slain,<br /> +You might hear his kinsmen cry out and loudly plain.<br /> +All in a breath were asking, "Who has this outrage done?"<br /> +"Folker the bold minstrel," gave answer many a one.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight for swords and bucklers were calling all the band<br /> +Akin to the young margrave of the Hunnish land;<br /> +The fearless minstrel Folker they thought at once to slay.<br /> +The host down from a window took in haste his way.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From the Huns on all sides a cry arose amain.<br /> +Before the hall alighted the kings and all their train.<br /> +Every bold Burgundian sent his steed away;<br /> +Up in haste came Etzel and parted straight the fray.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">304</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He found one of the kinsmen with his sword drawn in his hand;<br /> +From him in an instant he snatch'd the naked brand,<br /> +And beat the brawlers backward, chafing and raging sore.<br /> +"In sooth with these good warriors my favor all were o'er,"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said Etzel, "If among us this minstrel here ye slew;<br /> +'Twas by mere misadventure he ran your kinsman through.<br /> +I had my eye upon him just as he struck the blow.<br /> +It was his steed that stumbled; 'twas heaven would have it so.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Then leave my friends in quiet, and from the tilt-yard speed."<br /> +Himself then gave them escort; meanwhile each battle-steed<br /> +Was led thence to their quarters, for those Burgurdian guests<br /> +Had many a zealous varlet to tend their high behests.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then with his friends King Etzel into his palace went;<br /> +He bade all cease from anger, and calm'd their fierce intent.<br /> +Ready were set the tables; for all was water brought.<br /> +The lives of the Burgundians many a stout foeman sought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +However irk'd it Etzel, still many an armed knight<br /> +Press'd close behind the princes, e'en in the king's despite,<br /> +Lowering with hateful glances as they to table went,<br /> +Each to revenge his kinsman on those proud strangers bent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"'Tis an ill use," said Etzel, "and one I scarce can bear,<br /> +At the feastful table the weeds of war to wear.<br /> +But whosoe'er his vengeance on these my guests shall wreak,<br /> +His head shall pay the forfeit; this to you Huns I speak."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas long before was seated every lordly guest.<br /> +Fell care and deep disquiet wrung Kriemhild's laboring breast.<br /> +"Prince of Bern," she murmur'd, "thy counsel, aid and grace<br /> +I seek in sore affliction; pity my mournful case."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">305</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd her Sir Hildebrand, a warrior frank and free,<br /> +"Who'd slay the Nibelungers shall have no help from me,<br /> +No, not for countless treasure; th' attempt he well may rue;<br /> +The good knights ne'er were conquer'd, with whom he'll have to do."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Yet surely Hagan has done me cruel wrong;<br /> +He murder'd my beloved, the strongest of the strong.<br /> +Who'd lure him from the others, should have my gold for meed.<br /> +'Twould inly discontent me should one but Hagan bleed."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer'd Master Hildebrand, "How can that ever be?<br /> +Slay him among his fellows? Why surely you must see,<br /> +That, if we strike at Hagan, to battle straight will all,<br /> +And rich and poor together must in one slaughter fall."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then in his courteous fashion thereto Sir Dietrich spake,<br /> +"Great queen, this talk give over, and better counsel take.<br /> +Me never wrong'd your kinsmen, nor is there cause that I<br /> +Should warriors, whom I value, to mortal strife defy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"It does you little honor, the simple truth to say,<br /> +Against your trusting kinsmen such deadly plots to lay.<br /> +'Twas under a safe-conduct they enter'd Etzel's land.<br /> +Revenge for Siegfried never expect from Dietrich's hand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When she no spark of treason found in the Berner brave,<br /> +Of a wide march to Blœdel the promise straight she gave.<br /> +It once belong'd to Nudung; a gift 'twas for a queen;<br /> +Yet a stroke of Dankwart's made him forget it quite and clean.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To give me help, Sir Blœdel," said she, "the task be thine;<br /> +Harbor'd within this palace are mortal foes of mine,<br /> +The same, who my dear husband Sir Siegfried did to die;<br /> +Who helps me to revenge it, to him for ever bound am I."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">306</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus answer'd her Sir Blœdel, "Lady, to truth give ear;<br /> +I dare not wreak your vengeance, for Etzel's wrath I fear.<br /> +He's glad to see your kinsmen and all their vassals throng,<br /> +And never would forgive me if I should do them wrong."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V31_LXIII" id="V31_LXIII"></a><a href="#St_31_LXIII">LXIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, say not so, Sir Blœdel, I'll stand thy friend at need;<br /> +Silver and gold in plenty I'll give thee for thy meed,<br /> +Besides a beauteous damsel, whom Nudung had to wife.<br /> +Lapp'd in her soft caresses thou'lt lead a loving life.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The lands and eke the castles to thee I'll freely give;<br /> +So may'st thou, noble warrior, with joy for ever live,<br /> +If thou but win the lordships where Nudung once held sway.<br /> +I'll truly keep the promise I've given you here to-day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +No sooner heard Sir Blœdel of such a guerdon tell,<br /> +Beside that for her beauty the lady pleas'd him well,<br /> +Than he resolv'd by battle to win the lovely bride.<br /> +He miss'd, alas! the damsel, and lost his life besides.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He thus bespake Queen Kriemhild, "To th' hall back haste away;<br /> +Ere one can take precaution, I'll stir a bloody fray.<br /> +Hagan, who sow'd in murder, shall reap a harvest meet.<br /> +I'll bring the man of Gunther in fetters to your feet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now arm ye straight," said Blœdel, "my merry men one and all!<br /> +Hence to the strangers' quarters upon our foes to fall.<br /> +So wills our royal lady, King Etzel's noble wife.<br /> +Ye heroes! at her bidding each boldly risk his life."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">307</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When Kriemhild thus found Blœdel to work her will intent,<br /> +And eager to do battle, to table straight she went<br /> +With the redoubted Etzel and eke with all his train,<br /> +Against the guests from Rhineland fell counsel had she ta'en.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How they went all to table, I now at full must say.<br /> +First went the king attended, crown'd and in rich array;<br /> +Many a proud prince behind them, many a good knight was seen,<br /> +And all display'd their courtship before the noble queen.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The good host at the tables found place for every guest;<br /> +He seated close beside him the highest and the best.<br /> +The Christian knights and heathen there feasted nothing loath.<br /> +Their food indeed was different, but there was store for both.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The yeomen in their quarters the time in feasting spent.<br /> +Servers were by good King Etzel to do their bidding sent,<br /> +Who gave them all they ask'd for, and serv'd both high and low.<br /> +Their merriment and revel were soon outweigh'd by woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V31_LXXII" id="V31_LXXII"></a><a href="#St_31_LXXII">LXXII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Still her old grudge lay rankling in Kriemhild's poison'd heart;<br /> +When else 'twere hard a quarrel to stir on either part,<br /> +To table 'mid the feasters she sent for Etzel's son.<br /> +When for revenge by woman was deed so fearful done?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that four men of Etzel's went out at her command;<br /> +They brought the young King Ortlieb and led him by the hand<br /> +Up to the princes' table, where sat fierce Hagan by,<br /> +Doom'd all too soon, poor infant! by his fell hate to die.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the proud King Etzel his little son espied,<br /> +Graciously his wife's kinsmen bespake he at his side,<br /> +"See, friends, my boy and Kriemhild's, our only son and heir.<br /> +To you may henceforth profit come from this child so fair.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">308</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"If he grow up like his kinsmen, he'll prove a man of might,<br /> +Of noble mind and lineage, a strong and fearless knight.<br /> +Should I live some time longer, I'll give him twelve broad lands,<br /> +So look for useful service at this fair infant's hands.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now therefore I beseech you, ye dearest friends of mine,<br /> +When hence you make your journey back to your native Rhine,<br /> +To take with you this infant, your loving sister's son,<br /> +And treat him well and kindly as should by kin be done;<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And bring him up in honor, till to a man he grow,<br /> +And, should your land be harried by force of any foe,<br /> +He'll help you to avenge it, when he his arms can wield."<br /> +All this was heard by Kriemhild; her lips stern silence seal'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He well may help these warriors," Sir Hagan straight began,<br /> +"If ever by good fortune he come to be a man;<br /> +Yet seems the young king's aspect no long life to foreshow.<br /> +Methinks I shall have seldom to Ortlieb's court to go."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sore irk'd the speech King Etzel; the knight he sternly eyed<br /> +Though not a word in answer the haughty prince replied,<br /> +Down it weigh'd his spirits, and overcast his heart.<br /> +Unfit was Hagan's nature in joy to bear a part.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Woe was the low'ring monarch, and all his chiefs as well,<br /> +When such dark words from Hagan on that fair infant fell.<br /> +That they should bear it longer, deep murmur'd all the crew.<br /> +Little thought the warriors what he was yet to do.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">309</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Many, who there had heard him, and bore him mortal hate,<br /> +Had gladly set upon him; the king had done it straight<br /> +But for his word of honor; then ill had Hagan sped;<br /> +Soon worse did he to Ortlieb; in Etzel's sight he struck him dead.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTY-SECOND_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTY-SECOND_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTY-SECOND ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW BLŒDEL WAS SLAIN</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All the knights of Blœdel were ready in array;<br /> +With a thousand hauberks to the hall they took their way,<br /> +Where Dankwart at the table sat with the yeomen tall.<br /> +Straight among the warriors uprose a deadly brawl.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once up to the tables Sir Blœdel fiercely strode,<br /> +When Dankwart this fair greeting on the stern knight bestow'd.<br /> +"Welcome, my lord, Sir Blœdel, you here are gladly seen.<br /> +We look'd not for your presence; what may this meeting mean?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Greet me not," said Blœdel, "'tis a waste of breath;<br /> +Know, my coming hither to thee must needs be death.<br /> +Thank thy brother Hagan who noble Siegfried slew.<br /> +Thou now shalt pay the Huns for it, thou and many another too."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V32_IV" id="V32_IV"></a><a href="#St_32_IV">IV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, say not so, Lord Blœdel," Sir Dankwart answer made,<br /> +"So should we rue this visit in faith and honor paid.<br /> +I was a little infant when Siegfrid lost his life;<br /> +How could I have offended King Etzel's moody wife?"<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">310</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I know not, and I care not, if this be false or true.<br /> +'Twas done by your base kinsmen, Gunther and Hagan too.<br /> +So ward ye well, ye strangers! 'tis all in vain to fly;<br /> +Your lives are pledg'd to Kriemhild, and take them now will I."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So you are fix'd," said Dankwart, "for murder all prepar'd!<br /> +Would I had ne'er besought you! that had been better spar'd."<br /> +Upstarted from the table the warrior swift and strong;<br /> +Out he drew a broadsword heavy and sharp and long.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V32_VII" id="V32_VII"></a><a href="#St_32_VII">VII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight at luckless Blœdel he struck a blow so fleet,<br /> +That his head in an instant lay before his feet.<br /> +"Take that, thou thriving wooer!" victorious Dankwart cried,<br /> +"For a marriage-morning's present to Nudung's mincing bride.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Another mate to-morrow may wed the widow'd dame;<br /> +I'll pay him with like measure, should he the dowry claim."<br /> +(A faithful Hun that morning had told him underhand,<br /> +That deadly fraud against them the vengeful queen had plann'd.)<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When Blœdel's men their master saw dead upon the floor,<br /> +Such loss from the fierce strangers they could endure no more.<br /> +On squires at once and yeomen with high rais'd swords they flew<br /> +In deadly wrath; full many that hour had cause to rue.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To his train shouted Dankwart, loud o'er the crash and din,<br /> +"Ye see, bold squires and yeomen, what danger hems us in.<br /> +Fight for your lives, ye friendless! in sooth we're foully shent,<br /> +For all the loving greetings that fraudful Kriemhild sent."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They, who had not their broadswords, benches asunder tore,<br /> +Or many a chair and footstool snatch'd up from the floor.<br /> +The bold Burgundians stay'd not, but all for weapons used;<br /> +Heads with heavy settles were pummel'd sore and bruis'd.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">311</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +How fiercely the lorn strangers themselves defended there!<br /> +Out they drove their foemen all weapon'd as they were;<br /> +Yet, within, five hundred were lifeless left or more.<br /> +Dankwart's men pursued them dripping red with gore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight the sorry tidings to every Hunnish chief<br /> +Were borne by hasty rumor (it gave them mortal grief)<br /> +That slaughter'd with his warriors was Blœdel good at need,<br /> +That Dankwart and the yeomen had done the bloody deed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Before King Etzel knew it, inflam'd with deadly hate<br /> +Two thousand Huns or better donn'd their armor straight.<br /> +They march'd against the yeomen to deal them mortal dole,<br /> +And living of the party let not escape a soul.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Before the house they muster'd, an army deep and dense;<br /> +Though succorless, the strangers stood well on their defence;<br /> +Yet what avail'd their valor? Dead perforce they lay.<br /> +Thence arose soon after a yet more horrid fray.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now you must hear a wonder as never yet was told,<br /> +Within the hall lay lifeless nine thousands yeomen bold,<br /> +Thereto of Dankwart's followers twelve hardy knights and good,<br /> +And now among his foemen alone the warrior stood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hush'd was the din of battle, laid was the wild uproar;<br /> +He sternly o'er his shoulder survey'd the horrid floor,<br /> +And spake, "Alas, brave comrades! what? not a dying groan?<br /> +Then stand, must Dankwart aidless among his foes alone."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Upon his single person fell thund'ring sword-strokes rife,<br /> +Yet cause gave he for weeping to many a hero's wife.<br /> +He rais'd his buckler higher and lower brought the thong.<br /> +Blood stream'd beneath his buffets through many a hauberk strong.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">312</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Woe's me! I'm faint and stifled," the son of Aldrian cried;<br /> +"Now, ye knights of Hungary! stand a little wide;<br /> +Let the air refresh me—I'm wearied with the fight."<br /> +Then manfully among them stepp'd forth the stately knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +As faint and exhausted from the house he sprang,<br /> +What redoubled sword-strokes on his morion rang!<br /> +Those, who had not yet witness'd what wonders wrought his hand,<br /> +Forward leapt upon him, the knight from Gunther's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now would to God," said Dankwart, "a messenger would go<br /> +To let my brother Hagan my fearful peril know,<br /> +Among this band of traitors how sore beset am I!<br /> +He'd come and hence would help me, or by my side would die."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, do thyself thy message," the fierce Hungarians said,<br /> +"When we unto thy brother bring thee cold and dead<br /> +Then shall the man of Gunther the smart of sorrow know.<br /> +Thou here hast wrought King Etzel such grievous loss and woe."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "Your threats give over, stand from me farther yet,<br /> +Or I will make your hauberks with blood all dripping wet.<br /> +Myself the heavy tidings will bring to yonder court,<br /> +And to my lords with wailing our deadly wrongs report."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So much the knights of Etzel his matchless strength dismay'd,<br /> +That not a man amongst them durst meet him blade to blade,<br /> +But darts into his buckler they shot so thick around,<br /> +That, by the weight o'ermaster'd he dropp'd it on the ground.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Seeing him thus unshielded, they fiercer forward drove;<br /> +How then with deadly gashes the shields and helms he clove!<br /> +Down perforce before him stoop'd many a lofty knight.<br /> +What praise was then Sir Dankwart's, alone to sway the fight!<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">313</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They rush'd at him from both sides; none then would keep aloof;<br /> +But, match'd with him, found many most speed was least behoof.<br /> +Right through his foes the champion made his red passage good<br /> +As through the dogs the wild-boar amidst the echoing wood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ever the ground beneath him with smoking gore was wet.<br /> +When better fought a champion with countless foes beset?<br /> +So to court before them, along his bloody road,<br /> +Unconquer'd still and stately fierce Hagan's brother strode.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Cupbearers and servers heard sword-strokes clashing nigh.<br /> +Dainty drinks and dishes they threw in hurry by,<br /> +The which they in were bringing upon the board to set.<br /> +A crowd of sturdy foemen e'en on the stairs he met.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How now, ye servers?" said Dankwart with bloody toil oppress'd,<br /> +"'Tis your's to feed the hungry, and cheer the thirsty guest,<br /> +And store of savory viands to feasting knights to bear;<br /> +Give place, for I would something to my good lords declare."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All, who dar'd confront him as up the stairs he flew,<br /> +Met with such fearful slashes, that soon at distance due<br /> +From that weighty broadsword stood trembling every one.<br /> +Such surpassing wonders by Dankwart's strength were done.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">314</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTY-THIRD_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTY-THIRD_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTY-THIRD ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THE BURGUNDIANS FOUGHT WITH THE HUNS</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the fearless warrior beneath the lintel hied,<br /> +He bade the men of Etzel keep distance yet more wide.<br /> +The blood from that fierce combat down all his armor pour'd,<br /> +And in his hand uplifted he held his naked sword.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just at the very moment that in burst Dankwart so,<br /> +It chanc'd the young Prince Ortlieb was carried to and fro<br /> +From table unto table; the news of that fell strife,<br /> +So sudden brought among them, cost the fair child his life.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To a good knight then Dankwart shouted loud and strong,<br /> +"Be stirring, brother Hagan, you're sitting all too long.<br /> +To you and God in heaven our deadly strait I plain;<br /> +Yeomen and knights together lie in their quarters slain."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Tell me who has done it?" Hagan fiercely cried.<br /> +"Sir Blœdel and his meiny," Dankwart straight replied,<br /> +"And paid too has he dearly; he's dead among the dead;<br /> +This hand from off his shoulders smote at a stroke his head."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Small is the loss," said Hagan, "whenever one can tell<br /> +That a vanquish'd hero by hands heroic fell.<br /> +Thus it still befitteth a knight to yield his breath;<br /> +So much the less fair ladies should sorrow for his death.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now tell me, brother Dankwart, why are you so red?<br /> +Your wounds, methinks, oppress you; they must have sorely bled.<br /> +If he's yet in this country who has harm'd you thus in strife,<br /> +But the foul fiend aid him, it shall cost his life."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">315</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"You see me whole and hearty; my weed with blood is wet,<br /> +But 'tis from wounds of others whom sword to sword I met,<br /> +Of whom I slew so many, though furious all and fell,<br /> +That, if I had to swear it, th' amount I ne'er could tell."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said th' other, "Brother Dankwart, keep guard upon the door;<br /> +Let not one Hungarian step the threshold o'er.<br /> +Straight, as need impels us, converse with them will I.<br /> +Our friends by their devices were guiltless done to die."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since I'm to be door-keeper," replied the champion true<br /> +"(And well to such great monarchs such service I can do),<br /> +As fits me, 'gainst all comers the staircase I'll maintain."<br /> +Naught could be more distasteful to Kriemhild's knightly train.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"In sooth," resum'd Sir Hagan, "I can't but wonder here,<br /> +What now these Huns are whisp'ring each in his fellow's ear.<br /> +I ween, they well could spare him, who keeps the door so bold,<br /> +Him, who to us Burgundians his courtly tale has told.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Long have I heard and often of moody Kriemhild tell,<br /> +That still her heart's deep sorrow she harbors fierce and fell;<br /> +Now then let's drink to friendship! king's wine shall quench our thirst,<br /> +And the young Prince of Hungary himself shall pledge us first."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that the good Knight Hagan smote Ortlieb the young child;<br /> +The gushing blood, down flowing, both sword and hand defil'd;<br /> +Into the lap of Kriemhild bounded the ghastly head.<br /> +At once among the warriors a fearful butchery spread.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">316</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then with both hands uplifted he dealt a stroke at large<br /> +'Gainst the grave-visag'd tutor, who had the child in charge;<br /> +His sever'd head down falling, before the table lay.<br /> +For all his learned lessons t' faith 'twas sorry pay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just then at Etzel's table a minstrel met his view;<br /> +Upon him in an instant in wrath Sir Hagan flew.<br /> +His right hand on his viol off lopp'd he suddenly;<br /> +"Take that for the kind message thou brought'st to Burgundy."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Alas! my hands!" cried Werbel frantic with pain and woe,<br /> +"What have I done, Sir Hagan, that you should serve me so?<br /> +I came in faith and honor into your master's land.<br /> +How can I now make music since I have lost my hand?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Little reck'd Sir Hagan if ne'er he fiddled more;<br /> +Then round his death-strokes dealing he stretch'd upon the floor<br /> +Many a good knight of Etzel's, and wide the slaughter spread,<br /> +Turning to bale the banquet, and heap'd the hall with dead.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Up the ready Folker leapt from table quick;<br /> +In his hand loud clatter'd his deadly fiddlestick.<br /> +Harsh crashing notes discordant King Gunther's minstrel play'd.<br /> +Ah! what a host of foemen among the Huns he made!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Up, too, leapt from table the royal brethren three;<br /> +They thought to part the battle ere mischief more should be.<br /> +But lost was all their labor, vain was all help of man;<br /> +When Folker and stern Hagan once so to rage began.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">317</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When saw the Lord of Rhineland no power could stint the strife,<br /> +He too dealt dole about him with wounds that let out life,<br /> +Through the shining hauberks cutting deadly way.<br /> +A prowest knight was Gunther, as clear he show'd that day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once into the battle the sturdy Gernot flew;<br /> +Thick as they flock'd around him the clustering Huns he slew<br /> +With his sword, the gift of Rudeger, the which he wielded so,<br /> +That many a knight of Etzel's he laid for ever low.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The third too of the brethren rush'd into the fray;<br /> +Through th' helms of Etzel's warriors his swords made bloody way;<br /> +Death follow'd every buffet; right wondrous deeds were done<br /> +That hour by youthful Giselher, Dame Uta's youngest son.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V33_XXII" id="V33_XXII"></a><a href="#St_33_XXII">XXII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well fought that day the brethren, well too their men of might,<br /> +But ever valiant Folker stood foremost in the fight,<br /> +Against his foes so knightly himself the warrior bore.<br /> +Many brought he among them to wallow in their gore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On their defence, too, stoutly stood Etzel's champions all.<br /> +Then might you see the strangers through the kingly hall<br /> +With their glittering broadswords slashing and hewing go.<br /> +Loud thrill'd throughout the palace wild screams of wail and woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then those without in hurried to aid their friends within,<br /> +But found upon the staircase more was to lose than win;<br /> +Out fain would rush the others, and through the doorway fare.<br /> +To none gave Dankwart passage, nor up nor down the stair.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">318</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To force the guarded portal throng'd the Huns amain.<br /> +With the clattering sword-strokes the morions rang again.<br /> +Then stood the valiant Dankwart in deadly peril there;<br /> +Of that his loving brother took heed with timely care.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight to dauntless Folker, Hagan shouted loud,<br /> +"See you there my brother beset by yonder crowd,<br /> +Batter'd by blades unnumber'd, by countless bucklers cross'd?<br /> +Up, and save him, comrade! or the good knight is lost."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fear not," replied the minstrel, "I'll do your bidding soon."<br /> +Straight strode he through the palace playing his harshest tune.<br /> +Oft clash'd the keen-edg'd broadsword that in his hand he bore.<br /> +The noble chiefs of Rhineland thank'd him o'er and o'er.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the fearless Dankwart the minstrel-knight 'gan say,<br /> +"You must have surely suffered sore press and toil to-day.<br /> +Sent hither by your brother to aid you I have been.<br /> +If you'll without be warder, I'll keep the door within."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Firm the nimble Dankwart stood outside the door;<br /> +All who the stairs were mounting down drove he evermore;<br /> +In the grasp of the warriors their swords clash'd fearfully.<br /> +The like within did stoutly Folker of Burgundy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V33_XXX" id="V33_XXX"></a><a href="#St_33_XXX">XXX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Loud the valiant minstrel shouted o'er the throng,<br /> +"The hall is shut, friend Hagan! the locks are firm and strong.<br /> +The hands of two stout warriors King Etzel's door secure;<br /> +A thousand bolts, believe me, would not be half so sure."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V33_XXXI" id="V33_XXXI"></a><a href="#St_33_XXXI">XXXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +When Hagan saw the portal secur'd against attack,<br /> +By the thong his buckler the fiery chief threw back,<br /> +And whirl'd his sword for vengeance with huge two-handed sway;<br /> +No hope had then his foemen with life to come away.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">319</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When good Sir Dietrich noted how with each swashing stroke<br /> +The furious Lord of Trony a Hunnish morion broke,<br /> +On to a bench straight leapt he, to see the knights of Rhine.<br /> +Said he, "Sure Hagan's serving the very worst of wine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The host was sore bewilder'd with horror and surprise;<br /> +What crowds of friends and subjects were slain before his eyes!<br /> +Scarce 'midst the bloody turmoil himself from danger free,<br /> +He sat in mortal anguish; what boot was his a king to be?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Proud Kriemhild cried to Dietrich in ghastly drear affright,<br /> +"Help me with thy valor, good and noble knight<br /> +By the worth of all the princes of th' Amelungers' land.<br /> +If Hagan only reach me, Death have I close at hand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fair queen," replied Sir Dietrich, "how can I help you here?<br /> +Or how protect another when for myself I fear?<br /> +So wroth are these Burgundians, so high their passions run,<br /> +That I in such a moment can promise peace to none."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, say not so, Sir Dietrich, renown'd and noble knight!<br /> +Show forth this day amongst us thy high heroic might<br /> +To bring me hence in safety; else, I shall surely die.<br /> +Dole and dismay beset me; in mortal strait am I."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"At least I'll make the trial, if boot you yet I can,<br /> +For ne'er before beheld I many a mighty man,<br /> +To sudden wrath enkindl'd, so fierce to battle rush.<br /> +Blood see I through the helmets at every sword-stroke gush."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So the fair queen's entreaty he would no longer scorn;<br /> +Up his voice he lifted like a blast on a buffalo's horn,<br /> +That all the echoing castle rung through its breadth and length;<br /> +So loud the voice of Dietrich, so wondrous was his strength!<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">320</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as heard King Gunther the voice of such a man<br /> +Peal o'er the clash and tumult, to listen he began.<br /> +Said he, "The voice of Dietrich sounds in my ears amain;<br /> +I fear our eager champions some friend of his have slain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I see him on the table beckoning with his hand.—<br /> +Loving friends and kinsmen of Burgundy's fair land,<br /> +Hold a little season! let us hear and see<br /> +What we have done to Dietrich, or what his wish may be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as thus King Gunther begg'd and commanded too,<br /> +In th' heat of that dire struggle back their swords they drew;<br /> +Yet more his power effected, that still they stood and stern;<br /> +Then thus the King of Rhineland bespake the Lord of Bern.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "Right noble Dietrich, has any of my friends<br /> +Done you here an injury? I'll make you full amends.<br /> +Be sure, the satisfaction shall with the fault along.<br /> +In sooth, 'twould inly grieve me, were you to suffer wrong."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Him answer'd good Sir Dietrich, "No cause have I to grieve.<br /> +Let me with your safe-conduct this hall of Etzel's leave,<br /> +And quit this bloody banquet with those who follow me,<br /> +And for this grave for ever I'll at your service be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why beg instead of bidding?" fierce Wolfhart interpos'd,<br /> +"The door, methinks, yon minstrel has not so firmly clos'd,<br /> +But we can set it open, and go where'er we will."<br /> +"Silence!" return'd Sir Dietrich, "the devil prompts thee ill.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V33_XLV" id="V33_XLV"></a><a href="#St_33_XLV">XLV</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I give you full permission," thus noble Gunther spake,<br /> +"Hence whom you will, Sir Dietrich, or few or many, take,<br /> +Except my mortal foeman; in Hungary have they<br /> +Done deadly wrong to Gunther, and here behind must stay."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">321</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then lingered not the Berner; under his arm he took<br /> +The noble queen all trembling; fear-stricken was her look.<br /> +On the other side King Etzel away with him he led,<br /> +Eke many a stately champion forth with Sir Dietrich sped.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The noble Margrave Rudeger then cried, "If any more<br /> +May quit this house uninjur'd, and pass yon reeking door,<br /> +Tell us, who ever lov'd you, and now would serve your ends,<br /> +So peace will last for ever with true and faithful friends."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto made answer Giselher, the knight of Burgundy,<br /> +"Let there be peace betwixt us and constant amity,<br /> +For you were ever faithful, you and your warriors tried,<br /> +So part ye hence in safety, and all your friends besides."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the good Sir Rudeger left the blood-reeking hall,<br /> +There follow'd him stout champions five hundred or more in all.<br /> +In this the lords of Rhineland did faithfully and well,<br /> +Yet ruin and destruction King Gunther thence befell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just then a knight of Hungary, who saw King Etzel take<br /> +His way beside Sir Dietrich, came nigh for safety's sake,<br /> +When him the furious minstrel with such a sword-stroke sped,<br /> +That at the feet of Etzel straight lay his sever'd head.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the Lord of Hungary from th' house had come at last,<br /> +He turn'd, and on fierce Folker as fierce a glance he cast.<br /> +"Woe's me for these fell strangers! Oh, grievous strait," he said,<br /> +"That all my faithful warriors should lie before them dead!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! woe for this sad meeting! woe for this festal-fight!<br /> +There spreads, within, destruction one that Folker hight;<br /> +Like a wild boar he rages, yet but a minstrel he.<br /> +Thank heaven! 'tis well in safety from such a fiend to be.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">322</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"In sooth, ill sound his measures; his strokes are bloody red;<br /> +His oft-repeated quavers lay many a hero dead.<br /> +I know not why this gleeman should spite us o'er the rest;<br /> +Never had I for certain so troublesome a guest."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereat straight to their quarters the noble knights withdrew,<br /> +The lord of Bern, Sir Dietrich, and the good margrave too.<br /> +To mix in that fierce struggle neither had desire,<br /> +And from it, too, their followers they bade in peace retire.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But had the bold Burgundians foreseen the deadly woe<br /> +That they from those two champions were soon to undergo,<br /> +Ne'er from the hall had either so quietly been sent,<br /> +But at their hands had suffer'd a bloody chastisement.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They, whom they pleas'd, permitted to leave that hall of ill;<br /> +Then rose within, redoubled, the death-cry wild and shrill.<br /> +The guests 'gainst their wrong-doers for deadly vengeance strove;<br /> +Folker the valiant minstrel, ah! how the helms he clove!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At the clash King Gunther turn'd, and to Hagan cried,<br /> +"Hear you what a measure Folker, the door beside,<br /> +Plays with each poor Hungarian who down the stairs would go;<br /> +See! what a deep vermilion has dyed his fiddle-bow!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V33_LVIII" id="V33_LVIII"></a><a href="#St_33_LVIII">LVIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I own, it much repents me," Hagan straight replied,<br /> +"That I sat here at table from the good knight so wide.<br /> +We still were constant comrades, not wont before to sever.<br /> +If we again see Rhineland, no chance shall part us ever.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">323</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now see, great king! right loyal to thee is Folker bold;<br /> +Well deserves the warrior thy silver and thy gold.<br /> +His fiddlestick, sharp-cutting, can hardest steel divide,<br /> +And at a stroke can shiver the morion's beamy pride.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Never yet saw I minstrel so high and lordly stand,<br /> +As did to-day Sir Folker among the hostile band.<br /> +On helms and clattering bucklers his lays make music rare.<br /> +Ride should he good war-horses, and gorgeous raiment wear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of all the fierce Hungarians that at the board had been,<br /> +Now not a single champion remain'd alive within.<br /> +Then first was hush'd the tumult, when none was left to fight.<br /> +Then down his sword laid reeking each bold Burgundian knight.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTY-FOURTH_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTY-FOURTH_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THEY THREW DOWN THE DEAD</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then after all their labor the lords sat down at last.<br /> +Before the hall together Folker and Hagan pass'd.<br /> +The pair of haughty champions upon their bucklers leant,<br /> +And each the time with th' other in gentle converse spent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the youthful Giselher thus his mind express'd,<br /> +"Ye must not yet, dear comrades, think of ease or rest;<br /> +From out the house first hasten to bear the dead away.<br /> +Once more shall we do battle; that I can truly say.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Beneath our feet 'twere better they should no longer lie.<br /> +Ere these proud Huns subdue us, and we o'ermaster'd die,<br /> +Hewn will be many a hauberk, and blood in torrents flow;<br /> +No sight can please me better than a bleeding foe."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">324</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'm proud of such a master," cried Hagan with delight;<br /> +"Who could e'er give such counsel save a redoubted knight?<br /> +When words so wise and valiant from our young lord you hear,<br /> +Needs must ye, bold Burgundians! be all of lively cheer."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The counsel straight they follow'd, and carried through the door,<br /> +And cast out from among them, seven thousand dead or more.<br /> +Adown the stairs they tumbled and lay in heaps below.<br /> +Then burst forth from their kinsmen a thrilling scream of woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Mongst these was many a warrior, though wounded and in pain,<br /> +Who yet with milder treatment might have wax'd whole again.<br /> +Crush'd by the fall they perish'd, who half had 'scap'd the sword.<br /> +Their friends with moans of sorrow their fatal doom deplor'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the minstrel Folker, the warrior void of fear,<br /> +"I oft have heard reported, and now behold I clear,<br /> +That Huns are vile and worthless; they like weak women wail,<br /> +When they should tend the wounded, and soothe their dreary bale."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then ween'd a Hunnish margrave, he thus through kindness spake;<br /> +He saw a luckless kinsman fall'n in a bloody lake;<br /> +So threw his arms about him, and hoped away to bear.<br /> +Him shot to death the minstrel; down fell he dying there.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When this was seen by th' others, they took at once to flight;<br /> +That same redoubted gleeman all curs'd with all their might.<br /> +He brandish'd high a javelin, well-temper'd, bright, and keen,<br /> +Which by a Hun against him before had darted been.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">325</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +This through the echoing castle he sent with mastering main<br /> +Far o'er the crowd of tremblers; that shot to Etzel's train<br /> +Gave another station more distant from the hall.<br /> +The matchless strength of Folker dismay'd their leaders all.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V34_XI" id="V34_XI"></a><a href="#St_34_XI">XI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Before the house assembled were many thousand men;<br /> +Sir Folker and Sir Hagan both together then<br /> +Began unto King Etzel all their mind to tell,<br /> +Whence grievous ill thereafter both the good knights befell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V34_XII" id="V34_XII"></a><a href="#St_34_XII">XII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The trembling crowd to hearten," said Hagan, "sure 'tis right<br /> +That kings and leaders ever be foremost in the fight;<br /> +E'en so do here among us my own redoubted lords,<br /> +And, when they cleave the morions, blood spouts beneath their swords."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A valiant knight was Etzel; his shield in hand he took.<br /> +"Be wary," cried Dame Kriemhild: "to your good liegemen look;<br /> +Fill shields with gold, to move them yon stranger to defy.<br /> +Death must be needs your neighbor if Hagan comes you nigh."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The king he was so fearless, he would not budge an inch;<br /> +Seldom are such great princes so disinclin'd to flinch.<br /> +By his shield's thong his warriors then drew him back perforce.<br /> +Hagan went on to mock him in accents loud and coarse.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I' faith the kin was distant," he cried with scornful sound,<br /> +"That Etzel and Sir Siegfried in one alliance bound.<br /> +He cheer'd fair Lady Kriemhild long ere she look'd on thee.<br /> +Dishonor'd king and worthless! why knit thy brow at me?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His proud disdainful mockery the wrath of Kriemhild stirr'd;<br /> +To be revil'd of Hagan, while Etzel's warriors heard,<br /> +And jeer'd before the many, was more than she could brook,<br /> +So now yet deadlier counsel against the guests she took.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">326</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Who Hagan, Lord of Trony, shall slay," she fiercely said,<br /> +"And bring unto me hither his abhorred head,<br /> +For him the shields of Etzel I'll heap with ruddy gold,<br /> +And give him, too, for guerdon lands and castles manifold."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I know not," said the minstrel, "what now can keep them back;<br /> +Sure never saw I warriors so heartless stand and slack,<br /> +When a fair dame had promis'd such rich and ample pay.<br /> +Etzel can trust them never if they should flinch to-day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V34_XIX" id="V34_XIX"></a><a href="#St_34_XIX">XIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Those who the bread of Etzel have eaten many a year,<br /> +And, when his need is greatest, like cowards fail him here,<br /> +These see I stand fear-troubled; they dare not move a jot,<br /> +And yet would pass for warriors! shame ever be their lot!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus with distress and sorrow was Etzel ill bestead,<br /> +Right bitterly bewailing his kin and subjects dead.<br /> +Good knights of many a country stood round, a mournful ring,<br /> +And for that bloody banquet wept with their weeping king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thought the best among them, "Sure Folker tells us true."<br /> +But none so inly sorrow'd of all that wavering crew,<br /> +As the bold Margrave Iring, the fearless Danish knight;<br /> +This soon he prov'd before them by deeds of manly might.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">327</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTY-FIFTH_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTY-FIFTH_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW IRING WAS SLAIN.</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then loudly shouted Iring the Danish margrave strong,<br /> +"I've shap'd my course in honor, and aim'd at glory long,<br /> +And ever have in battle borne me like a knight,<br /> +So bring me now my harness, and I'll with Hagan fight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That I scarce would counsel," in scorn Sir Hagan cried.<br /> +"Bid the knights of Hungary stand farther yet aside,<br /> +Let two or three together then leap into the hall,<br /> +Back wounded down the staircase I'll dash them one and all."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'll not renounce my challenge," Iring stern replied,<br /> +"Ere now have I, and often, such hard adventures tried.<br /> +Now sword to sword I'll meet thee; let ruth aside be flung!<br /> +What boots thy haughty passion, and valor of the tongue?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then at once Sir Iring arm'd him for the fight,<br /> +And Irnfried or Thüringia, a young and lusty knight,<br /> +And the large-limb'd Hawart with a thousand in his train;<br /> +All sought to vouch the quarrel of that redoubted Dane.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the dauntless minstrel so huge a troop espied<br /> +Forth all in armor coming on the fierce margrave's side,<br /> +Each with his glittering helmet laced ready for the fray,<br /> +Somewhat the wrath of Folker kindled at their array.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"See you now, friend Hagan, how comes Sir Iring nigh?<br /> +Sure I must condemn him—ill fits a knight to lie.<br /> +To stand against thee singly he promis'd just before,<br /> +And now he brings in armor a thousand chiefs or more."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">328</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Call me not a liar," Hawart's liegeman cried.<br /> +"Yes! I have given a promise; I'd fain my words abide.<br /> +I'll ne'er renounce th' adventure; fear is to me unknown;<br /> +How fierce soe'er be Hagan, I'll meet him here alone."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He begg'd his friends and kinsmen, down falling at their feet,<br /> +That they would let him singly the stern Burgundian meet.<br /> +Fain would they have denied him, for all too well they knew<br /> +How stout a knight was Hagan, and how remorseless too.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So long he still entreated, at last they gave consent;<br /> +When him on that fierce battle they saw so wildly bent<br /> +And so athirst for honor, with grief they let him go.<br /> +A deadly strife then follow'd 'twixt either frowning foe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The valiant knight of Denmark bore high his quivering spear,<br /> +And crouch'd beneath his buckler through caution, not through fear,<br /> +Then, to the hall swift mounting, with Hagan sought to close.<br /> +From the death-doing champions a deafening din arose.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Each cast his spear at th' other with such o'ermastering might,<br /> +Piercing through the strong bucklers e'en to the harness bright,<br /> +That the shafts, high whirling, to a distance flew;<br /> +Their swords then, sternly frowning, the rival champions drew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Huge was the strength of Hagan, his heart and hand were stout,<br /> +Yet on him smote Sir Iring, that rang the hall throughout.<br /> +Wall and tower re-echoed at every thundering blow.<br /> +Still could not he his purpose work on his burly foe.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">329</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So Iring there let Hagan as yet unwounded stand,<br /> +And on the warlike minstrel, turn'd at once his hand;<br /> +He thought to bring him under with buffets fierce and fell,<br /> +But the long-practis'd gleeman his blows all warded well.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then Folker, kindling passion, smote Iring's buckler so,<br /> +That the steel plates which bound it flew off at every blow.<br /> +Then turn'd he from the minstrel (he struck too boisterously),<br /> +And fell at once on Gunther the King of Burgundy.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then 'twixt the valiant couple a furious strife arose;<br /> +King Gunther and Sir Iring, like hail they bandied blows.<br /> +Yet the red blood could neither with all his buffets draw,<br /> +So goodly was their harness without a fault or flaw.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that he left King Gunther, and straight at Gernot ran;<br /> +The fire from out his mailcoat to hammer he began.<br /> +But then to him King Gernot made such a fierce reply,<br /> +That the redoubted Iring he all but did to die.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From the prince he bounded; swift the warrior flew;<br /> +Four of the Burgundians in a trice he slew,<br /> +All high-descended courtiers from Worms across the Rhine;<br /> +Well might the youthful Giselher at such a loss repine.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now by heaven, Sir Iring!" in his wrath he said,<br /> +"Thy life shall pay the forfeit for those who here lie dead<br /> +Through thy remorseless fury."—He ran at him full fleet,<br /> +And smote the Dane so sternly, he could not keep his feet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Down he dropp'd before him grovelling in the gore;<br /> +Sure then ween'd each beholder that he never more<br /> +Blow would give or parry on a battle-day;<br /> +Yet Iring all unwounded before his foeman lay.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">330</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V35_XX" id="V35_XX"></a><a href="#St_35_XX">XX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +So deep his morion sounded, so loud the sword-stroke clash'd,<br /> +His senses were confounded as to the ground he dash'd,<br /> +And like a corpse, though living, he lay unconscious there;<br /> +So wondrous was the prowess of strong-arm'd Giselher!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When from his brain bewilder'd the swoon had parted slow,<br /> +Which had his wits confounded from that o'er mastering blow,<br /> +Thought he, "I yet am living, and all unwounded, too.<br /> +Now know I Giselher's manhood, and feel what he can do."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He heard his foes about him as there he lay o'erthrown;<br /> +Worse would he have to suffer if once the truth were known<br /> +Well, too, the youthful Giselher perceiv'd he standing by.<br /> +Then thought he, from amongst them, by what device to fly.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From the blood he started; pressing was his need;<br /> +Sure for his good fortune he might thank his speed.<br /> +From the house he darted just where Hagan stood,<br /> +And struck at him in passing with all the force he could.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thought the Knight of Trony, "Thou'rt in the clutch of death;<br /> +Sure, but the devil guard thee, thou canst not 'scape with breath."<br /> +Yet with a wound through th' head-piece he straight Sir Hagan paid;<br /> +That did the knight with Wasky, his sharp and peerless blade.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as fierce Sir Hagan felt the gash and pain,<br /> +With his sword uplifted he rush'd upon the Dane.<br /> +No more against his fury could Hawart's man make head;<br /> +Swift down the stairs Sir Hagan pursued him as he fled.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">331</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Above his head bold Iring held up his buckler strong;<br /> +Had that same scanty staircase been full trice as long,<br /> +No time had Hagan left him to strike a single stroke.<br /> +Ah! what a shower of sparkles red from his morion broke!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Yet safe and sound Sir Iring came to his friends again.<br /> +Soon then were told to Kriemhild th' achievements of the Dane,<br /> +And what he unto Hagan had done with his good blade.<br /> +Thus unto the warrior her fervent thanks she paid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God reward thee, Iring! a noble knight thou art;<br /> +Thou hast reviv'd my courage and comforted my heart.<br /> +On Hagan's blood-stain'd armor, through thy bold deed, I look."<br /> +With her own hand then from him his shield for joy she took.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Your thanks you'd better husband," said Hagan stern and high,<br /> +"'Twould well befit a warrior his chance once more to try.<br /> +If then he came back scathless, he'd be indeed a knight.<br /> +This scratch will boot you little; so e'en a child could smite.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The blood you see so gladly, which streaks my mail with red,<br /> +It but the more provokes me to heap this land with dead.<br /> +My strength is undiminish'd, my wrath is now begun;<br /> +You'll feel how little mischief to me has Iring done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Iring the Knight of Denmark there stood against the breeze,<br /> +Cooling him in his mailcoat, with helm unlaced for ease.<br /> +Loud said those about him how bold he was and brave.<br /> +Their praise to the good champion the loftiest courage gave.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">332</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus outspoke Sir Iring, "Friends! this for certain know;<br /> +Arm me, and delay not; once more I'll prove my foe.<br /> +His fierce and haughty bearing I can no longer brook."<br /> +His shield was hewn and shatter'd; a better straight he took.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon was arm'd the warrior, and better than before;<br /> +He shook in wrath and fury the weighty spear he bore;<br /> +With this against his foeman with sturdy strides he went.<br /> +Hate-sparkling eyes upon him the fierce Sir Hagan bent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Th' attack of bold Sir Iring he would not there await;<br /> +Down the stairs he bounded, and ran upon him straight,<br /> +Now darting, and now smiting; his wrath was at the height;<br /> +Little then his prowess avail'd the Danish knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The champions smote so fiercely, that fire-red blasts began<br /> +To burn from either buckler; then Hawart's luckless man<br /> +So grievously was wounded by Hagan's monstrous main<br /> +Through sever'd shield and morion, he ne'er was whole again.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +That wound dash'd Iring's courage; he felt him ill bestead;<br /> +He rais'd his shield yet higher to guard his bleeding head;<br /> +He deem'd it grievous mischief, the wound it was so sore;<br /> +Yet at the hand of Hagan had he to suffer more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A spear the man of Gunther found lying at his feet;<br /> +This at the head of Iring he darted sure and fleet,<br /> +So that the shaft outjutted, quivering, from his brow.<br /> +A fatal end has Hagan made of his foeman now!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Back to his Danes Sir Iring recoil'd with faltering pace;<br /> +Ere from his head his comrades the helmet could unlace,<br /> +They broke from it the javelin; then close was death at hand.<br /> +His kindred wept around him, a sorrow-laden band.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">333</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Anon the queen came thither; she o'er the dying bent,<br /> +Bewailing dauntless Iring with ghastly dreariment,<br /> +And for his wounds sore weeping, and mourning for his sake.<br /> +Then thus among his kinsmen the hero faintly spake.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fair and noble lady! cease for me to grieve.<br /> +What avails your weeping? my life I needs must leave;<br /> +Yes! the wounds are mortal that thus have pierc'd me through.<br /> +Death will not leave me longer to Etzel and to you."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus to each Thüringian he spake, and every Dane,<br /> +"Hope not for gifts from Kriemhild, nor count her gold for gain,<br /> +For here, my friends! I warn you, e'en with my latest breath,<br /> +If once you fight with Hagan, you needs must look on death."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His lively hue was faded; the stamp of death he bore;<br /> +For the redoubted Iring his comrades sorrow'd sore.<br /> +Never could recover stout Hawart's vassal true.<br /> +Perforce each man of Denmark took to his sword anew.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Irnfried at once and Hawart both hurried toward the hall<br /> +With a thousand warriors; from amongst them all<br /> +Loud peal'd the shout of battle; fierce was their wrath and hot.<br /> +Ah! what a sleet of javelins at those of Rhine they shot!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Upon the valiant gleeman bold Irnfried rush'd amain,<br /> +But at his hand destruction was all that he could gain.<br /> +A stern man was the minstrel as e'er in field met foe.<br /> +Through th' helm he smote the landgrave a deep and deadly blow.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">334</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sir Irnfried on Sir Folker dealt too a sturdy stroke,<br /> +That of his temper'd hauberk the links asunder broke,<br /> +And with the dint his harness all sparkled fiery red.<br /> +Then straight before the minstrel down dropp'd the landgrave dead.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sir Hawart and Sir Hagan clos'd too in deadly fight;<br /> +Their strife to each beholder was sure a wondrous sight.<br /> +Huge strokes from their keen weapons fell thick on either side,<br /> +Till by the stern Burgundian perforce Sir Hawart died.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When Danes now and Thüringians saw both their leaders slain,<br /> +Against the house yet fiercer rush'd on the shouting train.<br /> +Loud round the sounding portal the din of battle peal'd,<br /> +And many a helm was cloven, and shatter'd many a shield.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fall back, my friends!" said Folker, "E'en let them enter in,<br /> +Yield for a while the passage they so desire to win.<br /> +Full soon they'll fall together within our bloody hold,<br /> +And reap with death and ruin Dame Kriemhild's fatal gold."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Those overweening champions the hall had enter'd now;<br /> +Many a proud head among them was sudden taught to bow<br /> +Beneath the deadly sword-strokes of the fierce warriors there.<br /> +Well fought the valiant Gernot, well, too, young Giselher.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A thousand and four together had come into the hall;<br /> +You might see the broadswords flashing rise and fall;<br /> +Soon the bold intruders all dead together lay;<br /> +Of those renown'd Burgundians strange marvels one might say.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereafter reigned deep silence; the din of war was hush'd;<br /> +Through every creak and cranny the blood on all sides gush'd<br /> +From that huge hill of slaughter; red did the gutters run.<br /> +So much was through their prowess by those of Rhineland done!<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">335</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that the bold Burgundians sat down awhile to rest.<br /> +His bloody sword and buckler down laid each panting guest.<br /> +Still stood th' unwearied minstrel on guard the house before,<br /> +To watch if any foeman should seek to force the door.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sore wail'd the royal Etzel, sore too his lady wept,<br /> +And sobbing dames and damsels like mournful concert kept.<br /> +Fell Death, I ween, had taken his oath to do them ill.<br /> +Alas! by those fierce strangers more were to perish still.<br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTY-SIXTH_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTY-SIXTH_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW THE QUEEN GAVE ORDERS TO BURN DOWN THE HALL</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So now unlace your helmets," undaunted Hagan cried,<br /> +"I and my comrade o'er you will watch lest harm betide,<br /> +And should the men of Etzel again to fight come on,<br /> +Be sure I will not dally, but warn my lords anon."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then many a prowest champion disarm'd his lofty head;<br /> +Down sat they on the corpses, that wide the floor bespread,<br /> +And lay in blood before them as by their hands they died;<br /> +Close still by Hate and Vengeance the noble guests were spied.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Not yet come on had evening, when the fierce king anew<br /> +And vengeance-breathing Kriemhild to fight together drew<br /> +The mighty men of Hungary; before him muster'd stood<br /> +Better than twenty thousand prepar'd for blows and blood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Once more 'gainst the Burgundians a fearful strife arose;<br /> +Dankwart before the portal among the clustering foes<br /> +From his lords undaunted leapt forth with a light bound.<br /> +'Twas thought he long had perish'd; out stepp'd he safe and sound.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">336</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The deadly struggle lasted till it was stopp'd by night;<br /> +The guests themselves defended 'gainst Etzel's men of might,<br /> +As well became good warriors, all through a summer's day.<br /> +Ah! what redoubted champions dead before them lay!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V36_VI" id="V36_VI"></a><a href="#St_36_VI">VI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas e'en on a midsummer befell that murderous fight,<br /> +When on her nearest kinsmen and many a noble knight<br /> +Dame Kriemhild wreak'd the anguish that long in heart she bore,<br /> +Whence inly griev'd King Etzel, nor joy knew ever more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Yet on such sweeping slaughter at first she had not thought;<br /> +She only had for vengeance on one transgressor sought.<br /> +She wish'd that but on Hagan the stroke of death might fall;<br /> +Twas the foul fiend's contriving, that they should perish all.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now the day was ended; ill were they then bestead.<br /> +They thought, 'twere surely better that they at once were dead,<br /> +Than in slow torture lingering unhopeful of release.<br /> +Those high and haughty warriors, ah! how they yearn'd for peace!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V36_IX" id="V36_IX"></a><a href="#St_36_IX">IX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +They begg'd the Huns, King Etzel to bring before the hall;<br /> +Themselves then, blood-bedabbled and harness-stain'd withal,<br /> +With the three royal brethren from th' house mov'd faint and slow.<br /> +To whom to plain, they knew not, in their o'ermastering woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So near them both Etzel and Kriemhild drew;<br /> +To them belong'd the country; their host thus greater grew.<br /> +He thus bespake the strangers, "Now what would you with me?<br /> +Hope you for peace and friendship? that sure can hardly be.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">337</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"After the deadly mischief that you to me have done,<br /> +The slaughter of my kinsmen, the murder of my son,<br /> +Cause shall you have to rue it as long as I have life;<br /> +So peace and truce expect not, but war and mortal strife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Our grievous need compelled us," in answer Gunther said,<br /> +"My train before your warriors fell in their quarters dead;<br /> +How had I e'er deserved it, or they, that bloody end?<br /> +I came in faith to see thee, I ween'd thou wert my friend."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the bold Burgundian, the youthful Giselher,<br /> +"Ye noble knights of Etzel, who yet are living here,<br /> +In what have I offended? or how incurred your blame?<br /> +In kind and simple friendship into this land I came."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah!" said they, "to our sorrow this castle and realm beside<br /> +Are both full of thy kindness; would you had never hied,<br /> +Thou and thy bloody brethren, from Worms across the Rhine!<br /> +You've fill'd our land with orphans;—so much for thee and thine!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto in angry accents Sir Gunther made reply,<br /> +"If you would turn to friendship, and this wild hate lay by<br /> +'Gainst us home-distant warriors, 'twere well for us and you.<br /> +Your king will strike the guiltless if otherwise he do."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the guests said Etzel, "No equal loss, I trow,<br /> +Have you and I encounter'd; the toil, the pain, the woe,<br /> +The shame as well as damage that I have borne to-day—<br /> +For this, not one among you shall living hence away."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then to the king said Gernot, the death-defying knight,<br /> +"At least may God work with you in this to do us right.<br /> +If you are resolv'd to slay us, to th' open space and free<br /> +Let us come down to meet you; 'twill to your honor be.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">338</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Whate'er is to befall us, let it quick be done;<br /> +'Gainst such a host of warriors hope can we cherish none.<br /> +Scarce can we fight o'erwearied, much less attempt to fly.<br /> +How long will you compel us to pant and struggle ere we die?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then would the knights of Etzel their wish have granted straight,<br /> +And let come out the strangers before the palace gate.<br /> +Wroth thereat was Kriemhild; she had heard it soon.<br /> +Quickly to the strangers was denied the boon.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"No! no! Hungarian heroes! My counsel take for true,<br /> +And grant them not their longing; beware of what you do;<br /> +Ne'er let those bloody murderers come out from yonder hall,<br /> +Or surely must your kinsmen endure a deadly fall.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Were none of them yet living but Uta's children there,<br /> +My high-descended brothers, if once they got fresh air<br /> +To cool their heated harness, you'd one and all be lost;<br /> +The world has no such warriors; you'd learn it to your cost."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the youthful Giselher, "Fairest sister mine,<br /> +I little ween'd thy summons call'd me o'er the Rhine,<br /> +In this net of treason and mortal strait to lie.<br /> +How here of these Hungarians have I deserved to die?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"To thee true was I ever; I never did thee wrong;<br /> +Loving and confiding I hither came along,<br /> +For thou, I thought, dear sister, didst bear like love to me.<br /> +Oh! look on us with kindness! what else should we expect from thee?"<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">339</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Talk not to me of kindness! Unkind is all my thought.<br /> +Against me he of Trony such grievous wrong has wrought,<br /> +Never can I forgive it as long as I have life;<br /> +For that you all must suffer," said Etzel's furious wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yet would you to me Hagan up for a prisoner give,<br /> +No longer I'd refuse you, but fain would let you live,<br /> +For you're indeed my brethren, all of one mother sprung;<br /> +Then of the fit atonement I'd speak these lords among."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God in heaven forbid it!" Sir Gernot proudly said;<br /> +"Were there a thousand of us, we'd rather all lie dead,<br /> +All thy noble kinsmen, than e'er that only one<br /> +Give up to thee a captive; no! that can ne'er be done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So we must die," said Giselher, "'scape can we never hence;<br /> +Still valiantly and knightly we'll stand on our defence,<br /> +Let him then, who would prove us, do now his worst endeavor;<br /> +I never friend abandoned, nor will abandon ever."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then, scorning longer silence, cried Dankwart void of fear,<br /> +"Ay! my good brother Hagan stands not lonely here.<br /> +They who peace deny us, shall soon their anger rue.<br /> +We'll teach you bitter knowledge; take these my words for true."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the queen, "Brave warriors, this hour to you belongs;<br /> +Up! closer to the staircase! take vengeance for my wrongs!<br /> +What thrift requites good service, I'll show you well to-day.<br /> +The insolence of Hagan I will in full repay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Let not a soul forth sally; their courage soon we'll tame;<br /> +I'll straight at the four corners bid set the hall on flame,<br /> +And thus will I revenge me at once for all my woes."<br /> +Quick Etzel's knights made ready, and fell upon her foes.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">340</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Who yet without were standing, they instant drove within<br /> +By dint of darts and broadsword; deafening rose the din;<br /> +Yet naught their valiant followers could from the princes part;<br /> +Close link'd they stood together with fix'd and faithful heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that, the wife of Etzel bade set the hall on fire.<br /> +How sore then were they tortur'd in burning anguish dire!<br /> +At once, as the wind freshened, the house was in a glow.<br /> +Never, I ween, were mortals in such extremes of woe.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"We all are lost together," each to his neighbor cried,<br /> +"It had been far better we had in battle died.<br /> +Now God have mercy on us! woe for this fiery pain!<br /> +Ah! what a monstrous vengeance the bloody queen has ta'en!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then faintly said another, "Needs must we here fall dead!<br /> +What boots us now the greeting, to us by Etzel sped?<br /> +Ah me! I'm so tormented by thirst from burning heat,<br /> +That in this horrid anguish my life must quickly fleet."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereat outspake Sir Hagan, the noble knight and good,<br /> +"Let each, by thirst torment'd, take here a draught of blood.<br /> +In such a heat, believe me, 'tis better far than wine.<br /> +Naught's for the time so fitting; such counsel, friends, is mine."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that straight went a warrior, where a warm corpse he found.<br /> +On the dead down knelt he; his helmet he unbound;<br /> +Then greedily began he to drink the flowing blood.<br /> +However unaccustom'd, it seem'd him passing good.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God requite thee, Hagan," the weary warrior cried,<br /> +"For such refreshing beverage by your advice supplied.<br /> +It has been my lot but seldom to drink of better wine.<br /> +For life am I thy servant for this fair hint of thine."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">341</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When th' others heard and witness'd with what delight he quaff'd,<br /> +Yet many more among them drank too the bloody draught,<br /> +It strung again their sinews, and failing strength renew'd.<br /> +This in her lover's person many a fair lady rued.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Into the hall upon them the fire-flakes thickly fell;<br /> +These with their shields they warded warily and well.<br /> +With smoke and heat together they were tormented sore.<br /> +Never, I ween, good warriors such burning anguish bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Through smoke and flame cried Hagan, "Stand close against the wall;<br /> +Let not the burning ashes on your helm-laces fall;<br /> +Into the blood yet deeper tread every fiery flake.<br /> +In sooth, this feast of Kriemhild's is ghastly merry-make."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas well for the Burgundians that vaulted was the roof;<br /> +This was, in all their danger, the more to their behoof.<br /> +Only about the windows from fire they suffer'd sore.<br /> +Still, as their spirit impell'd them, themselves they bravely bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In such extremes of anguish pass'd off the dreary night.<br /> +Before the hall yet sleepless stood the gleeman wight,<br /> +And leaning on his buckler, with Hagan by his side,<br /> +Look'd out, what further mischief might from the Huns betide.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus bespoke he Hagan, "Let's back into the hall;<br /> +These Huns will then imagine that we have perish'd all<br /> +In the fiery torment they kindled to our ill.<br /> +They'll see yet some among us who'll do them battle still."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">342</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then the youthful Giselher, the bold Burgundian, spake,<br /> +"Methinks the breeze is fresh'ning, the day begins to break.<br /> +Better times may wait us—grant it God in heaven!<br /> +To us my sister Kriemhild a fatal feast has given."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that outspake a warrior, "Ay! now I see the day.<br /> +Since we can hope no better in this our hard assay,<br /> +Let each don straight the harness, and think upon his life;<br /> +For soon will be upon us King Etzel's murderous wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The host he little doubted but all the guests were dead,<br /> +By toil and fiery torture alike so ill bestead.<br /> +But yet within were living six hundred fearless wights;<br /> +Crowned king about him ne'er had better knights.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The scouts who watched the strangers, had now the truth descried,<br /> +That, spite of all the travail and torment that had tried<br /> +The strength of lords and liegemen, they had survived it all,<br /> +And safe and sound as ever stalk'd up and down the hall.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Twas told the queen that many unharm'd were yet to see;<br /> +"No! no!" made Kriemhild answer, "Sure it can never be<br /> +That such a fiery tempest has spared a single head.<br /> +Far sooner will I credit that one and all are dead."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Still long'd both lords and liegemen for mercy and for grace,<br /> +If they might look for either from any there in place;<br /> +But neither grace nor mercy found they in Hunnish land,<br /> +So vengeance for their ruin they took with eager hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +And now by early morning a deafening hostile din<br /> +Greeted the weary warriors; sore peril hemm'd them in.<br /> +From all sides round, against them a shower of missiles flew;<br /> +The dauntless band full knightly stood on defence anew.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">343</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The mighty men of Etzel came on embolden'd more,<br /> +For that they hoped from Kriemhild to win her precious store;<br /> +And others, too, would frankly their king's command obey;<br /> +Thus had full many among them to look on death that day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Of promises and presents strange marvels might be told.<br /> +She bade bring bucklers forward heap'd high with ruddy gold;<br /> +She gave to all who'd take it; none empty went away.<br /> +Never were spent such treasures to work a foe's decay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The best part of the champions came on in warlike gear.<br /> +Then cried the valiant Folker, "We're still to be found here.<br /> +Warriors advance to battle ne'er saw I yet so fain,<br /> +As those, who to destroy us, King Etzel's gold have ta'en."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then from within cried many, "Nearer, ye warriors, still!<br /> +What's to be done, do quickly, whether for good or ill.<br /> +Here's not a man among us but is resolv'd to die."<br /> +Darts straight fill'd all their bucklers, so quick the Huns let fly.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What can I tell you further? twelve hundred men or more<br /> +To force the fatal entrance attempted o'er and o'er.<br /> +But with sharp wounds the strangers soon cool'd their fiery mood.<br /> +None the stern strife could sever; flow might you see the blood<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +From gashes deep and deadly; full many there were slain,<br /> +Comrade there for comrade wept and wail'd in vain,<br /> +Till all in death together sank Etzel's valiants low.<br /> +Sore mourn'd for them their kinsmen in wild but bootless woe.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">344</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTY-SEVENTH_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTY-SEVENTH_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW MARGRAVE RUDEGER WAS SLAIN</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +That morn had fought the strangers as fitted well their fame;<br /> +Meanwhile fair Gotelind's husband into the courtyard came.<br /> +Naught saw he there on all sides but woe and doleful drear.<br /> +At the sight wept inly the faithful Rudeger.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Woe's me," began the margrave, "That ever I was born,<br /> +That none can stay the sorrows of this disastrous morn!<br /> +Howe'er I long for concord, the king will ne'er agree;<br /> +Woes sees he wax around him, and more has yet to see."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that, the faithful margrave to good Sir Dietrich sent,<br /> +That they might seek together to turn the king's intent.<br /> +Thereto sent answer Dietrich, "The mischief who can stay?<br /> +To none will now King Etzel give leave to part the fray."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just then a Hunnish warrior observ'd the margrave true<br /> +With tearful eyes there standing, as he was wont to do.<br /> +The same thus said to Kriemhild, "See how he stands to-day,<br /> +Whom Etzel o'er his fellows hath rais'd to power and sway,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"He who from all has service, from liegemen and from land!<br /> +O'er what a crowd of castles has Rudeger command!<br /> +How much the royal Etzel has giv'n him, well we know,<br /> +Yet ne'er in all this battle has he struck one knightly blow.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Methinks, of what befalls us he takes but little care,<br /> +While of broad fiefs at pleasure he holds an ample share.<br /> +'Tis said, in skill and courage the margrave stands alone,<br /> +But ill, I'm sure, have either here in our need been shown.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">345</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In angry mood this slander the faithful warrior took;<br /> +He turn'd and on the murmurer cast a withering look.<br /> +Thought he, "Thou sure shalt pay for it; thou say'st that I am cow'd;<br /> +I'll show how much I fear thee: thy tale was told too loud."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once his fist he doubled, and fiercely on him ran.<br /> +Such a fearful buffet he dealt the Hunnish man,<br /> +As needed not a second; dead at his feet he lay.<br /> +This wrung the heart of Etzel and heighten'd his dismay.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Away with thee, base babbler!" (thus the good margrave spake)<br /> +"Here have I pain and trouble enough my heart to break,<br /> +And thou, too, must revile me, as here I would not fight!<br /> +These guests I should with reason have held in high despite,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And plagued them to my utmost alike in act and thought,<br /> +But that I the warriors myself had hither brought.<br /> +I was their guide and conduct into my master's land;<br /> +Against them ne'er can Rudeger uplift his wanderer's hand."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then unto the margrave spake Etzel standing near,<br /> +"How have you this day help'd us, right noble Rudeger!<br /> +When dead in such abundance our bleeding country fill,<br /> +More we nothing needed; you've done us grievous ill."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The noble knight made answer, "I own he stirr'd my mood,<br /> +Twitting me with the favors (brawler coarse and rude!)<br /> +That thy free hand so largely has shower'd upon me here;<br /> +But his malicious tattle hath cost the liar dear."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">346</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then came the fair Queen Kriemhild; she too had seen full well<br /> +What from the hero's anger the luckless Hun befell;<br /> +And she too mourn'd it deeply; with tears her eyes were wet.<br /> +Thus she spake to Rudeger, "How have we ever yet<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Deserv'd, that you, good Rudeger, should make our anguish more;<br /> +Now sure to me and Etzel you've promised o'er and o'er,<br /> +That you both life and honor would risk to do us right.<br /> +That you're the flower of knighthood, is own'd by every knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now think upon the homage that once to me you swore,<br /> +When to the Rhine, good warrior, King Etzel's suit you bore,<br /> +That you would serve me ever to either's dying day.<br /> +Ne'er can I need so deeply, that you that vow should pay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Tis true, right noble lady; in this we're not at strife;<br /> +I pledg'd, to do you service, my honor and my life,<br /> +But my soul to hazard never did I vow.<br /> +I brought the princes hither, and must not harm them now."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V37_XVII" id="V37_XVII"></a><a href="#St_37_XVII">XVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Remember, Rudeger, the promise thou didst make,<br /> +Thy word, thy oath remember that thou would'st vengeance take<br /> +On whosoever wrong'd me, and wrong with wrong repay."<br /> +Thereto replied the margrave, "I've never said you nay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that, to beg and pray him the king began as well;<br /> +King and queen together both at his feet they fell.<br /> +Then might you the good margrave have seen full ill bestead,<br /> +And thus in bitterest anguish the faithful hero said.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">347</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Woe's me the heaven-abandon'd, that I have liv'd to this!<br /> +Farewell to all my honors! woe for my first amiss!<br /> +My truth—my God-giv'n innocence—must they be both forgot?<br /> +Woe's me, O God in heaven! that death relieves me not!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Which part soe'er I foster, and whichsoe'er I shun,<br /> +In either case forsaken is good, and evil done;<br /> +But should I side with neither, all would the waverer blame.<br /> +Ah! would He deign to guide me, from whom my being came!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Still went they on imploring, the king and eke his wife,<br /> +Whence many a valiant warrior soon came to lose his life<br /> +By the strong hand of Rudeger, and he, too, lastly fell.<br /> +So all his tale of sorrow you now shall hear me tell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He nothing thence expected but loss and mortal teen.<br /> +Fain had he giv'n denial alike to king and queen.<br /> +Much fear'd the gentle margrave, if in the stern debate<br /> +He slew but one Burgundian, the world would bear him hate.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that, unto King Etzel thus spake the warrior bold,<br /> +"Sir king! take back, I pray you, all that of you I hold,<br /> +My fiefs, both lands and castles; let none with me remain.<br /> +To distant realms, a wanderer, I'll foot it forth again.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Thus stripp'd of all possessions I'll leave at once your land.<br /> +Rather my wife and daughter I'll take in either hand,<br /> +Than faithless and dishonor'd in hateful strife lie dead.<br /> +Ah! to my own destruction I've ta'en your gold so red."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">348</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied King Etzel, "Who then will succor me?<br /> +My land as well as liegemen, all will I give to thee,<br /> +If thou'lt revenge me, Rudeger, and smite my foemen down.<br /> +High shalt thou rule with Etzel, and share his kingly crown."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the blameless margrave, "How shall I begin?<br /> +To my house I bade them, as guests I took them in,<br /> +Set meat and drink before them, they at my table fed,<br /> +And my best gifts I gave them;—how can I strike them dead?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The folk ween in their folly that out of fear I shrink.<br /> +No! no! on former favors, on ancient bonds I think.<br /> +I serv'd the noble princes, I serv'd their followers too,<br /> +And knit with them the friendship, I now so deeply rue.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I to the youthful Giselher my daughter gave of late;<br /> +In all the world the maiden could find no fitter mate,<br /> +True, faithful, brave, well-nurtur'd, rich, and of high degree;<br /> +Young prince yet saw I never so virtue-fraught as he."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus bespake him Kriemhild, "Right noble Rudeger<br /> +Take pity on our anguish! thou see'st us kneeling here,<br /> +The king and me, before thee; both clasp thy honor'd knees.<br /> +Sure never host yet feasted such fatal guests as these."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that, the noble margrave thus to the queen 'gan say,<br /> +"Sure must the life of Rudeger for all the kindness pay,<br /> +That you to me, my lady, and my lord the king have done.<br /> +For this I'm doom'd to perish, and that ere set of sun.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Full well I know, this morning, my castles and my land<br /> +Both will to you fall vacant by stroke of foeman's hand,<br /> +And so my wife and daughter I to your grace commend,<br /> +And all at Bechlaren, each trusty homeless friend."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">349</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God," replied King Etzel, "reward thee, Rudeger!"<br /> +He and his queen together resum'd their lively cheer.<br /> +"From us shall all thy people receive whate'er they need;<br /> +Thou too, I trust, this morning thyself wilt fairly speed."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So body and soul to hazard put the blameless man.<br /> +Meanwhile the wife of Etzel sorely to weep began.<br /> +Said he, "My word I gave you, I'll keep it well to-day.<br /> +Woe for my friends, whom Rudeger in his own despite must slay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that, straight from King Etzel he went with many a sigh.<br /> +Soon his band of heroes found he muster'd nigh.<br /> +Said he, "Up now, my warriors! don all your armor bright.<br /> +I 'gainst the bold Burgundians must to my sorrow fight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Quick his valiant followers bade their arms be brought.<br /> +In a trice th' attendants shields and helms up caught,<br /> +And all their glittering harness bore to their masters bold.<br /> +Soon to the haughty strangers the sorry news were told.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Arm'd were to see with Rudeger five hundred men of might;<br /> +Twelve besides went with him, each a prowest knight,<br /> +Who hoped to win them worship on that fierce Rhenish band.<br /> +Little thought the warriors, how close was Death at hand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So to war the margrave under helmet strode;<br /> +Sharpest swords his meiny brandish'd as they rode;<br /> +Each in hand, bright-flashing, held his shield before.<br /> +That saw the dauntless minstrel and seeing sorrow'd sore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then too was by young Giselher his lady's father seen<br /> +With helm laced as for battle; "What," thought he, "can he mean?<br /> +But naught can mean the margrave but what is just and right."<br /> +At the thought full joyous wax'd the youthful knight.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">350</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Well's me with friends so faithful," Sir Giselher 'gan say,<br /> +"These, whom by happy fortune we gain'd upon the way.<br /> +My late-espoused lady will stand us in good stead.<br /> +In sooth it much contents me, that e'er I came to wed."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I know not what you trust in;" thus the stern minstrel spake;<br /> +"Where saw you warriors ever for reconcilement's sake<br /> +With helmets laced advancing, and naked swords in hand?<br /> +On us will earn Sir Rudeger his castles and his land."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Scarcely the valiant minstrel his words had utter'd all,<br /> +When the noble Rudeger was close before the hall.<br /> +His shield, well prov'd in battle, before his feet he laid,<br /> +But neither proferr'd service, nor friendly greeting made.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To those within he shouted, "Look not for succor hence;<br /> +Ye valiant Nibelungers, now stand on your defence.<br /> +I'd fain have been your comrade; your foe I now must be.<br /> +We once were friends together; now from that bond I'm free."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The hard-beset Burgundians to hear his words were woe.<br /> +Was not a man among them, but sorrow'd, high and low,<br /> +That thus a friend and comrade would 'gainst them mingle blows,<br /> +When they so much already had suffer'd from their foes.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God forbid," said Gunther, "that such a knight as you<br /> +To the faith, wherein we trusted, should ever prove untrue,<br /> +And turn upon his comrades in such an hour as this.<br /> +Ne'er can I think that Rudeger can do so much amiss."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I can't go back," said Rudeger, "the deadly die is cast;<br /> +I must with you do battle; to that my word is past.<br /> +So each of you defend him as he loves his life.<br /> +I must perform my promise, so wills King Etzel's wife,"<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">351</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said Gunther, "This renouncement comes all too late to-day.<br /> +May God, right noble Rudeger, you for the favors pay<br /> +Which you so oft have done us, if e'en unto the end<br /> +To those, who ever lov'd you, you show yourself a friend.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ever shall we be your servants for all you've deign'd to give,<br /> +Both I and my good kinsmen, if by your aid we live.<br /> +Your precious gifts, fair tokens of love and friendship dear,<br /> +Given when you brought us hither, now think of them, good Rudeger!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How fain that would I grant you!" the noble knight replied;<br /> +"Would that my gifts forever might in your hands abide,<br /> +I'd fain in all assist you, that life concerns or fame,<br /> +But that I fear, so doing, to get reproach and shame."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Think not of that, good Rudeger," said Gernot, "in such need.<br /> +Sure host ne'er guests entreated so well in word or deed,<br /> +As you did us, your comrades, when late with you we stay'd.<br /> +If hence alive you bring us, 'twill be in full repaid."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now would to God! Sir Gernot," said Rudeger ill bestead,<br /> +"That you were safe in Rhineland, and I with honor dead!<br /> +Now must I fight against you to serve your sister's ends.<br /> +Sure never yet were strangers entreated worse by friends."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Sir Rudeger," answer'd Gernot, "God's blessing wait on you<br /> +For all your gorgeous presents! your death I sore should rue,<br /> +Should that pure virtue perish, which ill the world can spare.<br /> +Your sword, which late you gave me, here by my side I wear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"It never once has failed me in all this bloody fray;<br /> +Lifeless beneath its edges many a good champion lay.<br /> +Most perfect is its temper; 'tis sharp and strong as bright;<br /> +Knight sure a gift so goodly will give no more to knight.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">352</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yet, should you not go backward, but turn our foe to-day,<br /> +If of the friends around me in hostile mood you slay,<br /> +With your own sword, good Rudeger, I need must take your life,<br /> +Though you (heaven knows) I pity, and your good and noble wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! would to heaven, Sir Gernot, that it might e'en be so!<br /> +That e'en as you would wish it this matter all might go,<br /> +And your good friends 'scape harmless from this abhorréd strife!<br /> +Then sure should trust in Gernot my daughter and my wife."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that, the bold Burgundian, fair Uta's youngest, cried,<br /> +"Why do you thus, Sir Rudeger? my friends here by my side<br /> +All love you, e'en as I do; why kindle strife so wild?<br /> +'Tis ill so soon to widow your late-betrothed child.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Should you now and your followers wage war upon me here,<br /> +How cruel and unfriendly 'twill to the world appear!<br /> +For more than on all others on you I still relied,<br /> +And took, through such affiance, your daughter for my bride."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fair king! thy troth remember," the blameless knight 'gan say,<br /> +"Should God be pleas'd in safety to send thee hence away.<br /> +Let not the maiden suffer for aught that I do ill.<br /> +By your own princely virtue vouchsafe her favor still."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"That will I do and gladly," the youthful knight replied,<br /> +"But should my high-born kinsmen, who here within abide,<br /> +Once die by thee, no longer could I thy friend be styl'd;<br /> +My constant love 'twould sever from thee and from thy child."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">353</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V37_LIX" id="V37_LIX"></a><a href="#St_37_LIX">LIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Then God have mercy on us!" the valiant margrave said.<br /> +At once their shields they lifted, and forward fiercely sped<br /> +In the hall of Kriemhild to force the stranger crowd.<br /> +Thereat down from the stair-head Sir Hagan shouted loud,<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Tarry yet a little, right noble Rudeger!<br /> +I and my lords a moment would yet with you confer;<br /> +Thereto hard need compels us, and danger gathering nigh;<br /> +What boot were it for Etzel though here forlorn we die?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'm now," pursued Sir Hagan, "beset with grievous care;<br /> +The shield that Lady Gotelind gave me late to bear,<br /> +Is hewn and all-to broken by many a Hunnish brand.<br /> +I brought it fair and friendly hither to Etzel's land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! that to me this favor heaven would be pleas'd to yield<br /> +That I might to defend me bear so well-prov'd a shield,<br /> +As that, right noble Rudeger, before thee now display'd!<br /> +No more should I in battle need then the hauberk's aid."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fain with the same I'd serve thee to th' height of thy desire,<br /> +But that I fear, such proffer might waken Kriemhild's ire.<br /> +Still, take it to thee, Hagan, and wield it well in hand.<br /> +Ah! might'st thou bring it with thee to thy Burgundian land!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +While thus with words so courteous so fair a gift he sped,<br /> +The eyes of many a champion with scalding tears were red.<br /> +'Twas the last gift, that buckler, e'er given to comrade dear<br /> +By the Lord of Bechlaren, the blameless Rudeger.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +However stern was Hagan, and of unyielding mood,<br /> +Still at the gift he melted, which one so great and good<br /> +Gave in his last few moments, e'en on the eve of fight,<br /> +And with the stubborn warrior mourn'd many a noble knight.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">354</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God in heaven, good Rudeger, thy recompenser be!<br /> +Your like on earth, I'm certain, we never more shall see,<br /> +Who gifts so good and gorgeous to homeless wanderers give.<br /> +May God protect your virtue, that it may ever live!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Alas! this bloody business!" Sir Hagan then went on,<br /> +"We have had to bear much sorrow, and more shall have anon.<br /> +Must friend with friend do battle, nor heaven the conflict part?"<br /> +The noble margrave answer'd, "That wounds my inmost heart."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now for thy gift I'll quit thee, right noble Rudeger!<br /> +Whate'er may chance between thee and my bold comrades here,<br /> +My hand shall touch thee never amidst the heady fight,<br /> +Not e'en if thou should'st slaughter every Burgundian knight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For that to him bow'd courteous the blameless Rudeger.<br /> +Then all around were weeping for grief and doleful drear,<br /> +Since none th' approaching mischief had hope to turn aside.<br /> +The father of all virtue in that good margrave died.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then from the house call'd Folker, the minstrel good at need,<br /> +"Now that my comrade Hagan has to this truce agreed,<br /> +From my hand too, Sir Rudeger, take firm and sure the same.<br /> +You've ever well deserv'd it since to this land we came.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"For me, most noble margrave! you must a message bear;<br /> +These bracelets red were given me late by your lady fair,<br /> +To wear at this high festal before the royal Hun.<br /> +View them thyself, and tell her that I've her bidding done."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! might it please th' Almighty," Sir Rudeger replied,<br /> +"That the margravine hereafter should give you more beside!<br /> +Yet doubt not, noble Folker, I'll bear this message fain<br /> +To my true love and lady, if e'er we meet again."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">355</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So promis'd gentle Rudeger, nor longer dallied yet;<br /> +Up his shield he lifted, and forward fiercely set.<br /> +He leapt on the Burgundians like a prowest knight;<br /> +Many a swift stroke among them he struck to left and right.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sir Folker and Sir Hagan both from him further stepp'd<br /> +According to their promise which faithfully they kept,<br /> +But at the stairs were standing warriors so bold and stout,<br /> +That Rudeger the battle began with anxious doubt.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +King Gunther and Sir Gernot in let him force his way<br /> +To take his life the surer; stern knights and fierce were they.<br /> +Young Giselher kept his distance; e'en yet he look'd for life,<br /> +So spar'd, though half unwilling, the father of his wife.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forward the margrave's warriors leapt with fierce intent;<br /> +In their master's footsteps manfully they went.<br /> +Sharp-cutting blades they brandish'd as in close fight they strove,<br /> +And shiver'd many a buckler, and many a morion clove.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The guests, though faint and weary, dealt many a storm-swift blow<br /> +At those of Bechlaren, that deep and smooth did go<br /> +To flesh and bone and inward through links of iron weed.<br /> +They wrought in that stern struggle full many a doughty deed.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The noble train of Rudeger now in had enter'd all.<br /> +Folker at once and Hagan leapt on them in the hall,<br /> +Nor quarter gave to any, but to that single man.<br /> +The blood beneath their broadswords down through the helmets ran.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">356</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What a fearful clatter of clashing blades there rang!<br /> +From shields beneath the buffets how the plates they sprang,<br /> +And precious stones unnumber'd rain'd down into the gore.<br /> +They fought so fell and furious as man will never more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The Lord of Bechlaren went slashing here and there,<br /> +As one who well in battle knew how himself to bear.<br /> +Well prov'd the noble Rudeger in that day's bloody fight,<br /> +That never handled weapon a more redoubted knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +On the other side the slaughter Gunther and Gernot led;<br /> +They smote in that grim conflict full many a hero dead;<br /> +Giselher and Dankwart, little of aught reck'd they;<br /> +Full many a prowest champion they brought to his last day.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well prov'd the fiery margrave his strength and courage too,<br /> +His weapon and his harness;—ah! what a host he slew!<br /> +That saw a bold Burgundian; his passion mounted high.<br /> +Alas for noble Rudeger! e'en then his death drew nigh.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Loud o'er the din of battle stout Gernot shouted then,<br /> +"How now, right noble Rudeger? not one of all my men<br /> +Thou'lt leave me here unwounded; in sooth it grieves me sore<br /> +To see my friends thus slaughter'd; bear it can I no more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now must thy gift too surely the giver harm to-day,<br /> +Since of my friends so many thy strength has swept away.<br /> +So turn about, and face me, thou bold and high-born man!<br /> +Thy goodly gift to merit, I'll do the best I can."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">357</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ere through the press the margrave could come Sir Gerno nigh,<br /> +Full many a glittering mailcoat was stain'd a bloody die.<br /> +Then those fame-greedy champions each fierce on th' other leapt,<br /> +And deadly wounds at distance with wary ward they kept.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So sharp were both their broadswords, resistless was their dint;<br /> +Sudden the good Sir Rudeger through th' helmet hard as flint<br /> +So struck the noble Gernot, that forth the blood it broke;<br /> +With death the stern Burgundian repaid the deadly stroke.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He heav'd the gift of Rudeger with both his hands on high,<br /> +And, to the death though wounded, a stroke at him let fly<br /> +Right through both shield and morion; deep was the gash and wide.<br /> +At once the lord of Gotelind beneath the swordcut died.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In sooth a gift so goodly was worse requited ne'er,<br /> +Down dead dropp'd both together, Gernot and Rudeger,<br /> +Each slain by th' other's manhood, then prov'd, alas! too well.<br /> +Thereat first Sir Hagan furious wax'd and fell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then cried the knight of Trony, "Sure we with ill are cross'd;<br /> +Their country and their people in both these chiefs have lost<br /> +More than they'll e'er recover;—woe worth this fatal day!<br /> +We have here the margrave's meiny, and they for all shall pay."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XC</p> + +<p class="verse"> +All struck at one another, none would a foeman spare.<br /> +Full many a one, unwounded, down was smitten there,<br /> +Who else might have 'scap'd harmless, but now, though whole and sound,<br /> +In the thick press was trampled, or in the blood was drown'd.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">358</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V37_XCI" id="V37_XCI"></a><a href="#St_37_XCI">XCI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Alas! my luckless brother who here in death lies low!<br /> +How every hour I'm living brings some fresh tale of woe!<br /> +And ever must I sorrow for the good margrave too.<br /> +On both sides dire destruction and mortal ills we rue."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the youthful Giselher beheld his brother dead,<br /> +Who yet within were lingering by sudden doom were sped.<br /> +Death, his pale meiny choosing, dealt each his dreary dole.<br /> +Of those of Bechlaren 'scap'd not one living soul.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +King Gunther and young Giselher, and fearless Hagan, too,<br /> +Dankwart as well as Folker, the noble knights and true,<br /> +Went where they found together out-stretch'd the valiant twain.<br /> +There wept th' assembled warriors in anguish o'er the slain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Death fearfully despoils us," said youthful Giselher,<br /> +"But now give over wailing, and haste to th' open air<br /> +To cool our heated hauberks, faint as we are with strife.<br /> +God, methinks, no longer will here vouchsafe us life."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +This sitting, that reclining, was seen full many a knight;<br /> +They took repose in quiet; around (a fearful sight!)<br /> +Lay Rudeger's dead comrades; all was hush'd and still;<br /> +From that long dreary silence King Etzel augur'd ill.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Alas for this half friendship!" thus Kriemhild frowning spake,<br /> +"If it were true and steadfast, Sir Rudeger would take<br /> +Vengeance wide and sweeping on yonder murderous band;<br /> +Now back he'll bring them safely to their Burgundian land.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What boot our gifts, King Etzel? Was it, my lord, for this<br /> +We gave him all he ask'd us? The chief has done amiss.<br /> +He who should have reveng'd us will now a treaty make."<br /> +Thereto in answer Folker, the gallant minstrel, spake.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">359</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XCVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Not so the truth is, lady! the more the pity, too!<br /> +If one the lie might venture to give a dame like you,<br /> +Most foully 'gainst the margrave you've lied, right noble queen!<br /> +Sore trick'd in that same treaty he and his men have been.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XCIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"With such good-will the margrave his king's commands obey'd,<br /> +That he and all his meiny dead on this floor are laid.<br /> +Now look about you, Kriemhild! for servants seek anew;<br /> +Well were you serv'd by Rudeger; he to the death was true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">C</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The fact, if still you're doubting, before your eyes we'll bring."<br /> +'Twas done e'en of set purpose her heart the more to wring.<br /> +They brought the mangled margrave, where Etzel saw him well.<br /> +Th' assembled knights of Hungary such utter anguish ne'er befell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +When thus held high before them they saw the margrave dead,<br /> +Sure by the choicest writer could ne'er be penn'd nor said<br /> +The woful burst of wailing from woman and eke from man,<br /> +That from the heart's deep sorrow to strike all ears began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">CII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Above his weeping people King Etzel sorrow'd sore;<br /> +His deep-voiced wail resounded loud as the lion's roar<br /> +In the night-shaded desert; the like did Kriemhild too;<br /> +They mourn'd in heart for Rudeger, the valiant and the true.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">360</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTY-EIGHTH_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTY-EIGHTH_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW SIR DIETRICH'S MEN WERE ALL SLAIN</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The cry of lamentation now spread so far around<br /> +That tower and hall and palace rang with the rueful sound.<br /> +A certain Berner heard it, the noble Dietrich's man.<br /> +To tell the bloody tidings, how swift away he ran!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V38_II" id="V38_II"></a><a href="#St_38_II">II</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus the prince bespake he, "Sir Dietrich, hear my tale;<br /> +Surely heard I never such wild and woful wail,<br /> +As in my ears is ringing, through all the life I've past.<br /> +The king himself, I doubt not, has join'd the feast at last.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Why else should such loud sorrow through all the people spread?<br /> +The king, or Lady Kriemhild, or both of them are dead,<br /> +By those redoubted strangers laid low through fell despite;<br /> +So weeping and so wailing is many a courtly knight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then outspake the Berner, "My merrymen every one,<br /> +Now be not over-hasty; what has e'en now been done<br /> +By those home-distant champions, through hard constraint befell.<br /> +I proffer'd them my service, now let it boot them well."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">V</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Quick then spake Sir Wolfhart, "Straight I'll thither run,<br /> +And inquire the tidings, what the guests have done,<br /> +Then, my good lord, will tell you, when I there have been<br /> +And of the truth possess'd me, what all this wail may mean."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied Sir Dietrich, "When the heart is gall,<br /> +Should reckless, rough inquiries just then perchance befall,<br /> +Wrath's yet glowing embers flame up with ease anew.<br /> +I would not have the question, good Wolfhart, ask'd by you."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">361</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then turn'd he to Sir Helfrich, and bade him speed his best,<br /> +And either from Hungarian or from stranger guest<br /> +Learn what had really happen'd, that so their grief had stirr'd.<br /> +Ne'er had in any country so wild a wail been heard.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The messenger 'gan question, "Why what has here been done?"<br /> +"Oh! we are lost forever!" straight replied a Hun.<br /> +"All joy's forever vanish'd, that cheer'd King Etzel's reign.<br /> +Here lies the noble Rudeger, by yon Burgundians slain.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Of those who enter'd with him return'd no living soul,"<br /> +At the words stood Helfrich struck dumb with mortal dole.<br /> +Tale of such deep horror never met his ear.<br /> +The messenger to Dietrich went back with many a tear.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"What are the news you bring us?" cried Dietrich at the sight,<br /> +"Why do you weep so bitterly, Sir Helfrich, noble knight?"<br /> +"Alas!" exclaim'd the champion, "well may I weep and plain;<br /> +The hands of yon Burgundians good Rudeger have slain."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God forbid!" cried Dietrich, "that could I ne'er have ween'd;<br /> +Sure 'twere a fearful vengeance, and sport for the foul fiend.<br /> +How at their hands had Rudeger deserv'd so sad an end?<br /> +Full well I know, those strangers had ne'er so firm a friend."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then answer made Sir Wolfhart, "If they this deed have done,<br /> +Their lives shall pay the forfeit; die shall they every one.<br /> +'Twould be to our dishonor, should we such outrage bear.<br /> +Oft we have had good service from noble Rudeger."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">362</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The lord of th' Amelungers yet more to know was bent.<br /> +Down sat he at a window anxious and ill content;<br /> +Then Hildebrand straight bade he haste to the strangers bold,<br /> +And what had really happen'd from their own lips be told.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A well-approved warrior was master Hildebrand,<br /> +Yet took he, on his message, nor shield nor sword in hand,<br /> +For all in peaceful fashion to seek the guests he meant.<br /> +His sister's son beheld it with angry discontent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then sternly spake grim Wolfhart, "If thus unarm'd you go,<br /> +Naught but reproach and insult can hap from such a foe.<br /> +With outrage and dishonor needs must you hither back;<br /> +But if you're seen in harness, you'll find the foremost slack."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So th' old and wise took counsel of the foolish and the young.<br /> +Ere he could don his armor, theirs on in haste had flung<br /> +All the knights of Dietrich; each shook his naked blade.<br /> +Sore it irk'd the warrior; full fain had he renounced such aid.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Whither would they, inquir'd he—"Thither, good knight with you;<br /> +What if o'erweening Hagan, to his ill habit true,<br /> +So much the worse upon you his spite and scorn should vent."<br /> +When this was told the champion, he could not but consent.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the valiant Folker saw sheath'd in armor bright<br /> +The flower of Bern advancing, Sir Dietrich's men of might,<br /> +Bucklers all uplifting, girded all with swords,<br /> +Ready notice gave he to his Burgundian lords.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thus spake the fearless minstrel, "On this, my lords, advise;<br /> +There see I Dietrich's Berners come on in hostile guise,<br /> +All helmeted and harnessed;—they'll fight us, well I know.<br /> +With us forlorn and friendless ill now, I ween, 'twill go."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">363</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Scarce had he done speaking, when Hildebrand came on.<br /> +Before his feet the warrior set down his shield anon,<br /> +And thus began his question to put to Gunther's crew;<br /> +"Alas! ye valiant heroes, what has Rudeger done to you?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I come from my lord Dietrich, from you the truth to gain,<br /> +If any here among you with bloody hand has slain<br /> +The good and noble margrave, as some to us declare.<br /> +Such weight of mortal sorrow were more than we could bear."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The woful news," said Hagan, "cannot be denied;<br /> +Would for the sake of Rudeger your messenger had lied,<br /> +And yet the chief were living! 'tis all too true a tale;<br /> +For the good knight must ever both man and woman wail."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as the knights of Dietrich heard he indeed was dead,<br /> +As love and truth impell'd them, they wailed drearihead.<br /> +Bitter tears forth gushing beard and chin ran o'er;<br /> +Such deep remorse for Rudeger in their inmost hearts they bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +A duke of Bern, Sir Siegstab, sighing then began,<br /> +"So comes to end the kindness, wherewith this blameless man,<br /> +After our days of sorrow, reliev'd our woe and pain.<br /> +Here the poor exile's comfort lies by you heroes slain."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Next him, the Amelunger, the good Sir Wolfwine, said,<br /> +"If I saw to-day my father before me lying dead,<br /> +More I could not sorrow e'en for such a life.<br /> +Alas! who now can comfort the gentle margrave's wife?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake in storm of passion Wolfhart the moody knight,<br /> +"Who now will harnessed warriors lead to so many a fight,<br /> +As oft has done the margrave, and to our foemen's cost,<br /> +Alas! right noble Rudeger, that thee we thus have lost!"<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">364</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sir Wolfbrand and Sir Helfrich and eke Sir Helmnot shed<br /> +True tears, with all their comrades, for him who there lay dead.<br /> +Old Hildebrand through sobbing could not inquire the rest;<br /> +Said he, "Go to, ye warriors, perform my lord's request.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Give us the corpse of Rudeger from out yon reeking hall;<br /> +So pale and dead lies with him the comfort of us all;<br /> +And let us now requite him for all he e'er has done<br /> +To us of his great kindness, and besides to many a one.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"We ourselves are exiles like blameless Rudeger.<br /> +Wherefore would you delay us? Him hence then let us bear,<br /> +And pay him every honor now that he dead is laid.<br /> +Such unto the living we gladlier would have paid."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied King Gunther, "Service so good is none,<br /> +As after death, Sir Hildebrand, to friend by friend is done.<br /> +That, whosoe'er performs it, firm steadfast faith I call.<br /> +You pay him as is fitting, for well he serv'd you all."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How long must we be waiting?" cried Wolfhart proud and high;<br /> +"Since our choicest comfort you have done to die,<br /> +And we no more can have him amongst us safe and sound,<br /> +Let us take him forthwith hence to the burial ground."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"None here will fetch him to you," the minstrel answer gave;<br /> +"Enter the hall and take him, where lifeless lies the brave,<br /> +Deep gash'd with gaping death-wounds, as in the blood he fell.<br /> +'Tis all you can do for him, and thus you'll serve him well."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">365</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Sir gleeman," said fierce Wolfhart, "you've done us grievous ill.<br /> +God knows, that you had better not move us further still.<br /> +But for my lord's injunctions, you'd be in evil plight;<br /> +Now we must pass it over; forbidd'n are we to fight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the fiery minstrel, "His courage is but small,<br /> +Who, soon as one forbids him, would fain pass over all.<br /> +Such can I never reckon the mood of a true knight."<br /> +His comrade's words Sir Hagan approv'd as just and right.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Persist not to provoke me," said Wolfhart, "or full soon<br /> +Your strings, without your leave too, I'll put so out of tune,<br /> +You'll have enough to talk of on your journey hence.<br /> +No longer I with honor will bear your insolence."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight replied the minstrel, "Sir knight, howe'er you may<br /> +Put my strings out of order and spoil my viol's play,<br /> +This hand shall first dim sadly our helmets brilliancy,<br /> +However chance may bring me back to fair Burgundy."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that the furious Wolfhart had leapt upon him fain,<br /> +But Hildebrand, his uncle, still held him back amain.<br /> +"Thy silly rage would drive thee, I ween, to draw the sword,<br /> +And so thou'dst lose forever the favor of my lord."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Let loose the lion, master, that storms so fierce and proud.<br /> +If I can only reach him," the minstrel shouted loud,<br /> +"Though all the world together his prowess may have slain,<br /> +I'll strike him such a swordstroke, he'll ne'er reply again."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +By this the Berner's fury was kindled to the height.<br /> +His shield at once before him held Wolfhart the swift knight.<br /> +Forward, like a wild lion, he darted to th' attack.<br /> +A crowd of nimble followers cluster'd at his back.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">366</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +But swift as was the warrior, and swift as was his band,<br /> +First at the foot of the staircase was aged Hildebrand.<br /> +None would he have before him where'er a field was fought.<br /> +Soon among the strangers found they what they sought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight upon Sir Hagan leapt Master Hildebrand;<br /> +The sword you might hear clatter in either champion's hand.<br /> +Well might you note their fury by many a sturdy stroke.<br /> +From their clashing broadswords a fire-red blast there broke.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon were they swept asunder by th' heady stream of fight;<br /> +'Twas done by the fierce Berners hurtling in their might.<br /> +So from grim Sir Hagan turn'd off that aged man.<br /> +Wolfhart meanwhile in fury at valiant Folker ran.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V38_XLIII" id="V38_XLIII"></a><a href="#St_38_XLIII">XLIII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +On the good helm the minstrel he smote with fell intent,<br /> +So that the edge, descending, e'en to the beaver went.<br /> +That stroke the forceful gleeman repaid with such a blow,<br /> +As sent the sturdy Wolfhart tottering to and fro.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +They clash'd, that from the hauberks sparks were seen to start,<br /> +Either bore the other deadly hate at heart.<br /> +A Berner then, Sir Wolfwine, parted that stormy fight.<br /> +Who on such deed could venture, was sure a prowest knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The noble king, Sir Gunther, with frank and willing hand<br /> +Met the renowned champions of th' Amelungers' land.<br /> +Then, too, the good Sir Giselher himself so knightly bore,<br /> +That he made the polish'd morions red and wet with gore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dankwart, Hagan's brother, was a champion grim.<br /> +Whate'er on Etzel's meiny had late been wrought by him,<br /> +A puff was to the tempest that now to rise began;<br /> +So furiously did battle the son of Aldrian.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">367</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Ritschart as well as Gerbart, Helfrich and Wichart, too,<br /> +Spared themselves but seldom with bloody work to do;<br /> +This in the fierce hurly to Gunther's men they show'd.<br /> +Into the strife Sir Wolfbrand like a noble warrior strode.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then, as though he were frantic, fought aged Hildebrand.<br /> +Many a good knight, o'ermaster'd by Wolfhart's stalwart hand<br /> +Into the blood, death-stricken, beneath his broadsword fell.<br /> +Thus the bold knights of Dietrich reveng'd the margrave well.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then, as his courage mov'd him, the good Sir Siegstab strove;<br /> +Ah! how the glittering morions of his stern foes he clove<br /> +In that tempestuous conflict, Sir Dietrich's sister's son!<br /> +Amidst the storm of battle ne'er had he better done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The valiant minstrel Folker, soon as he espied<br /> +A bloody brook forth gushing as Siegstab fiercely plied<br /> +His sword upon the hauberks, in a storm of rage was tossed;<br /> +Furious he leapt upon him; at once Sir Siegstab lost<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His life by that stern minstrel, who, to the warrior's ill,<br /> +Proof gave him so resistless of his surpassing skill,<br /> +That at a stroke before him down fell dead the knight.<br /> +Him straight revenged Sir Hildebrand, as well beseem'd his might.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah, my dear lord!" in anguish cried Master Hildebrand,<br /> +"Dost thou then here lie lifeless by Folker's bloody hand?<br /> +But hence, be sure, shall never this minstrel scathless go."<br /> +However could noble Hildebrand rush fiercer on a foe?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At once so smote he Folker with weapon sharp and true,<br /> +That to the walls on all sides a shower of shivers flew<br /> +From helm and eke from buckler like chaff before the blast.<br /> +Thereby the sturdy Folker came to his end at last.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">368</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At that, the men of Dietrich rush'd on from every side.<br /> +They slash'd, that links of hauberk went whirling far and wide,<br /> +And the snapp'd sword-points flicker'd with momentary gleam;<br /> +They drew from out the morions the smoking bloody stream.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon Hagan spied Sir Folker dead on the reeking floor;<br /> +Ne'er had he felt such anguish throughout the feast before<br /> +For kinsman lost or liegeman, as then his bosom shook.<br /> +Alas! for his slain comrade what dire revenge he took!<br /> +</p> + + +<p>LVI</p> + +<p>"Ne'er from me shall scathless go aged Hildebrand.<br /> +My helpmate lies before me, slain by the hero's hand.<br /> +Never had I comrade so valiant and so true."<br /> +He rais'd his shield, and forward slashing and hewing flew.</p> + + +<p class="center">LVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just then the stalwart Helfrich slew Dankwart the good knight;<br /> +Gunther as well as Giselher, woe were they at the sight,<br /> +When down he fell, and, writhing, out panted his last breath.<br /> +He with his sword beforehand had well reveng'd his death.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +What crowds soe'er had thither muster'd from many a land,<br /> +Beneath right puissant princes against their little band,<br /> +Weren't not that Christian people conspir'd to work their fall,<br /> +Their prowess well had kept them against the heathens all.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Meanwhile redoubted Wolfhart rush'd fiercely to and fro,<br /> +King Gunther's men down hewing with oft-repeated blow.<br /> +Thrice through that place of slaughter he cut his bloody way.<br /> +Before, behind, around him the dead and dying lay.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">369</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that, the young Sir Giselher to the stern warrior cried,<br /> +"Woe's me that I should ever so fierce a foe abide!<br /> +Noble knight and fearless, turn thee now to me.<br /> +I'll help to end this matter; it must no longer be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Wolfhart turn'd on Giselher soon as thus defied;<br /> +Each in that grim battle wounds cut gaping wide.<br /> +Upon the king fierce rushing so forcefully he sped,<br /> +The blood beneath his trampling flew high above his head.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The bold son of fair Uta with many a rapid blow<br /> +Received the furious onset of his redoubted foe;<br /> +Huge as was Wolfhart's puissance, boot it none could bring.<br /> +Ne'er was so brave a battle fought by so young a king.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +At last through the good hauberk he smote Sir Dietrich's man,<br /> +That the blood, out-spurting, down in a torrent ran.<br /> +So to the death he wounded that high o'erweening one.<br /> +'Twas sure a peerless champion who such a deed had done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as fearless Wolfhart felt the deadly pain,<br /> +Down he dropp'd his buckler; with fierce hand amain<br /> +His huge sharp-cutting broadsword higher he heav'd in air;<br /> +Through helm at once and hauberk then smote he Giselher.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So they one another both of their lives bereft.<br /> +Now of all Dietrich's liegemen not a soul was left.<br /> +Hildebrand, the aged, dead saw Wolfhart fall;<br /> +Among his long life's sorrows that was the worst of all.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There in that hall of slaughter dead lay King Gunther's train,<br /> +Dead too the men of Dietrich. Sir Hildebrand amain<br /> +Ran where redoubted Wolfhart fall'n in the blood he found,<br /> +And cast his arms about him to lift him from the ground.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">370</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He drove his dying nephew forth from the house to bear,<br /> +But found his weight too mighty; he needs must leave him there.<br /> +Then from the blood the wounded a clouded glance upcast;<br /> +He saw that fain his uncle had help'd him at the last.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the fainting warrior, "Dear uncle, kind and true,<br /> +No more can it avail me whatever you can do.<br /> +But Oh! beware of Hagan; this seems me good to tell.<br /> +Heart had never champion so furious and so fell.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"And if my loving kinsmen would sorrow o'er my clay,<br /> +This to the best and nearest, dear uncle, of me say,<br /> +That I need no lamenting, that tears were better dried,<br /> +That 'twas a king that slew me, and gloriously I died.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Besides, in this wild slaughter I've sold my life so dear,<br /> +That many a knight's pale lady 'twill cost full many a tear.<br /> +If any ask the question, straight let the truth be shown.<br /> +Here lie at least a hundred slain by this hand alone."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Just then redoubted Hagan upon the gleeman thought,<br /> +Whom the good knight Sir Hildebrand so late to death had brought.<br /> +Thus he bespake the conqueror, "You for my grief shall pay;<br /> +Of many a valiant champion you've robb'd us here to-day."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So struck he then at Hildebrand, that all at once might hear<br /> +'Twas Balmung there was sounding, the sword that he whilere<br /> +Had ta'en from noble Siegfried when he the hero slew.<br /> +Well was his onset warded by the graybeard stout and true.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">371</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sir Dietrich's aged liegeman the fearful stroke repaid<br /> +With one that show'd, that he, too, wielded a griding blade;<br /> +Still from the man of Gunther no drop of blood he drew.<br /> +Sir Hagan with a second cut his good hauberk through.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as aged Hildebrand felt the sharp gash aright,<br /> +He look'd for worse, by waiting, from Hagan's stormy might;<br /> +So o'er his back his buckler straight threw Sir Dietrich's man,<br /> +And swift, though sorely wounded, away from Hagan ran.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Now not a man was living of that Burgundian train<br /> +Gunther except, and Hagan, these the sole breathing twain.<br /> +Old Hildebrand thence hasted, with blood all dabbled o'er,<br /> +And to the noble Dietrich his sorry tidings bore.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Apart he found him sitting, solemn and sad of cheer;<br /> +What more might move his sorrow the prince had yet to hear.<br /> +Straight Hildebrand beheld he clad in his bloody mail;<br /> +He ask'd him of his tidings, yet fear'd to hear his tale.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now tell me, Master Hildebrand, what brings you here so wet<br /> +With life-blood? Who has done it? What mischief have you met?<br /> +I fear, you have been fighting in th' hall with yonder guests;<br /> +I earnestly forbade it; you should have kept your lord's behests."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight his lord he answer'd, "'Twas Hagan did it all;<br /> +This wound, that so is bleeding, he gave me in the hall,<br /> +As from the knight I turn'd me, and would have left the strife.<br /> +Scarce from that very devil have I escaped with life."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">372</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Him thus the Berner answer'd, "This mishap's your due;<br /> +You heard me promise friendship to yonder knightly crew,<br /> +And yet the peace I gave them you have presum'd to break,<br /> +Were it not beneath me, your life for it I'd take."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay, my good Lord Dietrich, be not so wroth of mood;<br /> +To me and mine already has too much loss accrued.<br /> +We wish'd the noble Rudeger to take from where he died;<br /> +We ask'd the men of Gunther, and proudly were denied."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Woe's me for this misfortune! Is Rudeger then dead?<br /> +Him must I wail forever; now I indeed am sped.<br /> +Woe for the Lady Gotelind! My cousin's child is she.<br /> +Woe, too, for the poor orphans that at Bechlaren be!"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The margrave's death impress'd him with pity and ruth so deep,<br /> +He could refrain no longer, but straight began to weep.<br /> +"Alas! My faithful comrade! Such loss I needs must rue.<br /> +Ne'er can I cease bewailing King Etzel's liegeman true.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Come now, Master Hildebrand, the truth discover plain,<br /> +Tell me, who's the champion, who has the margrave slain."<br /> +Said he, "'Twas noble Gernot whose strength the margrave sped;<br /> +He by the hand of Rudeger in turn was stricken dead."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then thus replied Sir Dietrich, "Thither will I anon;<br /> +So go and tell my warriors their armor straight to don,<br /> +And bid my glittering hauberk be brought me instantly;<br /> +I myself will question yon knights of Burgundy."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">373</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake Master Hildebrand, "Whom would you have me call?<br /> +Of those who yet are living you see before you all;<br /> +I'm now your only soldier, the others they are dead."<br /> +Sore shudder'd then Sir Dietrich for dole and drearihead.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In all the world such ruin did ne'er the knight befall.<br /> +Said he, "If they have slaughtered my liegemen one and all,<br /> +Then I'm of God forgotten. Poor Dietrich! Lost am I,<br /> +Who was a king but lately so haughty and so high."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then further spake the champion, "But how could this have passed?<br /> +How could such puissant warriors have perish'd to the last<br /> +By battle-wearied foemen, fainting and need-beset?<br /> +Sure, but through my ill-fortune they had been living yet.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LXXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Since my hard fate condemns me to suffer every ill,<br /> +Tell me, of those grim strangers if one be living still."<br /> +Then answer'd Master Hildebrand, "God knows, their lives not one,<br /> +Save Hagan and King Gunther; the rest their course have run."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V38_LXXXIX" id="V38_LXXXIX"></a><a href="#St_38_LXXXIX">LXXXIX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah! woe is me, dear Wolfhart; since thou from me art torn,<br /> +Well may it repent me that ever I was born.<br /> +Siegstab, Wolfwine, and Wolfbrand, my true and trusty band!<br /> +Who back can ever help me to th' Amelungers' land?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XC</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"The danger-daring Helfrich, his doom has he too met?<br /> +Gerbart and valiant Wichart, how can I these forget?<br /> +My friends are dead together; who so bereft as I?<br /> +Ah! woe is me, that wretches of grief can never die."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">374</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="THIRTY-NINTH_ADVENTURE" id="THIRTY-NINTH_ADVENTURE"></a>THIRTY-NINTH ADVENTURE<br /> + +<span class="small">HOW GUNTHER AND HAGAN AND KRIEMHILD WERE SLAIN</span></h2> + + +<p class="center">I</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then took the good Sir Dietrich himself his mail in hand;<br /> +His ready aid to arm him gave aged Hildebrand.<br /> +Such piteous moan then made he the while, that mighty man,<br /> +That with his voice of thunder the house to ring began.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">II</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Yet soon did he recover his high heroic mood.<br /> +In wrath he donn'd his harness, and ready now he stood.<br /> +A shield of prov'd allowance he grasp'd in his strong hand,<br /> +And thence in haste forth sallied with Master Hildebrand.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">III</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the Knight of Trony, "I yonder see come on<br /> +With sturdy strides Sir Dietrich; he'll fight with us anon<br /> +To venge his slaughter'd kinsmen whom we have done to die.<br /> +To-day shall all bear witness, who best his sword can ply.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">IV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Howe'er himself may value the haughty Lord of Bern,<br /> +Though ne'er so stout of body, of mood though ne'er so stern,<br /> +If us for our late doings he now attempt to quit,<br /> +He'll find in me," said Hagan, "an equal opposite."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V39_V" id="V39_V"></a><a href="#St_39_V">V</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Dietrich as well as Hildebrand the words of Hagan caught;<br /> +He came, and close together the twain, whom here he sought,<br /> +Outside the house and leaning against the wall he found.<br /> +Sir Dietrich straight his buckler set down upon the ground.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With anguish deep impassion'd the warrior thus began,<br /> +"Why have you thus entreated a wandering banish'd man?<br /> +What have I done, King Gunther, that you should serve me so?<br /> +I'm reft of all my comfort, all at a single blow.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">375</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">VII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"It seem'd you all too little, that to our loss and pain<br /> +By your hands our comrade, good Rudeger, was slain;<br /> +And now you have bereft me my warriors every one.<br /> +I, sure, to you, ye heroes, such wrong would ne'er have don.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">VIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Think of yourselves, your sorrow, your long disastrous toil,<br /> +The death of your brave comrades in this abhorréd broil,<br /> +If to the dust with anguish it bows your lofty cheer.<br /> +Ah! how my heart is bleeding for the death of Rudeger!<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V39_IX" id="V39_IX"></a><a href="#St_39_IX">IX</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"In all the world before us such horror ne'er befell.<br /> +On me you've brought destruction and on yourselves as well.<br /> +All joys I had whatever, by you they all lie slain;<br /> +Ne'er for his slaughtered kinsmen can Dietrich cease to plain."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">X</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Nay," replied Sir Hagan, "we're not so much to blame;<br /> +To this house in harness your eager warriors came,<br /> +In one broad band advancing, embattled fierce and bold.<br /> +The truth, methinks, Sir Dietrich, you've not been fairly told."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"How can I doubt the story? I heard from Hildebrand,<br /> +That, when my trusty comrades of th' Amelungers' land<br /> +Begg'd that the corpse of Rudeger you'd give them from the hall,<br /> +They met with proud denial and mannerless scoffs withal."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The Lord of Rhine then answer'd, "They sought to carry out<br /> +The corpse of noble Rudeger; I, not from wish to flout<br /> +Them, but in scorn of Etzel, what they desired, denied;<br /> +Then in a moment Wolfhart began to chafe and chide."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Thereto replied the Berner, "Well then! so must it be.<br /> +Now by thy gentle breeding, King Gunther, list to me;<br /> +For all the harm thou'st done me such satisfaction make<br /> +As thou may'st give with honor, and I with honor take.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">376</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yield thee to me a captive, thou and thy valiant man,<br /> +And surely I'll defend thee with all the strength I can<br /> +From whatso'er against thee the vengeful Huns may do,<br /> +And never shalt thou find me but faithful, kind, and true."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now God in Heaven forbid it!" redoubted Hagan cried;<br /> +"Never to thee shall yield them two knights of mettle tried,<br /> +Who yet in their good harness unfettered stand and free,<br /> +Ready to bid defiance to their foes, whoe'er they be."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"You ought not to deny me," Sir Dietrich answer made,<br /> +"King Gunther and Sir Hagan; on my heart and soul you've laid<br /> +Such overwhelming sorrow as you can ne'er requite,<br /> +And, if amends you make me, you yield me but my right.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"My faith, besides, I'll give you, and my assuring hand,<br /> +That back I will ride with you to your Burgundian land,<br /> +And bring you thither safely, or die with you along,<br /> +And for your sakes forever forget my grievous wrong."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Demand of us no further," return'd Sir Hagan bold;<br /> +"Ill would it become us, if it ever should be told,<br /> +That two knights of such worship yielded at once to thee;<br /> +For at thy side, save Hildebrand, there's not a soul to see."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake Master Hildebrand, "God, Sir Hagan, knows,<br /> +My lord's your true well-wisher; he treats you not as foes.<br /> +E'en now the hour is coming, his terms you'll gladly take.<br /> +Th' amends, that he proposes, you'd better frankly make.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"So would I do far sooner," Sir Hagan made reply,<br /> +"Than ever from a palace so like a coward fly,<br /> +As you did, Master Hildebrand, but lately here in place.<br /> +I thought, i' faith, you better an opposite could face."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">377</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V39_XXI" id="V39_XXI"></a><a href="#St_39_XXI">XXI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +To him made answer Hildebrand, "Why twit you me with that?<br /> +Who was 't that by the Waskstone upon a buckler sat,<br /> +While of his kin so many the Spaniard Walter slew?<br /> +Look to your own shortcomings; you'll have enough to do."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake the good Sir Dietrich, "Ill fits it warriors bold<br /> +Like two testy beldams to squabble and to scold.<br /> +I charge you, Master Hildebrand, urge this discourse no more.<br /> +I'm now a lonely wanderer; my sorrow whelms me o'er.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now let me know, Sir Hagan," he thus pursued his speech,<br /> +"What your two active champions were saying each to each,<br /> +When thus equipp'd for battle you mark'd me drawing nigh.<br /> +Was it not, that you against me alone your strength would try?"<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Neither of us denies it," thus Hagan sternly spoke,<br /> +"I'd fain straight make the trial with many a sturdy stroke,<br /> +Unless this my good weapon, the sword of Nibelung, break.<br /> +I'm wroth that you of both of us expect a prize to make."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Soon as heard Sir Dietrich what grim Hagan thought,<br /> +Up to him his buckler quick the warrior caught.<br /> +How swift against him Hagan down the staircase dash'd!<br /> +Loud on the mail of Dietrich the sword of Nibelung clash'd.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well knew the noble Dietrich how fierce and fell a knight<br /> +Was standing now against him; so warily the fight<br /> +'Gainst those tempestuous sword-strokes wag'd the good lord of Bern,<br /> +The strength and skill of Hagan he had not now to learn.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">378</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +He fear'd, too, mighty Balmung as down it swept amain;<br /> +Yet at times Sir Dietrich with craft would strike again,<br /> +Till that to sink before him he brought his foeman strong;<br /> +A fearful wound he gave him that was both deep and long.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Sir Dietrich then bethought him, "Thou'rt faint and ill bestead;<br /> +I should win little worship, were I to strike thee dead.<br /> +I'll make a different trial, if thou can'st now be won<br /> +By main force for a pris'ner." With wary heed 'twas done.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Down he threw his buckler; wondrous was his might;<br /> +He his arms resistless threw round Trony's knight.<br /> +So was by his stronger the man of strength subdued.<br /> +Thereat the noble Gunther remain'd in mournful mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +His vanquish'd foe Sir Dietrich bound in a mighty band,<br /> +And led him thence to Kriemhild, and gave into her hand<br /> +The best and boldest champion that broadsword ever bore.<br /> +She after all her anguish felt comfort all the more.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +For joy the queen inclin'd her before the welcome guest;<br /> +"Sir Knight! in mind and body heaven keep thee ever blessed!<br /> +By thee all my long sorrows are shut up in delight.<br /> +Ever, if death prevent not, thy service I'll requite."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Fair and noble Kriemhild," thus Sir Dietrich spake,<br /> +"Spare this captive warrior, who full amends will make<br /> +For all his past transgressions; him here in bonds you see;<br /> +Revenge not on the fetter'd th' offences of the free."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +With that she had Sir Hagan to durance led away,<br /> +Where no one could behold him, where under lock he lay.<br /> +Meanwhile the fierce King Gunther shouted loud and strong,<br /> +"Whither is gone the Berner? he hath done me grievous wrong."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">379</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Straight, at the call, to meet him Sir Dietrich swiftly went.<br /> +Huge was the strength of Gunther, and deadly his intent.<br /> +There he no longer dallied; from th' hall he forward ran;<br /> +Sword clash'd with sword together, as man confronted man.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Howe'er renown'd was Dietrich, and train'd in combat well,<br /> +Yet Gunther fought against him so furious and so fell,<br /> +And bore him hate so deadly, now friendless left and lone,<br /> +It seem'd past all conceiving, how Dietrich held his own.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Both were of mighty puissance, and neither yielded ground;<br /> +Palace and airy turret rung with their strokes around,<br /> +As their swift swords descending their temper'd helmets hew'd<br /> +Well there the proud King Gunther display'd his manly mood.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Yet him subdued the Berner," as Hagan erst befell;<br /> +Seen was the blood of the warrior forth through his mail to well<br /> +Beneath the fatal weapon that Dietrich bore in fight.<br /> +Tir'd as he was, still Gunther had kept him like a knight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +So now at length the champion was bound by Dietrich there,<br /> +How ill soe'er it fitteth a king such bonds to bear.<br /> +Gunther and his fierce liegeman if he had left unbound,<br /> +He ween'd they'd deal destruction on all, whome'er they found.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XXXIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then by the hand Sir Dietrich took the champion good,<br /> +And in his bonds thence led him to where fair Kriemhild stood.<br /> +She cried, "Thou'rt welcome, Gunther, hero of Burgundy."<br /> +"Now God requite you, Kriemhild, if you speak lovingly."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XL</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said he, "I much should thank you, and justly, sister dear,<br /> +If true affection prompted the greeting which I hear;<br /> +But, knowing your fierce temper, proud queen, too well I see,<br /> +Such greeting is a mocking of Hagan and of me."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">380</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the noble Berner, "High-descended dame,<br /> +Ne'er have been brought to bondage knights of such peerless fame,<br /> +As those, whom you, fair lady, now from your servant take.<br /> +Grant these forlorn and friendless fair treatment for my sake."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +She said, she fain would do so; then from the captive pair<br /> +With weeping eyes Sir Dietrich retir'd and left them there.<br /> +Straight a bloody vengeance wreak'd Etzel's furious wife<br /> +On those redoubted champions, and both bereft of life.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +In dark and dismal durance them kept apart the queen,<br /> +So that from that hour neither was by the other seen,<br /> +Till that at last to Hagan her brother's head she bore.<br /> +On both she took with vengeance as tongue ne'er told before.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +To the cell of Hagan eagerly she went;<br /> +Thus the knight bespake she, ah! with what fell intent!<br /> +"Wilt thou but return me what thou from me hast ta'en,<br /> +Back thou may'st go living to Burgundy again."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then spake grim-visag'd Hagan, "You throw away your prayer,<br /> +High-descended lady; I took an oath whilere,<br /> +That, while my lords were living, or of them only one,<br /> +I'd ne'er point out the treasure; thus 'twill be given to none."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V39_XLVI" id="V39_XLVI"></a><a href="#St_39_XLVI">XLVI</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +Well knew the subtle Hagan, she ne'er let him 'scape.<br /> +Ah! when did ever falsehood assume so foul a shape?<br /> +He fear'd, that, soon as ever the queen his life had ta'en,<br /> +She then would send her brother to Rhineland back again.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">381</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">XLVII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"I'll make an end, and quickly," Kriemhild fiercely spake.<br /> +Her brother's life straight bade she in his dungeon take.<br /> +Off his head was smitten; she bore it by the hair<br /> +To the Lord of Trony; such sight he well could spare.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLVIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Awhile in gloomy sorrow he view'd his master's head;<br /> +Then to remorseless Kriemhild thus the warrior said;<br /> +"E'en to thy wish this business thou to an end hast brought,<br /> +To such an end, moreover, as Hagan ever thought.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">XLIX</p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Now the brave King Gunther of Burgundy is dead;<br /> +Young Giselher and eke Gernot alike with him are sped;<br /> +So now, where lies the treasure, none knows save God and me,<br /> +And told shall it be never, be sure, she-fiend! to thee."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">L</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Said she, "Ill hast thou quitted a debt so deadly scored;<br /> +At least in my possession I'll keep my Siegfried's sword.<br /> +My lord and lover bore it, when last I saw him go.<br /> +For him woe wrung my bosom, that pass'd all other woe."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Forth from the sheath she drew it; that could not he prevent;<br /> +At once to slay the champion was Kriemhild's stern intent.<br /> +High with both hands she heav'd it, and off his head did smite<br /> +That was seen of King Etzel; he shudder'd at the sight.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V39_LII" id="V39_LII"></a><a href="#St_39_LII">LII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +"Ah!" cried the prince impassion'd, "Harrow and wellaway!<br /> +That the hand of a woman the noblest knight should slay,<br /> +That e'er struck stroke in battle, or ever buckler bore!<br /> +Albeit I was his foeman, needs must I sorrow sore."<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">382</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">LIII</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Then said the aged Hildebrand, "Let not her boast of gain,<br /> +In that by her contrivance this noble chief was slain.<br /> +Though to sore strait he brought me, let ruin on me light,<br /> +But I will take full vengeance for Trony's murdered knight."<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LIV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +Hildebrand, the aged, fierce on Kriemhild sprung;<br /> +To the death he smote her as his sword he swung.<br /> +Sudden and remorseless he his wrath did wreak.<br /> +What could then avail her, her fearful thrilling shriek?<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LV</p> + +<p class="verse"> +There now the dreary corpses stretch'd all around were seen:<br /> +There lay, hewn in pieces, the fair and noble queen.<br /> +Sir Dietrich and King Etzel, their tears began to start;<br /> +For kinsmen and for vassals each sorrow'd in his heart.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center">LVI</p> + +<p class="verse"> +The mighty and the noble there lay together dead;<br /> +For this had all the people dole and drearihead.<br /> +The feast of royal Etzel was thus shut up in woe.<br /> +Pain in the steps of Pleasure treads ever here below.<br /> +</p> + + +<p class="center"><a name="V39_LVII" id="V39_LVII"></a><a href="#St_39_LVII">LVII</a></p> + +<p class="verse"> +'Tis more than I can tell you what afterward befell,<br /> +Save that there was weeping for friends belov'd so well;<br /> +Knights and squires, dames and damsels, were seen lamenting all.<br /> +So here I end my story. This is <span class="smcap">The Nibelungers' Fall</span>.<br /> +</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">383</a></span></p> + + + + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<h2 class="p4"><a name="NOTES" id="NOTES"></a>NOTES</h2> + + +<p>According to Professor Lachmann, this poem has no title in most of the +manuscripts. In the two that have a superscription, it is styled the +Book of Kriemhild. Its ordinary name, The Nibelungenlied, is derived +from the Lassberg manuscript which ends with the words, <i>der Nibelunge +liet</i>, the lay of the Nibelungs, while the better manuscripts for <i>liet</i> +read <i>nôt</i>, calamity. The word Nibelung is a patronymic from <i>nebel</i>, +mist or darkness, and means, child of mist or darkness. Who these +Nibelungs were is involved in appropriate obscurity. In the first part +of the poem, they are Siegfried's Norwegian dependents, formerly +subjects of King Nibelung; in the second, they are the Burgundians, +possibly as being then the possessors of the wondrous treasure. In F.H. +von der Hagen's Remarks on the poem, there is a long rambling note on +this word, a note, however, which is worth reading. The commentator +travels from the Nephilim, or giants of scripture, down to Neville, the +great Earl of Warwick, and his coal-black head of hair. I have followed +Mr. Birch in using the form <i>Nibelunger</i>, as more convenient for the +verse, and more suitable to our language, and also to mark the +difference between the name of an individual, and that of a tribe. For +the same reasons I have ventured to employ the form <i>Amelunger</i>.</p> + + +<p class="center">FIRST ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_1_VI" id="St_1_VI"></a><a href="#V1_VI">St. VI.</a>) The famous city of Worms derived its name, according to one +tradition, from the <i>Lindwurm</i>, or dragon slain by Siegfried under the +linden tree; according to another, from the multitude of dragons that +infested the neighborhood. The Rose-garden of Kriemhild (which, though +celebrated in other poems, is not noticed in this) was in the vicinity. +The progress of civilization, elegance, cleanliness and classic +refinement has converted the Rose-garden into a tobacco ground.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_1_XIII" id="St_1_XIII"></a><a href="#V1_XIII">St. XIII.</a>) Lachmann's First Lay begins here, and ends with St. +LXXXVIII, Second Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_1_XVII" id="St_1_XVII"></a><a href="#V1_XVII">St. XVII.</a>) <i>Liebe</i>, here, is not <i>Love</i>, but <i>Joy</i>, <i>Pleasure</i>. See +Lachmann's Treatise on the Original Form of the Poem, p. 91.</p> + + +<p class="center">SECOND ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_2_XIII" id="St_2_XIII"></a><a href="#V2_XIII">St. XIII.</a>) <i>Swertdegne</i> are young noble squires destined for +knighthood. The <i>manic rîcher kneht</i> of St. XXXIV are also squires, the +same as the <i>edeln knehte</i> at the end of the poem. The mere <i>knehte</i> +were an inferior class, like our yeomen. Nine thousand of these last +accompanied Gunther to Etzel's court, and were entertained apart.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">384</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">THIRD ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_3_V" id="St_3_V"></a><a href="#V3_V">St. V.</a>) <i>Make</i>, an old form for <i>mate</i>. Spenser has among other +passages</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And of fair Britomart ensample take,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That was as true in love as turtle to her make.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Faerie Queene," III, ii. 2.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>It is common in German romances of a certain period for brides to be +carried off by force, and maidens to be wooed by suitors who have never +set eyes on them. See Gervinus's Abridgment of his History of German +poetry. See also the Gudrun.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_3_XXVII" id="St_3_XXVII"></a><a href="#V3_XXVII">St. XXVII.</a>) Lachmann observes on the third verse: "This verse cannot be +explained from our Lays (<i>i.e.</i>, from anything in the poem); the +Netherlanders lost no friend but Siegfried. Is there an allusion to +other legends, or is the departure adorned with the usual coloring?" It +really almost seems as if the writer of this particular stanza had +confounded Nibelungers, Netherlanders and Burgundians all together.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_3_LI" id="St_3_LI"></a><a href="#St_3_LI">St. LI.</a>) Most of the marvels of modern romantic poetry may be traced +back to much older tales reported by Greek authorities. The Scythian +griffins, who watched the treasures coveted by their neighbors the +Arimaspians, the dragon Ladon, who guarded the golden apples of the +Hesperides, the more celebrated bullionist, who kept an eye on the +golden fleece, are the undoubted ancestors of the more modern specimens +of the serpent tribe, who inherited the like miserly passion, and +allured such champions as Siegfried and Orlando to tread in the steps of +Hercules and Jason. The volatile disposition of Wayland the Smith +reminds us of Dædalus; his skill in his art exhibits him as a rival of +Vulcan; his grandfather Wiking, like Ulysses, "<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">æquoreas torsit amore +Deas</i>." The Alcinas and Armidas of the modern Italians are only +heightened copies of Calypso and Circe; Siegfried, Orlando and Ferraų, +with their invulnerable hides and superfluous armor, are each of them a +modernized Achilles. This list might be easily lengthened. I am not, +however, aware that the fancy of giving names to swords can be traced to +the classics. Durindana, the sword of Orlando, Fusberta, that of +Rinaldo, Excalibur, of King Arthur, Joyeuse, of Charlemagne, and others, +may be paralleled by the following list from Northern fable, Gram and +Balmung belonging to Siegfried, Mimung to Wayland and Wittich, Nagelring +to Dietrich, Brinnig to Hildebrand, Sachs to Eck, Blutang to Heime, +Schrit to Biterolf, Welsung to Sintram the Greek and Dietlieb, Waske to +Iring, etc. This list is anything but perfect.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_3_LV" id="St_3_LV"></a><a href="#St_3_LV">St. LV.</a>) The <i>tarnkappe</i>, from an old word <i>tarnen</i> to conceal, and +<i>kappe</i>, <i>a mantle or cloak</i>, otherwise called <i>nebelkappe</i>, from +<i>nebel</i>, mist, obscurity, was a long and broad mantle, which made the +wearer invisible, and gave him the strength of twelve men. For want of a +better word I have translated it "cloud-cloak."</p> + + +<p class="center">FOURTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_4_I" id="St_4_I"></a><a href="#V4_I">St. I.</a>) Lachmann's Second Lay begins here, and ends with St. CXXII, +Fourth Adventure.</p> + + +<p>(<a name="St_4_XLIV" id="St_4_XLIV"></a><a href="#V4_XLIV">St. XLIV</a>)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A Skottysshe knight hoved upon te bent,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">A wache I dare well saye;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So was he ware on the noble Percy<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In the dawnynge of the daye.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">English "Battle of Otterbourne."<br /></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">385</a></span></div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_4_LXVII" id="St_4_LXVII"></a><a href="#V4_LXVII">St. LXVII.</a>) In this poem "<i>the Rhine</i>" is used to express the dominion +of Gunther, though, strictly speaking, Siegfried was himself from the +Rhine, being a native of Xanten. It is remarkable that at St. I, Second +Adventure, this last circumstance is stated, and yet at St. XIII and St. +XV, Third Adventure, in the conversation between Siegfried and his +father, both of whom were then at Xanten, the phrase <i>ze Rîne</i> is used +with reference to Gunther's country.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_4_LXIX" id="St_4_LXIX"></a><a href="#V4_LXIX">St. LXIX.</a>) "slew him many a slain." This phrase is borrowed from Samson +Agonistes.</p> + + +<p class="center">FIFTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_5_I" id="St_5_I"></a><a href="#V5_I">St. I.</a>) Lachmann's Third Lay begins here, and ends with St. LX of this +Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_5_XX" id="St_5_XX"></a><a href="#V5_XX">St. XX.</a>)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ne she was derke ne browne, but bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clear as the Moone light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Againe whom all the starres semen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But small candles, as we demen.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Chaucer's "Romaunt of the Rose" in the description of Beauty.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For all afore, that seemed fayre and bright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now base and contemptible did appeare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Compar'd to her that shone as Phebes light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Among the lesser starres in evening clear.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Faerie Queene," IV, v. 14.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_5_XXIII" id="St_5_XXIII"></a><a href="#V5_XXIII">St. XXIII.</a>) So Chaucer says of Mirth in the "Romaunt of the Rose":</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He seemed like a portreiture,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So noble was he of his stature.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_5_XXVIII" id="St_5_XXVIII"></a><a href="#V5_XXVIII">St. XXVIII.</a>) In the last verse of this stanza Lachmann thinks +<i>magetlîchen</i>, not <i>minnelîchen</i>, was the original word; "We have," +says he rather austerely, "love enough and to spare in St. XXX, Fifth +Adventure;" and certainly, if he be justified in rejecting St. CCXCVIII, +and consequently in putting St. CCXCIX next to St. CCXCVII, there is +rather a superabundance of the tender passion with <i>minnelîchen</i>, in two +successive lines, and <i>minne</i> in a third. On the other hand, it may be +said that this very superabundance is produced by Lachmann's own +rejection of St. CCXCVIII, and that to alter the text of the preceding +stanza in consequence of that rejection, is something like what lawyers +call taking advantage of one's own wrong. But however that may be, it +cannot be denied, that <i>magetlîchen</i> is in St. CCXCVII far more +appropriate than <i>minnelîchen</i>, and its suits my convenience as a +translator infinitely better. I have therefore gladly adopted it.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_5_XL" id="St_5_XL"></a><a href="#V5_XL">St. XL.</a>)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In fame's eternal beadroll worthy to be fil'd.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Faerie Queene."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center">SIXTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_6_II" id="St_6_II"></a><a href="#V6_II">St. II.</a>) Lachmann's Fourth Lay begins here, and ends with St. LXXXVIII. +The poem, which we now possess under the name of the Nibelungenlied, +throws into the shade the early history of Siegfried and Brunhild, and +retains only a few obscure allusions to the fact that they were old +acquaintances. See the Preface.</p> + +<p><i>Issland</i>, the Kingdom of Brunhild, which I have thus written to +distinguish it from our English word <i>island</i>, is identified by von der +Hagen with Iceland; Wackernagel, in the Glossary to his "Alt-deutsches +Lesebuch" prefers to derive it from <i>Itisland</i> (<i>itis</i>, woman in old +German), the land of women or Amazons. It is however against this +derivation,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">386</a></span> that, though Brunhild was a "Martial Maid" herself, her +kingdom was not a kingdom of Amazons, like that of Radigund in the +"Faerie Queene." Her female attendants were like other women, and her +knights and the officers of her court were of the other sex.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_6_XVI" id="St_6_XVI"></a><a href="#V6_XVI">St. XVI.</a>) In this stanza and those that follow we may clearly discern +that several versions of the same tale have been huddled together. The +same thing may be observed in other parts of the poem, but nowhere so +clearly as here. For the <i>tarnkappe</i> see the note to St. CI.</p> + + +<p>(<a name="St_6_XXXVIII" id="St_6_XXXVIII"></a><a href="#V6_XXXVIII">St. XXXVIII.</a>) tuus, O Regina, quid optes<br /> +Explorare labor, mihi jussa capessere fas est.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_6_XLV" id="St_6_XLV"></a><a href="#V6_XLV">St. XLV.</a>) Zazamanc, according to von der Hagen, is a city in Asia +Minor; Lachmann seems to place it in the Land of Romance.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_6_XLVI" id="St_6_XLVI"></a><a href="#V6_XLVI">St. XLVI.</a>) The hides here meant, according to von der Hagen, are the +hairy ones of warm-blooded marine animals rather than the skins of +fishes properly so called.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_6_LII" id="St_6_LII"></a><a href="#V6_LII">St. LII.</a>) This stanza (not to mention some others) must have been +interpolated by a poetical tailor.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_6_LXIII" id="St_6_LXIII"></a><a href="#V6_LXIII">St. LXIII.</a>) According to von der Hagen, the best Rhenish wine is +produced about Worms. It is called "Our Lady's Milk," and is superior to +Lacryma Christi.</p> + + +<p class="center">SEVENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_7_XII" id="St_7_XII"></a><a href="#V7_XII">St. XII.</a>) The Ballad of Lord Thomas and Fair Annet has something +similar of the lady's horse:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Four and twenty siller bells<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Wer a' tyed till his mane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yae tift of the norland wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">They tinkled ane by ane.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_7_XVI" id="St_7_XVI"></a><a href="#V7_XVI">St. XVI.</a>) This description of a castle (<i>burc</i>) does not materially +differ from those which occur elsewhere in the poem. The castle was not +one building, however large and complex, but included in the same ample +circuit of its walls several extensive buildings, and afforded +sufficient accommodation for a very great number of persons. The most +conspicuous of the buildings within the castle seem to have been large +detached erections, to which in this poem are applied the words <i>hûs</i> +(house), <i>palas</i> (palace), <i>sal</i> (hall), and <i>gadem</i> (room). In the +passage before us, <i>palas</i> and <i>sal</i> are distinguished from one another; +the same is the case at St. LXXXIV, Twenty-fourth Adventure (<i>palas unde +sal</i>), and at St. XXXVII, Ninth Adventure, where Etzel's and Gunther's +dwellings are respectively spoken of. On the other hand, the hall where +the Burgundians feast with Etzel, and where the repeated conflicts take +place, is called <i>palas</i> at St. XIX, Thirty-sixth Adventure, <i>sal</i> at +St. XX, same Adventure, <i>hûs</i> at St. IX, same Adventure, and <i>gadem</i> at +St. XX, Thirty-ninth Adventure, not to mention other passages; and the +large building in Etzel's castle, where Gunther and his knights sleep, +is called <i>sal</i> at stanzas VII and XVI, <i>hûs</i> at stanzas XV and XVII, +and <i>gadem</i> at St. XIX, of the Thirtieth Adventure. These terms +therefore seem nearly synonymous, or at least equally applicable to the +large detached buildings in question, which resembled our public halls, +such as Westminster hall and Guild-hall, and the halls of colleges and +Inns of Court. Some of the halls in this poem seem to have been of truly +poetical dimensions. Gunther (St. XXVI, of the Thirteenth Adventure) +entertains in his hall twelve hundred knights of Siegfried's, besides +his own Burgundians. Etzel's circle was still more numerous. The +Burgundian knights were more<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">387</a></span> than a thousand in number; Rudeger's five +hundred or more: Dietrich had many a stately man, no doubt the six +hundred mentioned at St. IV, of the Thirty-second Adventure, and we +learn from stanza V, of the Thirty-fourth Adventure, that 7,000 Huns +were massacred by the Burgundians; all these made up a dinner party of +about 9,000 guests. The less aristocratic followers of Gunther, 9,000 in +number, seem also to have been feasting in one immense room, when the +Huns took advantage of their unarmed condition to massacre them. The +term, indeed, applied to the building is <i>hûs</i>, but this, we have seen, +is one of the words used to designate great public halls. The hall, +where Gunther and his knights lay so splendidly (St. IX, Thirtieth +Adventure), seems to have been an Eton Long Chamber on a gigantic scale. +After allowing for the twelve knights with Dankwart and the yeomen, he +must have had more than a thousand warriors in his train. Treachery and +violence were so common in the Middle Ages, that a great man was not +safe except with a multitude of dependents about him, and the peculiar +circumstances of Gunther's case required peculiar precaution. Yet even +Siegfried took a thousand warriors of his own, and a hundred of +Siegmund's, when they went together to visit his brother-in-law. These +large halls were used for feasting, dancing, conversation, and sleeping, +but there were other smaller separate buildings (<i>kemenaten</i>) for the +residence of people of consequence, which no doubt contained several +rooms. These also formed the bowers, or private apartments, of high-born +ladies. The <i>kamere</i> (chamber) seems to have been a room used for all +sorts of purposes, among others for keeping stores and treasure as well +as for living and sleeping. There seem to have been no private chapels +within the walls of the castles described in this poem, none, for +instance, such as St. George's Chapel in Windsor Castle, or the chapels +in our Inns of Court and Colleges. Everybody went for his divinity to +the minster. Kriemhild, who was in the habit of going to matins before +daybreak, took her way to the minster, though it was so far from the +castle at Worms that the ladies (St. XXXIV, Thirteenth Adventure) rode +on horseback from one to the other. Gunther's castle was connected with +the city of Worms, but seems to have communicated with the surrounding +country, like the citadels of our present fortified towns. At stanzas +XXXII, XXXIII, Thirteenth Adventure, the ladies view from the castle +windows a tournament held in the country outside the walls. Etzel's +castle, as far as I remember, is not represented as connected with any +town.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_7_XXII" id="St_7_XXII"></a><a href="#V7_XXII">St. XXII.</a>) All this description of the adventurers bears a resemblance +to the passage in the Iliad where Helen points out the Greek chiefs to +Priam; it reminds us also of the imitation of Homer in the "Jerusalem +Delivered."</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_7_XXXIV" id="St_7_XXXIV"></a><a href="#V7_XXXIV">St. XXXIV.</a>) Siegfried here seems to apologize to Brunhild for +presenting himself before her.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_7_XLIII" id="St_7_XLIII"></a><a href="#V7_XLIII">St. XLIII.</a>) Compare stanzas LXXXIV, Seventh Adventure—LXXXV, Tenth +Adventure—XXXI, Nineteenth Adventure, and the observations.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_7_XLVI" id="St_7_XLVI"></a><a href="#V7_XLVI">St. XLVI.</a>) I cannot understand how the skin could be seen under a +silken surcoat, which was so strong as never to have been cut by weapon, +and which was moreover worn over a breastplate. Lachmann has reason to +say "<i>die Brunne ist vergessen</i>."</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_7_LXX" id="St_7_LXX"></a><a href="#V7_LXX">St. LXX.</a>)</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_388" id="Page_388">388</a></span></p><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So did Sir Artegal upon her lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As if she had an iron anvil been,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That flakes of fire, bright as the sunny ray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of her steely arms were flashing seen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That all on fire you would her surely ween.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Faerie Queene," V, v. 8.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a href="#V7_LXX">St. LXX.</a>) For <i>der helt</i>, the hero, Lachmann conjectures <i>der helde</i>, +the concealed one.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_7_LXXXVIII" id="St_7_LXXXVIII"></a><a href="#V7_LXXXVIII">St. LXXXVIII.</a>) According to Lachmann the Fourth Lay concludes with this +stanza (L. St. XLII). What follows between this stanza and St. XLI, +Tenth Adventure (L. St. XXVII, Ninth Adventure) he considers to consist +of two continuations by different authors. Among other matters, they +contain the two marriages of Brunhild and Kriemhild, events which I can +scarcely imagine to have been passed over without notice, though I admit +that they are not related in the clearest manner.</p> + + +<p class="center">EIGHTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_8_I" id="St_8_I"></a><a href="#V8_I">St. I.</a>) Lachmann observes that this stanza is inconsistent with St. +LXXXIV, Seventh Adventure, where Siegfried is said to have taken the +cloak back to the ship.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_8_XVIII" id="St_8_XVIII"></a><a href="#V8_XVIII">St. XVIII.</a>) Siegfried, I suppose, was not recognized from being in +complete armor, but his shield might have identified him, as in the +battle with the Saxons. Nothing is said here of what he had done with +his <i>tarnkappe</i>.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_8_XXIII" id="St_8_XXIII"></a><a href="#V8_XXIII">St. XXIII.</a>) The <i>lûtertranc</i> (clear drink) was wine passed through +spices, and afterward strained.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_8_XLV" id="St_8_XLV"></a><a href="#V8_XLV">St. XLV.</a>) Our common participle <i>bound</i> (bound for such and such a +place) seems in this sense to be derived from the old northern verb +<i>bown</i>, to make ready, and not from <i>bind</i>.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And Jedburgh heard the Regent's order,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That each should bown him for the border.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lay of the Last Minstrel."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p class="center">NINTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_9_I" id="St_9_I"></a><a href="#V9_I">St. I.</a>) According to Lachmann (L. St. XCV, Seventh Adventure) another +continuation begins here. He thinks this addition is by another author +than the composer of the first, and that it resembles in several +respects the Third Lay of his edition, which answers to the Fifth +Adventure ("How Siegfried first saw Kriemhild") of other editions.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_9_III" id="St_9_III"></a><a href="#V9_III">St. III.</a>) Hagan here speaks ironically, but with good nature, as to a +friend. He exhibits the same turn, but with the bitterness that suits +the change of circumstances and the person whom he addresses, in his +dialogues with his enemy Kriemhild, when he meets her in Hungary.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_9_XXVII" id="St_9_XXVII"></a><a href="#V9_XXVII">St. XXVII</a>, Ninth Adventure.) The lady supplies the place of the modern +pocket handkerchief <i>mit snęblanken gęren</i> in the original. The German +<i>gęre</i> is evidently the English <i>gore</i>, a word which puzzled no less a +person than Tyrwhitt, and which Johnson, who writes it <i>goar</i>, has +confounded with the <i>gusset</i>. The latter is the piece under the arm of a +shirt; the gore, as Tyrwhitt was afterward accurately informed by "a +learned person," is a common name for a slip, which is inserted to widen +a garment in any particular part. It is a wedge-shaped piece, as the +German commentators say of their <i>gęre</i>. Shirts at present, however it +may have been in Chaucer's or in Tyrwhitt's time, are not made with +gores; the opening on each side renders gores unnecessary; but in the +female of the shirt and in the smockfrock, gores are, I believe, still +used. The passage in Chaucer illustrates the passage before us. The poet +says of the Carpenter's Wife (Canterbury Tales, 3235)—</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_389" id="Page_389">389</a></span></p><div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">A seint (girdle) she wered, barred all of silk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A barme-cloth (apron) eke white as morwe (morning) milk<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon hire lendes (loins) full of many a gore.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>In the last line the expression "full of many a gore" means, probably, +full made, spread out by means of many a gore; otherwise "full of gores" +would have been sufficient, and the addition of "many" an inelegant +piece of surplusage. However that may be, it is clear that the apron +stuck out and extended round the person of the wearer in consequence of +the number of these gores, or wedge-shaped pieces, which made the bottom +much wider than the top. An apron, thus made up of a multitude of gores, +might not unaptly be itself called in the plural a woman's gores, and +this seems to have been formerly the case in Germany. Kriemhild is here +said to wipe her eyes with snow-white gores, and, in the Gudrun, the +heroine of that name is rated by the tyrannical Gerlind for wrapping up +her hands indolently in her gores. It is of course impossible for a +translator to render these two passages literally, at least if he wishes +to be intelligible.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_9_XLVIII" id="St_9_XLVIII"></a><a href="#V9_XLVIII">St. XLVIII.</a>) The commentators are not particularly clear as to what +these garments, called in the original "noble Ferrans robes," really +were. Von der Hagan says there must have been a city of that name in the +East, from which these robes came, while Lachmann says there is a stuff +composed of silk and wool, which still goes by the name of <i>ferrandine</i>. +The Dictionary of the French Academy mentions a silk stuff as <i>formerly</i> +going by that name.</p> + + +<p class="center">TENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_10_XLI" id="St_10_XLI"></a><a href="#V10_XLI">St. XLI.</a>) Lachmann's Fifth Lay begins here, and concludes with St. +DCCV.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_10_LXIX" id="St_10_LXIX"></a><a href="#V10_LXIX">St. LXIX.</a>) The cord or girdle, thus worn by ladies, seems to have been +tolerably strong, not merely from the use to which Brunhild put hers +here, but also from the manner in which Florimel's is applied by Sir +Satyrane.—"Faerie Queene," III, vii., 36.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The golden ribband, which that virgin wore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About her slender waste, he took in hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with it bownd the beast, that lowd did rore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For great despight of that unwonted band.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_10_LXXII" id="St_10_LXXII"></a><a href="#V10_LXXII">St. LXXII.</a>)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> + +<span class="i0" lang="grc" xml:lang="grc">Ἰλίῳ αἰπεινᾷ Πάρις οὐ γάμον, ἀλλά τιν' ἄταν<br /></span> +<span class="i0" lang="grc" xml:lang="grc">ἀγάγετ' εὐναίαν ἐς Θαλάμους Ἑλέναν.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Eurip. Androm. 103.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_10_LXXXI" id="St_10_LXXXI"></a><a href="#V10_LXXXI">St. LXXXI.</a>) If this and the following stanza are, as Lachmann thinks, +an addition, they no doubt were added to supply a palpable defect in the +narrative. If it were not for them, the company would be spoken of as +rising from table (St. LXXXIV) when it is nowhere mentioned that they +had sat down.</p> + +<p>I must venture to remark that Lachmann's note to the next stanza is not +very satisfactory. Though the knights and ladies may usually have eaten +apart, it seems to have been allowable for the mistress of the house at +least to be present when the knights were feasting (St. XXVI, this +Adventure, to St. XXIII, Twenty-seventh Adventure), and there is nothing +unreasonable in supposing that the married sister of the host might have +accompanied her husband. This seems more natural than to assume that the +queens left their apartments and went to the hall (probably a detached +building) just to show themselves before they retired to bed. I must own +I do not see the difficulty about <i>coming</i> and <i>going</i> noticed by +Lachmann. Everybody, who goes to a place, comes to it when he gets +there. As the poem stands, everything is consistent. The queens cross +the palace court and go to the hall for the good substantial reason of +getting their suppers. They come back<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_390" id="Page_390">390</a></span> to their private apartments, or +bowers, where they remain awhile with their immediate attendants, and +during the short interval, that elapses before dismissing the latter and +going to bed, Siegfried slips through his wife's fingers, and goes to +Gunther's private apartments.</p> + +<p>I should add that, at St. XXIV, Twenty-seventh Adventure, the young +margravine and her damsels are brought back into the eating hall after +the men have finished their repast, but that depends on the correctness +of the reading <i>die schœnen</i> (<a href="#St_27_XXXI">see note</a> to St. XXXI, Twenty-seventh +Adventure) and on the consequent expulsion of the latter stanza. If we +retain the latter stanza, the young margravine is sent for <i>ze hove</i>, +like Kriemhild at St. XXXI, Tenth Adventure. But we can scarcely apply +to young married women and their near female connections, also married, +passages like these, that relate to young spinsters. In the passages +quoted in the note to St. XXIV, Twenty-seventh Adventure, men and women +are mentioned as eating apart, but it is stated to be an old custom, and +is noted as an ancient peculiarity.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_10_LXXXV" id="St_10_LXXXV"></a><a href="#V10_LXXXV">St. LXXXV</a>, Tenth Adventure.) It appears from this description that the +wearer of the cloak must have had the power of being visible or +invisible as he chose. He might have on the mantle, and yet be visible. +Siegfried does not here leave his wife in the ordinary way, and then put +on the cloak. He seems to disappear miraculously. This differs from the +account given in stanzas XLIII, Seventh Adventure, and LXXXIV, of the +same, where Siegfried puts on the cloak before he becomes invisible, and +remains so till he puts it off, but agrees with St. XXI, Nineteenth +Adventure, where it is distinctly stated that Siegfried wore the cloak +at all times. I should however add that, in the original, there is what +appears to my ignorance a difficulty, though, as the commentators take +no notice of it, I suppose there is really none. The original stands +thus:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sî trûte sîne hende mit ir vil wîzen hant,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unz er vor ir augen, sine wesse wenne, verswant,<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>literally, "She fondled his hands with her very white hand, till he +before her eyes, she knew not when, vanished." As to the interpreters, +Braunfels simply modernizes the old dialect, rendering <i>wenne</i> by +<i>wann</i>; Simrock and Marbach are equally literal, except that they put +<i>wie</i>, how, where Braunfels has <i>wann</i>; Beta, who here as elsewhere is +less rigorously literal than his comrades, merely says, "then it +happened that he suddenly vanished before her sight." I must confess I +cannot understand how Kriemhild could not know <i>when</i> a thing happened +that passed before her eyes, though she might well be puzzled how to +account for it. It is remarkable that the Lassberg manuscript, which is +said by Lachmann and other competent judges to contain a revised and +remodelled text, omits altogether St. LXXXVI, Tenth Adventure, and +alters the stanza before it, and that after it in such a way, that the +supernatural seems to disappear, and Siegfried is merely represented as +stealing away from the women, and coming secretly and mysteriously (<i>vil +tougen</i>) to Gunther's chamber. This manuscript however mentions the +tarnkappe at St. LXXVII, same Adventure. Did the reviser of this +manuscript wish it to be inferred, that Siegfried, after leaving his +wife, went and put on the tarnkappe?</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_10_CX" id="St_10_CX"></a><a href="#V10_CX">St. CX.</a>) In the Volsunga Saga Brunhild is a Valkyrie, or Chooser of the +Slain, a sort of Northern Bellona, endowed with supernatural strength. +This superhuman prowess is connected with her virgin state, and by +becoming a wife she is reduced to the ordinary weakness of woman. In the +Nibelungenlied this circumstance comes upon us by surprise, for we are +nowhere told that the strength of Brunhild differed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_391" id="Page_391">391</a></span> from that of other +women, except in degree, and no reason is given why matrimony should +produce any greater change in Brunhild than in the rest of her sex. The +passage is in fact derived from the Scandinavian form of the legend, and +seems scarcely in harmony with the spirit of the German poem.</p> + + +<p class="center">ELEVENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_11_XIV" id="St_11_XIV"></a><a href="#V11_XIV">St. XIV.</a>) Worms beyond the Rhine, <i>Wormez über Rîn</i>. The writer here as +elsewhere speaks of Worms with reference to his own situation to the +east of the Rhine, whereas Xanten, like Worms, is on the west side of +that river.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_11_XVI" id="St_11_XVI"></a><a href="#V11_XVI">St. XVI.</a>) Newsman's bread, <i>botenbrôt</i>, was the term for the present +given to a messenger.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_11_XXXI" id="St_11_XXXI"></a><a href="#V11_XXXI">St. XXXI.</a>) Lachmann's Sixth Lay begins here and ends with St. XLIX, +Fourteenth Adventure.</p> + + +<p class="center">TWELFTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_12_XLVIII" id="St_12_XLVIII"></a><a href="#V12_XLVIII">St. XLVIII.</a>) Gary, like a shrewd courtier, avoids praising Kriemhild's +good looks to a rival beauty.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_12_LIV" id="St_12_LIV"></a><a href="#V12_LIV">St. LIV.</a>) A difference of opinion exists in united Germany as to the +interpretation of this passage, Lachmann, Simrock, Marbach, and Beta +being on one side, and von der Hagen and Braunfels on the other. I +readily vote with the majority. Rumolt's understrappers, as I conceive, +are not the pots and pans, but the subaltern cooks, the scullions and +other drudges of the royal kitchen.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTEENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_13_II" id="St_13_II"></a><a href="#V13_II">St. II.</a>) I follow Lachmann's conjecture of <i>het</i> for <i>heten</i> in the +third line of this stanza.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_13_XXII" id="St_13_XXII"></a><a href="#V13_XXII">St. XXII.</a>) Chaucer in like manner says of the carpenter's wife, +"Canterbury Tales," v. 3255—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Full brighter was the shining of hire hewe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than in the tower the noble yforged newe.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>For the brilliant addition to the simile he is perhaps indebted to +Dante's</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Fresco smeraldo in l'ora che si fiacca.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The comparison of the brilliant color of a blooming northern beauty to +gold, "red gold," as it is constantly called in old German and old +English poetry, forms a curious contrast with the phrases of Catullus, +"<i>inaurata pallidior statua</i>" "<i>magis fulgore expalluit, auri</i>," and +that of Statius, "<i>pallidus fossor redit erutoque concolor auro</i>," not +to mention the saying of Diogenes, that gold was pale through fear of +those who had a design upon it.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_13_XXIII" id="St_13_XXIII"></a><a href="#V13_XXIII">St. XXIII.</a>) Lachmann interprets the <i>gesinde</i> or followers to be +Gunther's, and rejects the stanza as spurious, and manufactured for the +purpose of introducing Dankwart, who is represented as seeking out new +quarters, without necessity, for people who were already quartered in +the city. But are not the followers of Siegfried meant?</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_13_XXVII" id="St_13_XXVII"></a><a href="#V13_XXVII">St. XXVII.</a>) A curious instance of awkwardness in the service of the +highest tables.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_13_XXXII" id="St_13_XXXII"></a><a href="#V13_XXXII">St. XXXII.</a>) The original has in the first verse <i>in dem lande</i>, in the +country, <i>i.e.</i>, just outside the city walls, close under the castle, +from the windows of which the ladies might see the tournament. The +minster was in a separate part of the city, just as in London St. Paul's +is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_392" id="Page_392">392</a></span> at a certain distance from the Tower. Here the horses are sent for, +which seems to show that the castle and the minster could not have been +contiguous, yet they could not have been very far apart, as Kriemhild +was in the habit of going to the minster before daybreak. (St. III, +Seventh Adventure.)</p> + + +<p class="center">FOURTEENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_14_IV" id="St_14_IV"></a><a href="#V14_IV">St. IV.</a>) The same simile is applied to Kriemhild herself at St. XX, +Fifth Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_14_XXX" id="St_14_XXX"></a><a href="#V14_XXX">St. XXX.</a>) In the dialogues that follow the queens are not particularly +complimentary, but they at least use no weapons but their tongues. I do +not know what authority the writer of "Murray's Handbook for Northern +Germany" has for the following statement. "The combat between Chrimhelda +and Brunhelda is supposed to have been fought on the south side of the +Dom."</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_14_XXIII" id="St_14_XXIII"></a><a href="#V14_XXIII">St. XXIII.</a>) Wind, a mere nothing; this phrase is not uncommon in the +poem.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The prophets shall become wind.—Jer. v. 13.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_14_XL" id="St_14_XL"></a><a href="#V14_XL">St. XL.</a>) Brunhild had been asserting that Siegfried was Gunther's +vassal, or, in feudal language, his man. Kriemhild sarcastically alludes +to this with more bitterness than delicacy.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_14_XLI" id="St_14_XLI"></a><a href="#V14_XLI">St. XLI.</a>) Brunhild seems as much annoyed by this usurpation of her +trinkets as by the scandalous imputation mentioned in the preceding +stanza.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_14_L" id="St_14_L"></a><a href="#V14_L">St. L.</a>) I have followed Professor Lachmann's explanation of the first +line of this stanza. He makes the Seventh Lay open here, and end with +St. XXXI, Fifteenth Adventure, but whatever we may think of his general +theory of the poem, his prefatory remarks here are well worth an +attentive perusal. It is clear that some stanzas, probably a good many, +have been lost. As the work stands at present, even if we interpret the +first line of this stanza to mean that many a fair woman departed, +Siegfried is left behind to hear his brother-in-law and his friends +discuss the expediency of knocking him on the head. In the part that is +lost there was probably an account of the breaking up of the assemblage +at the church door, and of the immediate summoning of a council in some +more convenient place. It was no doubt explained how Siegfried's denial, +which at first seemed so satisfactory, was afterward made of no account, +and possibly a good deal, of which we have now only a fragment in +stanzas L—LI, passed between Brunhild and Hagan, her husband's +principal adviser. Probably, too, as Lachmann has observed, the +invulnerability of Siegfreid was considered.</p> + + +<p class="center">FIFTEENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_15_XVIII" id="St_15_XVIII"></a><a href="#V15_XVIII">St. XVIII.</a>) The stanza, which contains this example of ancient +discipline, is rejected by Lachmann on account of the <i>innere reim</i>, +which, however, he thinks, suits perfectly with the "somewhat +over-charged coloring" which the author has adopted. Pictures of +domestic happiness in the same style of coloring are, I suppose, rarely +to be met with in Germany in the present liberal and enlightened age.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_15_XXIV" id="St_15_XXIV"></a><a href="#V15_XXIV">St. XXIV.</a>) <a href="#St_3_V">See note</a> to St. V, Third Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_15_XXXVI" id="St_15_XXXVI"></a><a href="#V15_XXXVI">St. XXXVI.</a>) The Wask forest is the mountainous range called in French +the Vosges, which, as well as Worms, is to the west of the Rhine; this +stanza is therefore at variance with St. I, Seventeenth Adventure, where +the hunters cross the Rhine to return to Worms. Lachmann gets over the +difficulty by his theory of separate lays. According<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_393" id="Page_393">393</a></span> to his arrangement +St. XXXVI, this Adventure, is in the Seventh Lay, and St. I, Seventeenth +Adventure, in the Eighth, and these two Lays are the work of different +poets. Two points are certain; the first, that there were two traditions +as to the place of Siegfried's death, one fixing it in the Waskenwald, +the other in the Odenwald; the second, that Gunther and Hagan were +generally believed to have attacked Walter of Spain in the Waskenwald. +Now there appears to me nothing improbable in supposing, either that a +minstrel with his head full of Walter's history and the connection of +Gunther and Hagan with the Waskenwald, might have recited <i>Waskenwalde</i> +for <i>Otenwalde</i>, or, on the other hand, that one, who was familiar with +the tradition that Siegfried was killed in the Odenwald, might have +found <i>an den Rîn</i> at St. XXXVII, Sixteenth Adventure, and altered it to +<i>über Rîn</i>. At any rate I cannot help thinking that either of these +suppositions is less improbable than that a poet should first tell us +how Gunther and Hagan plotted against Siegfried, how the latter accepted +their treacherous invitation to the hunt, and how he went to take leave +of his wife, and that then the provoking rogue should immediately close +his poem without informing us what passed between Siegfried and his +wife, whether the hunt took place, or whether the plot succeeded.</p> + + +<p class="center">SIXTEENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_I" id="St_16_I"></a><a href="#V16_I">St I.</a>) Lachmann's Eighth Lay begins here and ends with St. I, +Seventeenth Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_XXII" id="St_16_XXII"></a><a href="#V16_XXII">St. XXII.</a>) The <i>schelch</i> or shelk seems by the description in +Braunfels's Glossary to have been a kind of tragelaphus, with hair down +the breast.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_XXIII" id="St_16_XXIII"></a><a href="#V16_XXIII">St. XXIII.</a>) <i>Des gejeides meister</i>, I presume, means Siegfried himself, +who at St. XXXIX is called <i>jegermeister</i>.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_XXVII" id="St_16_XXVII"></a><a href="#V16_XXVII">St. XXVII.</a>) Tryst.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ye shall be set at such a tryst<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That hart and hind shall come to your fist.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Squire of Low Degree.—Ellis's "Specimens," v. 1, p. 341.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Tryst is a post or station in hunting, according to Cowell as quoted in +Tyrwhitt's Glossary to Chaucer, but Walter Scott uses it for a place of +appointment generally.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_XXXVIII" id="St_16_XXXVIII"></a><a href="#V16_XXXVIII">St. XXXVIII.</a>) For the sweetness of "the panther's breath or rather +body" I refer the reader to Gifford's note in his edition of Ben Jonson, +v. 3, p. 257. It is worth while however to quote the following passage +on panthers from Pliny's Natural History, 1. 8, c. 17, as it is not +noticed by Gifford. "<i>Ferunt odore earum mire sollicitari quadrupedes +cunctas, sed capitis torvitate terreri; quamobrem, occultato eo, reliqua +dulcedine invitatas corripiunt.</i>"</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_XXXIX" id="St_16_XXXIX"></a><a href="#V16_XXXIX">St. XXXIX.</a>) I scarcely know whether I have translated this stanza +properly. The variegated work (expressed by <i>geströut</i> in the original) +seems to have been produced by different sorts of fur. The <i>grâ unde +bunt</i> of St. XVI, Third Adventure, seems to mean the same thing. Gold +thread or wire, and something like gold lace appear to have been +fashionable ornaments in the dress of both sexes. Precious stones, too, +were in great request. But I own I have been much puzzled by the +milliners' and tailors' work in the poem, and I dare say have made +mistakes. I may observe that the women were both tailors and milliners. +Kriemhild herself was an accomplished cutter (see St. XLIV, Sixth +Adventure), and, if it had not been for her assistance, her brother and +his companions would not have been fit to be seen at the splendid court +of Brunhild. The men were expert cutters in their line, but their +instrument was the broadsword.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_394" id="Page_394">394</a></span></p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_XL" id="St_16_XL"></a><a href="#V16_XL">St. XL.</a>) In this poem the edges of a sword are constantly spoken of in +the plural. The warriors seem to have had only two-edged swords.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_LIV" id="St_16_LIV"></a><a href="#V16_LIV">St. LIV.</a>) The fourth line of this stanza, which is admitted as genuine +by Professor Lachmann, is one of those passages which are at variance +not merely with his theory, but with that which attributes the two parts +of the poem to two different authors. It refers to the slaughter toward +the close of the second part, and would be impertinent and out of place +in a poem that concluded with the death of one hero only.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_LVIII" id="St_16_LVIII"></a><a href="#V16_LVIII">St. LVIII.</a>) The poet says <i>the</i> broad linden, according to Lachmann, +assuming that the story of Siegfried's death under a linden tree was +generally known.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_LXII" id="St_16_LXII"></a><a href="#V16_LXII">St. LXII.</a>) <i>Intelletto veloce pių che pardo.</i>—"Petrarch, Sonn." 286.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_16_LXIV" id="St_16_LXIV"></a><a href="#V16_LXIV">St. LXIV.</a>) Johnson quotes from Ecclesiasticus, "I have no thank for all +my good deed." So in St. Luke vi. 33—"If ye do good to them that do +good to you, what thank have ye?"</p> + + +<p class="center">SEVENTEENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_17_II" id="St_17_II"></a><a href="#V17_II">St. II.</a>) Lachmann's Ninth Lay begins here and ends with St. LXXI, +Seventeenth Adventure. The Professor has no objection to considering +this and the preceding Lay as works of the same author.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_17_IX" id="St_17_IX"></a><a href="#V17_IX">St. IX.</a>) The two last lines of this stanza and the two first of the +next are rejected by Professor Lachmann, because, as he thinks, they +contradict the last line of St. XI, where Kriemhild professes her +ignorance of the murderer. But Kriemhild is not a witness on oath, but a +woman in a frenzy of grief, who does not weigh her words, but one moment +utters an obvious suspicion, as if it were an ascertained fact, and the +next confesses that she has no positive proof, and cannot act upon what +she feels to be true. There is no very great inconsistency in saying, +"A. and B. are at the bottom of this: if I could only bring it home to +them, I'd make them smart for it." But the neuter pronoun in the third +line, referring to <i>houbet</i> in the second, proves that the second line +is not interpolated. Professor Lachmann, indeed, gets over the +difficulty by altering the gender of the pronoun to the masculine.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_17_XI" id="St_17_XI"></a><a href="#V17_XI">St. XI.</a>) The last verse of this stanza seems a preparation for the +display of Kriemhild's character in a new point of view. The softer +parts of her character have been exhibited thus far; her revengeful and +unforgiving spirit will gradually swallow up every other feeling, and at +last close the poem with a general massacre. See, too, stanzas +XXIII—XXXII—XLV.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_17_XXI" id="St_17_XXI"></a><a href="#V17_XXI">St. XXI.</a>) I have translated the second line of this stanza according to +Simrock's version, but it is impossible to make any satisfactory sense +of it. Professor Lachmann has justly printed the stanza in italics.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_17_XLIII" id="St_17_XLIII"></a><a href="#V17_XLIII">St. XLIII.</a>) On this curious superstition, which is as much English and +Scotch as German, see Nare's Glossary under the word "Wounds," and the +notes to "Earl Richard" in the second volume of the "Minstrelsy of the +Scottish Border." The whole passage is condemned as spurious by +Lachmann, principally on account of the discrepancy in the mention of +wounds in the plural, while only one wound was given by Hagan. There +are, however, two similar discrepancies in the poem. Kriemhild is killed +by Hildebrand apparently with a single blow, and immediately after is +spoken of as hewn in pieces; and Rudeger is killed by a single blow at +St. XXXVII, Thirty-seventh Adventure, while at St. L, same Adventure, he +is described as <i>verhouwen</i>, and at St. XXXII, Thirty-eighth Adventure, +as lying with severe death-wounds fallen in blood.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_395" id="Page_395">395</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">EIGHTEENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_18_I" id="St_18_I"></a><a href="#V18_I">St. I.</a>) Lachmann's Tenth Lay begins here and ends with St. XLV, +Nineteenth Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_18_XXI" id="St_18_XXI"></a><a href="#V18_XXI">St. XXI.</a>) <i>They</i> in the last line of this stanza seems to mean the +Burgundians.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_18_XXVI" id="St_18_XXVI"></a><a href="#V18_XXVI">St. XXVI.</a>) Here they go home to Netherland; before, in this Adventure, +the Nibelungers' land is spoken of as the country of Siegmund. This has +not escaped the hawk's eye of Lachmann.</p> + + +<p class="center">NINETEENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_19_XVIII" id="St_19_XVIII"></a><a href="#V19_XVIII">St. XVIII.</a>) The <i>morning gift</i> was a present bestowed by the husband on +the wife the morning after the wedding. It was often promised before +marriage.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_19_XXI" id="St_19_XXI"></a><a href="#V19_XXI">St. XXI.</a>) This passage, which states that Siegfried wore the +cloud-cloak at all times, agrees with the description of its mode of +operation at St. LXXXV, Tenth Adventure, but is inconsistent with +stanzas XLIII-LXXXIV, Seventh Adventure, from which last it would seem +to have been necessary for Siegfried to put on the cloak in order to +become invisible, and to put it off when he wished to become visible +again. The inconsistent passages probably arose from varying traditions +as to the operation of this miraculous garment. There is another +difficulty here. From Alberic's words it would seem that the possession +of the treasure depended on the possession of the cloud-cloak. If he and +his fellows had not lost the cloak <i>together with Siegfried</i> (by which +last words he seems to refer not to the original loss of the cloak, when +Siegfried first won it, but to its loss in consequence of that hero's +death), the Burgundians should not have had the treasure, but we are +nowhere told what became of the cloak after Siegfried's death, and +Kriemhild claims the treasure as a gift from Siegfried, not as depending +on the possession of the cloak.</p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTIETH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_20_I" id="St_20_I"></a><a href="#V20_I">St. I.</a>) Lachmann's Eleventh Lay begins here, and ends with St. III, +Twenty-first Adventure. "The historical relation of Etzel to Attila," +says Professor W. Grimm ("Deutsche Heldensage," p. 67), "is quite +clear." It is here strengthened by the "mention of his brother +Blœdelin, who answers to the Bleda of Priscus and Jornandes, and is +found in the Klage, in Biterolf, in the Vilkina Saga, and other later +poems. Helche, otherwise Erka, Herche, Herriche, and Hariche, reminds us +of the Kerka of Priscus." Priscus was secretary to Maximin, the +ambassador of Theodosius the Younger at the court of Attila, and wrote a +history, of which extracts are still extant. The following is his +account of an interview with Kerka, the "<i>frou Helche</i>" of our poem. +<span lang="grc" xml:lang="grc"> +Ἐνταῦθα τῆς Ἀττήλα ἐνδιαίτουμενης γαμετῆς, διὰ τῶν πρὸς τῇ θύρᾳ +βαρβάρων ἔτυχον εἰσόδου, καὶ αὐτὴν ἐπὶ στρώματος μαλακoῦ κειμένην +κατέλαβον, τοῖς ἐκ τῆς ἐρέας πιλωτοῖς τοῦ ἐδάφους σκεπομένου, ὥστε ἐπ' +αὐτῶν βαδίζειν. περιεῖπε δὲ αὐτὴν θεραπόντων πλῆθος κύκλῳ καὶ θεράπαιναι +ἐπὶ τοῦ ἐδάφους ἀντικρὺ αὐτῆς καθήμεναι ὀθόνας χρώμασι διεποίκιλλον, +ἐπιβληθησομένας πρὸς κόσμον ἐσθημάτων βαρβαρικῶν· προςελθῶν τοίνυν καὶ τὰ +δῶρα μετὰ τὸν ἀσπασμὸν δοὺς ὑπεξήειν.</span> +Gibbon in the 34th chapter of his +History has given almost a translation of Priscus. "The wife of Attila +received their visit sitting, or rather lying, on a soft couch; the +floor was covered with a carpet; the domestics formed a circle round the +queen, and her damsels, seated on the ground, were employed in working +the variegated embroidery which adorned the dress of the barbaric +warriors." There is a full<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_396" id="Page_396">396</a></span> account of Attila and the Huns with much +relating to the Nibelungenlied in the late Hon. and Rev. William +Herbert's Historical Treatise subjoined to his Poem on Attila.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_20_V" id="St_20_V"></a><a href="#V20_V">St. V.</a>) The Margrave Rudeger is perhaps the most interesting character +in the poem, but there is no one, with regard to whom the historical, +the legendary, and the mythical are more unintelligibly jumbled. Whether +he was an historical Austrian Margrave of the tenth century, a mere +legendary hero, or "a divine being," as Lachmann is disposed to think +him, is more than any plain Englishman can venture to decide. It seems +that his native country was Arabia, but whether by that name is meant +the region commonly so called, or a district in the centre of Spain, is +as yet anything but a settled point. Wherever it was, he was driven from +it by a king of Toledo, and took refuge with Etzel.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_20_XX" id="St_20_XX"></a><a href="#V20_XX">St. XX.</a>) I am uncertain whether I have given the true meaning of this +stanza, which is rejected by Lachmann, and, indeed, can scarcely be +reconciled with the rest. I have used <i>Hun</i> and <i>Hungarian</i> +indifferently. The Hungarians were of a different race from the Huns, +but Mr. Hallam says of them, "The memory of Attila was renewed in the +devastations of these savages, who, if they were not his compatriots, +resembled them both in their countenances and customs."</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_20_XXXI" id="St_20_XXXI"></a><a href="#V20_XXXI">St. XXXI.</a>) See Lachmann (St. 1113, L.) who conjectures <i>ersiwet</i> for +<i>erfüllet</i> or <i>ir sulet</i>.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_20_XLVII" id="St_20_XLVII"></a><a href="#V29_XLVII">St. XLVII.</a>) This refers to something not related in this poem.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_20_LIX" id="St_20_LIX"></a><a href="#V20_LIX">St. LIX.</a>) Here again is an allusion to something not mentioned in the +poem, namely, to some service rendered by Rudeger to Hagan.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_20_LXIV" id="St_20_LXIV"></a><a href="#V20_LXIV">St. LXIV.</a>) The poet, who put this speech into the mouth of Gunther, +could have had no notion of the real history and extensive power of +Attila.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_20_CXX" id="St_20_CXX"></a><a href="#V20_CXX">St. CXX.</a>) King Etzel appears to have been a truly liberal and +enlightened monarch.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_20_CXLV" id="St_20_CXLV"></a><a href="#V20_CXLV">St. CXLV.</a>) In the last line of this stanza, the plural of the verb is +authorized by three manuscripts, and, though they may be none of the +best, their readings deserve attention, when they are commanded by +necessity and common sense. The plural (<i>in</i> for <i>ihnen</i>) in the +preceding line requires the plural in this. The young ladies cried at +leaving home, but were soon reconciled to their lot by the gayeties of +King Etzel's court. If the reader is not satisfied with this, he can +replace <i>they</i> by <i>she</i>. Kriemhild will then be meant.</p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTY-FIRST ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_21_III" id="St_21_III"></a><a href="#V21_III">St. III.</a>) Vergen. Veringen in Suabia, on the Lauchart, three leagues +from the junction of that river with the Danube.—Lachmann, St. 1231, L.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_21_VII" id="St_21_VII"></a><a href="#V21_VII">St. VII.</a>) This good bishop Pilgrin, who is an historical personage, +died in the tenth century, and therefore could scarcely have been +Attila's wife's uncle, if chronology is to pass for anything with +popular poets. All that relates to him is rejected as spurious by +Lachmann and W. Grimm. See the latter's "Deutsche Heldensage," p. 71.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_21_XIV" id="St_21_XIV"></a><a href="#V21_XIV">St. XIV.</a>) Efferding. A town of Austria beyond the Ems near the Danube +(von der Hagen, v. 5221).</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_21_XXVI" id="St_21_XXVI"></a><a href="#V21_XXVI">St. XXVI.</a>) Botlung was the father of Etzel according to the poets. His +real name was Munduic.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_21_XL" id="St_21_XL"></a><a href="#V21_XL">St. XL.</a>) Medilik, now Mölk. An abbey still renowned for the abundance +and excellence of its wine stores. It supplied Buonaparte's army in +1809.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_397" id="Page_397">397</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTY-SECOND ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_22_XIII" id="St_22_XIII"></a><a href="#V22_XIII">St. XIII.</a>) Lachmann rejects stanzas XIII, XVI, XVII (1288, 1291, 1292 +of his edition). He thinks that, even if one were determined to defend +the first, nobody could tolerate the frigidity and abject style of the +two last. For my own part, I am more struck by the absurdity of +Rudeger's caution to Kriemhild not to kiss all Etzel's men. I suppose he +was afraid she would have no lips left after such reiterated osculation.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_22_XIX" id="St_22_XIX"></a><a href="#V22_XIX">St. XIX.</a>) These German strangers or guests (<i>Tiuschen gesten</i>) are the +Burgundians according to von der Hagen, but Thüringians according to +Lachmann. The latter says, the expression does not occur elsewhere in +the Lays of the Nibelungers. This restricted use of a term, which was +afterward extended to a whole nation, resembles the restricted use of +the word Hellen in Homer.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_22_XXIII" id="St_22_XXIII"></a><a href="#V22_XXIII">St. XXIII.</a>) The good margrave seems here to discharge the duties of a +male duenna.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_22_XL" id="St_22_XL"></a><a href="#V22_XL">St. XL.</a>) Von der Hagen here notices the custom of tilting by the way in +festal processions. Similar descriptions occur elsewhere in this poem, +as for instance at the landing of Gunther and Brunhild (St. VII, Tenth +Adventure). In this respect the Nibelungenlied differs from the "Orlando +Innamorato" and "Furioso," as well as from the "Faerie Queene," in all +of which poems tournaments are exhibited with far more pomp and +ceremony, and as matters of long previous preparation.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_22_XLI" id="St_22_XLI"></a><a href="#V22_XLI">St. XLI.</a>) Haimburg, a town of Hungary on the borders of Austria, was +fortified, according to von der Hagen, by Duke Leopold, of Austria, out +of the ransom of Richard Cœur de Lion.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_22_XLIV" id="St_22_XLIV"></a><a href="#V22_XLIV">St. XLIV.</a>) Etzel's castle, now Buda, so called from Attila's brother, +Buda or Bleda.</p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTY-THIRD ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_23_III" id="St_23_III"></a><a href="#V23_III">St. III.</a>) Lachmann's Thirteenth Lay begins here and ends with St. +LXXXIV, Twenty-fourth Adventure.</p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_24_I" id="St_24_I"></a><a href="#V24_I">St. I.</a>) <a href="#St_8_XLV">See the note</a> to St. XLV, Eighth Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_24_LXIII" id="St_24_LXIII"></a><a href="#V24_LXIII">St. LXIII.</a>) This stanza seems out of its place here. It should come +somewhere before the council of the Burgundian chiefs, for it is +necessary to know when an entertainment is to take place in order to +determine whether one can attend it, and when one ought with propriety +to set out. Hagan, besides, must be considered to have had a knowledge +of this, before he arranged the plan of setting out only a week after +the departure of the ambassadors.</p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_25_II" id="St_25_II"></a><a href="#V25_II">St. II.</a>) Lachmann's Fourteenth Lay begins here and ends with St. LVI, +Twenty-sixth Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_25_XVIII" id="St_25_XVIII"></a><a href="#V25_XVIII">St. XVIII.</a>) This is the only stanza in the second part where the term +Nibelunger is applied to Siegfried's subjects as in the first part. In +all succeeding passages it means the Burgundians.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_25_XIX" id="St_25_XIX"></a><a href="#V25_XIX">St. XIX.</a>) Ostervranken, according to von der Hagen, is Austrasia, or +the Eastern portion of the Empire of the Franks, afterward, though in a +more restricted sense, the Circle of Franconia.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_25_XXIII" id="St_25_XXIII"></a><a href="#V25_XXIII">St. XXIII.</a>) Professor Lachmann observes that, if the fight with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_398" id="Page_398">398</a></span> the +Bavarians be not alluded to, the prediction contained in this stanza is +not fulfilled, "quite against the prophetic style of this lay;" but I +venture to submit that this is no prediction at all, but a mere +expression of the very natural opinion that, if any army should attempt +to swim a large river in a state of flood, many may be swept away and +drowned. Gernot makes a similar remark on the want of a boatman at St. +LXIV.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_25_XXIX" id="St_25_XXIX"></a><a href="#V25_XXIX">St. XXIX.</a>) The raiment of these mermaids, which is styled <i>wondrous</i> +farther on, seems to have been the swan-raiment worn by the Valkyries or +Choosers of the Slain, which enabled its wearers to assume the shape of +swans, or at least to fly away. Hagan therefore had good ground to begin +with laying hands on the wardrobe of these water-nymphs, though his +reason for doing so is so obscurely alluded to in the poem that it may +be doubted whether the poet was himself aware of the original force of +the legend. In the traditions respecting Vælund, Wieland, or Wayland the +Smith, that hero captures a wife by a similar stratagem. The swan-maiden +in Wieland's case was one of the Valkyries, and indeed the two mermaids +in the Nibelungenlied appear, from the part assigned to them in the +poem, to be genuine Choosers of the Slain. These swan-maidens, as far as +their volatile character is concerned, seem to have given a hint to the +author of Peter Wilkins.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_25_XLVIII" id="St_25_XLVIII"></a><a href="#V25_XLVIII">St. XLVIII.</a>) So in the old lay of Hildebrand (a fragment of which, +written on the first and on the last leaf of a manuscript of the "Book +of Wisdom" and other religious pieces, was discovered in the public +library of Cassel by W. Grimm) that hero offers arm-rings to his son, +who, not knowing him, had challenged him to fight. It was the custom to +offer such rings on the point of a sword or spear, and to receive them +in the same way. To prove this, W. Grimm quotes this passage among +others. See Lachmann's treatise on the "Lay of Hildebrand" in the +Transactions of the Berlin Academy of Sciences, 1833. The same word +(<i>bouc</i>) is used both here and in the old lay.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_25_LXVII" id="St_25_LXVII"></a><a href="#V25_LXVII">St. LXVII.</a>) This stanza, which appears in only two manuscripts, seems +incompatible with the rest of the narrative. It was probably introduced +by a reciter from the description of a ferry-boat in some other poem.</p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE</p> + + +<p>(<a name="St_26_V" id="St_26_V"></a><a href="#V26_V">St. V.</a>)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On the other side Adam, soon as he heard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fatal trespass done by Eve, amaz'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Astonied stood, and blank.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Paradise Lost," ix. 888.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Upright men shall be astonied at this.—Job, xvii. 8.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_26_LIV" id="St_26_LIV"></a><a href="#V26_LIV">St. LIV.</a>) Rudeger is an Austrian Axylus.—"Iliad," vi. 14.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0" lang="grc" xml:lang="grc">ἀφνειὸς βιότοιο, φίλος δ'ἦν ἀνθρώποισιν,<br /></span> +<span class="i0" lang="grc" xml:lang="grc">πάντας γὰρ φιλέεσκεν, ὁδῷ ἐπὶ οἰκία ναίων.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The German poem is here certainly not inferior to the Greek. Similes are +as rare in the Nibelungenlied as they are abundant in the Iliad, but it +would be difficult to find one more just and elegant than this.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_26_LVII" id="St_26_LVII"></a><a href="#V26_LVII">St. LVII.</a>) Lachmann's Fifteenth Lay begins here; it concludes with St. +XIV, Twenty-eighth Adventure.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_399" id="Page_399">399</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_27_XXIV" id="St_27_XXIV"></a><a href="#V27_XXIV">St. XXIV.</a>) I quote some passages from Ellis's "Specimens" on the custom +of the two sexes eating apart:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The king was to his palace, tho the service was ydo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ylad with all his menye, and the queen to hers also,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For hii held the old usages, that men with men were<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By hem selve, and women by hem selve also here.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Robert of Gloucester.—"Specimens," vol. i. p. 100.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>The above metre, though very rough and uncouth, resembles that of the +Nibelungenlied. In the corresponding passage quoted by Ellis from +Geoffry of Monmouth, the custom is said to have come from Troy. +"<i>Antiquam consuetudinem Trojæ servantes Britones consueverant mares cum +maribus, mulieres cum mulieribus, festivos dies separatim celebrare.</i>" +Ellis gives a similar account of Arthur's coronation from Robert de +Brunne's translation of Wace:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sometime was custom of Troy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When they made feast of joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men thogether should go to meat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ladies by themself should eat.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><a href="#St_10_LXXXV">See the note</a> to St. LXXXI, Tenth Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_27_XXXI" id="St_27_XXXI"></a><a href="#V27_XXXI">St. XXXI.</a>) There is a difficulty here from its being said that the +young margravine was desired to go to court, <i>i.e.</i>, to the assembly in +the hall, when at St. XXIV the ladies (<i>die schönen</i> in the original) +had already returned thither. Lachmann removes the difficulty by +condemning the stanzas XXXI, XXXII, XXXIV as spurious; he thinks it +impossible that anyone can collect from the third line of St. XXII that +the men went into a different hall from that which they had entered at +St. XIX; but it is not the third but the second line of St. XXII that +describes the separation of the men and women, and that too in the +following words,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0"><i>"Rittere unde vrouwen die giengen anderswâ</i>;"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>now who can collect from this verse that the women went and the men +stayed? If words mean anything, both went away. As to the return of the +ladies at St. XXIV, that rests on a doubtful reading, <i>die schönen</i>, the +fair ones, whereas the best manuscript, that on which Professor +Lachmann's text is generally founded, reads <i>die künen</i>, the bold ones, +meaning the knights. I should add that the preliminary conversation from +St. XXV to St. XXXI is fitter to be held in the young lady's absence.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_27_XLIV" id="St_27_XLIV"></a><a href="#V27_XLIV">St. XLIV.</a>) These foreign champions are the Burgundians themselves +according to von der Hagen. This is far from satisfactory, but I can +offer nothing more so. Can it be possible that there was once a version +(now lost) of the story, in which the Nibelungers, properly so called, +accompanied the Burgundians into Hungary? This might account not merely +for these foreign champions, but for the term <i>Nibelunge</i> being applied +to the Burgundians. But, in fact, everything relating to the Nibelungers +is obscure and confused to the last degree.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_27_L" id="St_27_L"></a><a href="#V27_L">St. L.</a>) Nudung was the son, or, according to another account, the +brother of Gotelind.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_27_LXVI" id="St_27_LXVI"></a><a href="#V27_LXVI">St. LXVI.</a>) Lachmann transposes this and the two following stanzas to +after St. XVI, Twenty-eighth Adventure, where they form the beginning of +his Sixteenth Lay, which ends with St. XLIV, Twenty-ninth Adventure. The +speech which begins at the third line of this stanza is attributed to +the messenger by von der Hagen, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_400" id="Page_400">400</a></span> perhaps justly, as appears from the +last verse of the next stanza, from which it would seem that the king +heard the news afterward. On the other hand, Kriemhild here is addressed +in the singular, while in a similar passage (St. XCI, Fourth Adventure) +she is addressed by a messenger in the plural. She, however, would +scarcely have uttered before Etzel the words at the close of St. LXVIII, +Twenty-seventh Adventure.</p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_28_I" id="St_28_I"></a><a href="#V28_I">St. I.</a>) Bern is Verona according to von der Hagen and Wackernagel and +the whole body of Commentators. Von der Hagen applies to Hildebrand the +words in the third line, <i>ez was im harte liet</i>; so does Marbach. +Braunfels and Beta apply them to Dietrich. But in that case would not +the author have said <i>dem was ez</i>?</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_28_IV" id="St_28_IV"></a><a href="#V28_IV">St. IV.</a>) The Amelungs, or Amelungers, were the reputed descendants of +Amala, king of the Goths, the tenth ancestor of Theodoric king of Italy.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_28_V" id="St_28_V"></a><a href="#V28_V">St. V.</a>) This famous hero, the redoubted Dietrich, is only a secondary +character in the Nibelungenlied, though in old German traditions +generally he bears the principal part. He was the son of a nocturnal +spirit, and his fiery breath made him more than a match for Siegfried +himself, as it melted the horny hide of his antagonist. He is +identified, I believe, by universal consent, with Theodoric the +Ostrogoth. I am afraid that it is too certain that he came to a bad end, +but whether he disappeared on being summoned by a dwarf, or was carried +off by the devil in the shape of a black horse, or, according to the +monastic legend reported by Gibbon, was deposited by foul fiends in the +volcano of Libari, is more than I can decide.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_28_XX" id="St_28_XX"></a><a href="#V28_XX">St. XX.</a>) Lachmann's Seventeenth Lay begins here and ends with St. +XXXII, Thirtieth Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_28_XXI" id="St_28_XXI"></a><a href="#V28_XXI">St. XXI.</a>) Hagan's suspicions are natural enough, for Kriemhild appears +to have kissed nobody but Giselher, whereas, according to the etiquette +of this poem, she should not only have kissed her other two brothers, +but Hagan himself, not merely as her cousin, but as one of Gunther's +principal retainers.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_28_XXVI" id="St_28_XXVI"></a><a href="#V28_XXVI">St. XXVI.</a>) This stanza is rejected by Lachmann on account of the +interior rhyme <i>wære</i> and <i>swære</i> in the third and fourth lines, but +surely the outbreak of Hagan in the next stanza is the beginning of a +speech. It would have been more plausible, if St. VIII is to be +rejected, to reject St. XXI, Thirtieth Adventure, as well, for the first +line of St. XXVII would come in very well after the last of St. XXIV; +but then, on the other hand, no answer would be given to Kriemhild's +question, "Where have you that bestowed?"</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_28_XXVII" id="St_28_XXVII"></a><a href="#V28_XXVII">St. XXVII.</a>) The two languages agree in taking the devil's name in vain +by using it as a ludicrous but forcible negative. The phrase is +authorized by Johnson.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_28_XXVIII" id="St_28_XXVIII"></a><a href="#V28_XXVIII">St. XXVIII.</a>) Von der Hagen explains these two robberies by observing +that Hagan had despoiled Kriemhild of her own inheritance as well as of +the wondrous hoard. The poem itself, however, seems to explain the +matter somewhat differently. Hagan committed the first robbery when he +took the hoard (St. XXXV, Nineteenth Adventure); the second, when he +seized Siegfried's other treasures (St. CXXXII, Twentieth Adventure).</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_28_XXXIV" id="St_28_XXXIV"></a><a href="#V28_XXXIV">St. XXXIV.</a>) Lachmann places this and the following stanzas after St. +XIX, as part of his Sixteenth Lay.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_401" id="Page_401">401</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">TWENTY-NINTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_29_I" id="St_29_I"></a><a href="#V29_I">St. I.</a>) Von der Hagen discovers here (v. 7055 of his Remarks) a trace +of the tradition (which, however, is not noticed in this poem) that +Hagan had lost an eye. This appears visionary to me. At St. XVII, +Thirty-second Adventure, the same words are applied to Dankwart, who +certainly had two eyes in his head. Twice in this poem a personal +description of Hagan occurs (St. XXV, Seventh Adventure, and XVII, +Twenty-eighth Adventure) and in neither case is a hint given that he was +a <i>dux luscus</i>. The author or authors of the Nibelungenlied, therefore, +must have followed a different tradition.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_29_XXVIII" id="St_29_XXVIII"></a><a href="#V29_XXVIII">St. XXVIII.</a>) It is Folker's long broadsword that the poet, with a grim +kind of merriment, calls his fiddlestick. We shall soon see the minstrel +<span lang="grc" xml:lang="grc">κῶμον ἀναυλότατον προχορεύειν.</span></p> + +<p>(<a name="St_29_XL" id="St_29_XL"></a><a href="#V29_LV">St. XL.</a>) Walter of Spain, <i>Waltharius manu fortis</i>, is the hero here +alluded to. <a href="#St_39_XXI">See note</a> to St. XXI; Thirty-ninth Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_29_XLVII" id="St_29_XLVII"></a><a href="#V29_XLVII">St. XLVII.</a>) This stanza, and those that follow, come, according to +Lachmann's arrangement, after St. XXXIII, Twenty-eighth Adventure, and +form part of his Seventeenth Lay.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_29_XLVIII" id="St_29_XLVIII"></a><a href="#V29_XLVIII">St. XLVIII.</a>) This allusion to the future is of such a nature as to be +irreconcilable with the notion of separate lays. The like may be said of +many other passages.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_29_LV" id="St_29_LV"></a><a href="#V29_LV">St. LV.</a>) <i>Morat</i> or <i>morass</i>, as far as I can make out from a rather +confused note of von der Hagen's, was a sort of caudle, flavored with +mulberry or cherry juice. Ziemann's recipe is to take old and good wine, +and to mix it with mulberry syrup, rose julep, cinnamon water, and an +<i>ad libitum</i> infusion of simples. All this together composes the sweet +drink in question.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTIETH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_30_XVIII" id="St_30_XVIII"></a><a href="#V30_XVIII">St. XVIII.</a>) So in the Ballad of the Lochmaben Harper in the "Minstrelsy +of the Scottish Border,"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And aye he harped, and aye he carped,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till ā the nobles were fast asleep.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_30_XIX" id="St_30_XIX"></a><a href="#V30_XIX">St. XIX.</a>) "As now," says von der Hagen, "at the entrance of many old +buildings, particularly churches, a tower stands, containing the stairs +which lead directly to the upper story."</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_30_XXI" id="St_30_XXI"></a><a href="#V30_XXI">St. XXI.</a>) This stanza, which is only found in the Lassberg and two +other manuscripts, seems to have been inserted, like several others, in +order to soften the ferocious character attributed to Kriemhild in the +latter part of the poem.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTY-FIRST ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_31_I" id="St_31_I"></a><a href="#V31_I">St. I.</a>) The whole of this Thirty-first Adventure is supposed by +Lachmann to be an addition to the foregoing. His reasons are anything +but conclusive.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_31_X" id="St_31_X"></a><a href="#V31_X">St. X.</a>) According to von der Hagen the shields were high enough for the +bearer to lean upon them, and pointed below, so that they might be +firmly fixed in the ground. They thus, I presume, in some degree +protected the owners, even while the latter were resting.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_31_XII" id="St_31_XII"></a><a href="#V31_XII">St. XII.</a>) The dust was raised by the horses, as the Huns seem to have +ridden from the palace.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_31_XXIII" id="St_31_XXIII"></a><a href="#V31_XXIII">St. XXIII.</a>) "The kings" here, as mostly elsewhere, are the three +Burgundian brothers.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_402" id="Page_402">402</a></span></p> + +<p>(<a name="St_31_LXIII" id="St_31_LXIII"></a><a href="#V31_LXIII">St. LXIII.</a>) Kriemhild here deals with Blœdel as Juno does in the +Iliad with Sleep, and in the Æneid with Œolus.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_31_LXXII" id="St_31_LXXII"></a><a href="#V31_LXXII">St. LXXII.</a>) Something seems defective here, for it is not explained +what bad object Kriemhild had in view in sending for her son, though it +so happened that mischief came of it. Von der Hagen and Vollmer mention +the account in the Vilkina Saga, according to which Kriemhild, in order +to set the Huns and Burgundians by the ears, told her son to strike +Hagan in the face, and Hagan returned the compliment by cutting off the +lad's head and throwing it into his mother's lap, but this is +incompatible with the manner in which the fighting begins in our poem, +though this particular stanza seems to refer to something of that sort. +The reviser of the Lassberg manuscript seems to have observed the +difficulty; at least the last line of the stanza is different in that +manuscript. Possibly this stanza may have crept in from a now lost +recension, which more nearly resembled the Vilkina Saga. The like may be +said of St. IV, Thirty-second Adventure, which contains the celebrated +contradiction about the age of Dankwart.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTY-SECOND ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_32_IV" id="St_32_IV"></a><a href="#V32_IV">St. IV.</a>) This stanza is completely at variance with the earlier parts +of the poem, in which Dankwart is represented as Siegfried's companion +in arms. It is therefore a most efficient ally of those critics who +attribute the poem to two or twenty different bards, and this has +perhaps rather blinded them to its defects. It is quite inconsistent +with the heroic character displayed by Dankwart in this very portion of +the poem, and, as an answer to Blœdel's speech, is a consummate piece +of stupidity. Blœdel had not accused Dankwart of having murdered +Siegfried or offended Kriemhild, but of being the brother of Hagan, who +had done both. Dankwart should either have attempted to show that Hagan, +not himself, was innocent, or that they were not brothers, or he should +have urged the hardship of making one brother suffer for the crimes of +another. Any of these answers would have been to the purpose; not so the +speech which is put into his mouth here. Blœdel, with equal +absurdity, after having already told him that he must die because his +brother Hagan had murdered Siegfried, now replies that he must die +because his <i>kinsmen</i> Gunther and Hagan had done the deed. It appears +probable that here, as elsewhere, a passage has crept in from another +version of the legend, which agreed, more nearly than our poem, with the +Vilkina Saga. I quote the following passage from the summary of that +work in Vollmer's Preface to the "Nibelunge Nôt." "Hogni begged Attila +to give peace to young Giselher, as he was guiltless of Sigurd's death. +Giselher himself said that he was then only five winters old, and slept +in his mother's bed; still he did not wish to live alone after the death +of his brothers." In the Vilkina Saga Hogni, who answers to the Hagan of +our poem, is represented as the <i>brother</i> of the other three kings. It +may appear visionary to speculate on the contents of a poem which may +never have existed, but certainly in any version of the legend, which +represented Hagan as the <i>brother</i> of Gunther and Giselher, Giselher +might naturally have made the speech here put into the mouth of +Dankwart, and have been told in reply that he must die for the crime +that his <i>brothers</i> Gunther and Hagan had committed. The idea of a +recension more nearly allied to the Vilkina Saga than that which we +possess is no notion of mine. It was started years ago by no less a +person than Professor W. Grimm, though not with reference to this +passage of the poem. See his "Deutsche Heldensage," p. 182.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_403" id="Page_403">403</a></span></p> + +<p>(<a name="St_32_VII" id="St_32_VII"></a><a href="#V32_VII">St. VII.</a>) This mention of Nudung's bride, together with what follows in +the next stanza, is quite unintelligible, if we suppose an independent +lay to begin at St. I.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTY-THIRD ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_33_XXII" id="St_33_XXII"></a><a href="#V33_XXII">St. XXII.</a>) Lachmann seems here with reason to read <i>Volkern</i> for +<i>Giselheren</i>, but have not the two stanzas, XXII and XXIII, changed +places?</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_33_XXX" id="St_33_XXX"></a><a href="#V33_XXX">St. XXX.</a>) With this stanza (St. 1916, L.) ends Lachmann's Eighteenth +Lay. I must own that it appears to me quite impossible that any writer +could end a separate poem in this manner. Similar objections may be made +to the conclusion of most of these <i>Lieder</i>.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_33_XXXI" id="St_33_XXXI"></a><a href="#V33_XXXI">St. XXXI.</a>)</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">with huge two-handed sway<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brandish'd aloft the horrid edge came down<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wide wasting.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Paradise Lost," b. 6.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_33_XLV" id="St_33_XLV"></a><a href="#V33_XLV">St. XLV.</a>) There certainly seems some confusion here. The only people +who had injured Gunther in Hungary were the Huns who had massacred the +yeomen, and these were not present in the hall. If, on the other hand, +he suspected that the Huns in the hall were privy to it, why allow Etzel +and Kriemhild to depart without so much as an observation? Why, as +Lachmann has observed, does not Dietrich think it necessary even to make +a request in their behalf? It is easy to remove these objections by +declaring everything spurious between St. XXX and St. XII, Thirty-fourth +Adventure, but unfortunately, though St. XXIV, Twenty-eighth Adventure, +which brings Etzel and Kriemhild into the hall, is not admitted into +Lachmann's Lays, it is clear from stanzas XII-XIV, Thirty-third +Adventure (1898-1900 L.), which form part of his Eighteenth Lay, that +both Etzel and Kriemhild were present in the hall when the fighting +began, and indeed Lachmann admits that the plan of his Eighteenth Lay +requires that they should quit it. The composer however of the lay, who +surely ought to know his own plan best, seems to have been of a +different opinion, for, after having set the Huns and Burgundians by the +ears in the hall, and put Dankwart and Volker to keep the door, he has +left us to guess the final result of these serious preliminary +arrangements. The 7,000 Huns massacred here are no doubt the same as the +7,000 who accompanied Kriemhild to church at St. XX, Thirty-first +Adventure, and the same perhaps as the men of Kriemhild mentioned at St. +XX, Thirtieth Adventure. These last had <i>attempted</i> mischief, and +Gunther may here take the will for the deed.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_33_LVIII" id="St_33_LVIII"></a><a href="#V33_LVIII">St. LVIII.</a>) The meaning of this stanza is anything but clear. From the +original, and the two readings <i>von</i> and <i>vor</i>, it would seem doubtful +whether Hagan laments that he sat at a distance from Folker or that he +took precedence of him.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_34_XI" id="St_34_XI"></a><a href="#V34_XI">St. XI.</a>) I must confess I cannot see any inconsistency between the +first line of this stanza and the third of the preceding one; but there +is certainly a discrepancy between the second line, in which both Hagan +and Folker are mentioned as scoffing at Etzel, and the two stanzas +immediately following, which confine the invectives to Hagan.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_34_XII" id="St_34_XII"></a><a href="#V34_XII">St. XII.</a>) Lachmann's Nineteenth Lay begins here and ends with St. V, +Thirty-sixth Adventure. Scarcely any of the whole twenty begin and end +so unappropriated as this.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_404" id="Page_404">404</a></span></p> + +<p>(<a name="St_34_XIX" id="St_34_XIX"></a><a href="#V34_XIX">St. XIX, XX, XXI.</a>) I have arranged these stanzas as Simrock and Beta +have done. Braunfels places them XX, XIX, XXI.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_35_XX" id="St_35_XX"></a><a href="#V35_XX">St. XX.</a>) I have here, without intending it, stumbled on an interior +ryhme, <i>sounded confounded</i>. Still I can assure Professor Lachmann that +the stanza is genuine.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_36_VI" id="St_36_VI"></a><a href="#V36_VI">St. VI.</a>) Here begins Lachmann's Twentieth Lay.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_36_IX" id="St_36_IX"></a><a href="#V36_IX">St. IX.</a>) Here they are described as coming <i>ûz dem hûse</i>, which seems +to contradict Kriemhild's exhortation at St. XX, not to let the +Burgundians come <i>für den sal</i>. Perhaps they here merely come out of the +hall into a vestibule at the top of the staircase, so as to speak with +Etzel and Kriemhild, but not into the open air. So at St. V, +Thirty-ninth Adventure, Gunther and Hagan are said to be outside the +house, but at St. XXV, same Adventure, Hagan rushes down from the +staircase to attack Dietrich. From St. XXVI, Thirty-sixth Adventure, the +staircase seems to have been of no great length.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_37_XVII" id="St_37_XVII"></a><a href="#V37_XVII">St. XVII.</a>) Compare stanzas CXV, CXVI, Twentieth Adventure.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_37_LIX" id="St_37_LIX"></a><a href="#V37_LIX">St. LIX.</a>) It is odd, that the hall, which must have been the principal +eating-hall in the castle, is here called Kriemhild's. Von der Hagen +thinks Kriemhild had appropriated it by having attempted to set it on +fire, but arson is an odd kind of title. He supposes, too, it may be the +hall mentioned at St. IV, Twenty-ninth Adventure; yet it seems strange +that Etzel should have received his guests anywhere but in his own hall.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_37_XCI" id="St_37_XCI"></a><a href="#V37_XCI">St. XCI.</a>) This stanza, as Professor Lachmann justly observes, cannot +belong to Hagan, but is appropriate to Giselher, who is mentioned +immediately after. Still there is an awkwardness here.</p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_38_II" id="St_38_II"></a><a href="#V38_II">St. II.</a>) The king himself has come to the feast, has made one of the +party, that is, has been slaughtered with the rest. See Lachmann's note +(St. 2173 L.).</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_38_XLIII" id="St_38_XLIII"></a><a href="#V38_XLIII">St. XLIII.</a>) I have with Simrock and Beta followed the reading of the +Lassberg manuscript, <i>struchen</i> for <i>stieben</i>. The latter is explained +by Braunfels and von der Hagen with reference to the flying out of +sparks from armor, but this effect follows in the next line. To an +Englishman the reading <i>stieben</i> appears to bear a comical resemblance +to our vulgar phrase, "dusting a man's jacket."</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_38_LXXXIX" id="St_38_LXXXIX"></a><a href="#V38_LXXXIX">St. LXXXIX.</a>) The Amelungers' land was Bern, that is Verona, the +hereditary possession of Dietrich: who was driven from it by his uncle +Ermanrich, Emperor of Rome. He took refuge with Etzel, and remained in +exile 30 or 32 years. For what further relates to him and the Amelungers +<a href="#St_28_IV">see the notes</a> to Sts. IV and V, Twenty-eighth Adventure.</p><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_405" id="Page_405">405</a></span></p> + + +<p class="center">THIRTY-NINTH ADVENTURE</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_39_V" id="St_39_V"></a><a href="#V39_V">St. V.</a>) The phrase, outside the house, <i>ûzen an dem hûse</i>, appears to +mean merely outside the hall. They seem to have stood in a sort of +vestibule at the top of the stairs that led down into the courtyard. +Compare St. IX, Thirty-sixth Adventure, and the <a href="#St_36_IX">note</a>.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_39_IX" id="St_39_IX"></a><a href="#V39_IX">St. IX.</a>) I have ventured, in conformity with the original, to talk of +"joys lying slain," though certainly the phrase seems harsh in English. +One manuscript reads <i>freunde</i> friends, instead of <i>freuden</i> joys.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_39_XXI" id="St_39_XXI"></a><a href="#V39_XXI">St. XXI.</a>) Walter of Spain ran away with Hildegund from the court of +Etzel, as that monarch himself informs us in an earlier part of this +poem. As the young hero was passing with her through the Vosges or Wask +mountains, he was attacked by Gunther with twelve knights, among whom +was Hagan. The latter however, "for old acquaintance' sake," refused to +fight against Walter, and persevered in his refusal, till the Spaniard +had killed eleven knights, and Gunther himself was in danger. At last, +after all three were wounded, they made up matters. According to the +Vilkina Saga, Walter, after slaying the eleven knights, put Hagan to +flight, and then, having lighted a fire, sat down with Hildegund to dine +on the chine of a wild boar. As he was thus agreeably employed, Hagan +fell upon him by surprise but was pelted so severely by Walter with the +bones of the wild boar, that he escaped with difficulty, and, even as it +was, lost an eye.—See W. Grimm's "Deutsche Heldensage," p. 91.</p> + +<p>The Latin poem "Waltharius," which is translated from a lost German one, +gives a more dignified account of the matter. There also Hagano refuses +to fight at first, and says</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Eventum videam, nec consors sim spoliorum,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dixerat, et collem petiit mox ipse propinquum,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Descendensque ab equo consedit, et aspicit illo.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Eleven knights are killed, but next day, after Walter has left a +stronghold, where he could be attacked by only one at a time, he is +assailed on his march by Gunther and Hagan, and the fight continues till +Gunther has lost a foot, Walter his right hand, and Hagan his right eye +and twice three grinders. The combatants are then reconciled. For the +situation of this field of battle, see "<i>Lateinische Gedichte des 10. +und 11. Jahrhunderts</i>" by J. Grimm and Schmeller, p. 123.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_39_XLVI" id="St_39_XLVI"></a><a href="#V39_XLVI">St. XLVI.</a>) This stanza, which is in the Lassberg manuscript only, has +been added apparently, like others, to soften the character of +Kriemhild.</p> + +<p>(<a name="St_39_LII" id="St_39_LII"></a><a href="#V39_LII">St. LII.</a>) Harrow and welaway. Old exclamations of distress or anger.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">Harrow and welaway!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">After so wicked deed, why liv'st thou lenger day?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Faerie Queene," II, viii. 46.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>(<a name="St_39_LVII" id="St_39_LVII"></a><a href="#V39_LVII">St. LVII.</a>) The <i>edeln knehte</i> here, and the <i>vil manic rîche kneht</i> of +St. XXXIV, in both passages associated with knights, were no doubt of a +far superior station to that of the mere <i>knehte</i>, 9,000 of whom +followed Gunther into Hungary. These last we may call yeomen, the other, +squires. The <i>edeln burgære</i> (St. XXXV, Seventeenth Adventure), seem to +have been not the mere townsfolk, but the chiefs of the corporation the +lord mayor, aldermen, and common council of Worms.</p> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="transnote">Transcriber's Note:<br /> +<br /> +Some initial characters and final punctuation were replaced.<br /> +<br /> +Quotation marks have been changed to allow the modern reader +to follow a quotation from one stanza to the next.<br /> +<br /> +Inconsistent hyphenation and spellings were retained.<br /> +<br /> +Pg 295: (stout and ruet) changed to (stout and true)<br /> +<br /> +Pg 395: Greek: proselthon, internal terminal sigma retained.</p> + +<hr class="full" /> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NIBELUNGENLIED***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 38468-h.txt or 38468-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/3/8/4/6/38468">http://www.gutenberg.org/3/8/4/6/38468</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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