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diff --git a/38468.txt b/38468.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c0aa420 --- /dev/null +++ b/38468.txt @@ -0,0 +1,22753 @@ +The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Nibelungenlied, by Unknown, Translated by +William Nanson Lettsom + + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. 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 www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: The Nibelungenlied + Revised Edition + + +Author: Unknown + + + +Release Date: January 2, 2012 [eBook #38468] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII) + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NIBELUNGENLIED*** + + +E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Rory OConor, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) + + + +THE NIBELUNGENLIED + +Translated by + +WILLIAM NANSON LETTSOM + +With a Special Introduction by William H. Carpenter, Ph.D. + +Professor of Germanic Philology in Columbia University + +REVISED EDITION + +[Illustration] + + + + + + + +New York +P.F. Collier & Son + +Copyright, 1901 +By the Colonial Press + + + + +SPECIAL INTRODUCTION + + +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. + +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 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. + +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. + +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. + +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, until the final catastrophe is inevitably reached and the +story is ended. + +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. + +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. + +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 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. + +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. + +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. + +The Eddic poems are not the only versions in Old Norse literature. An +epitome of the story based upon the poems 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. + +Next to the Eddic songs the most important of the Northern versions, +however, is the long "Voelsunga 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. + +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: + +"Three gods, Odin, Hoenir, 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 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. + +"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. + +"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 death of him who owned it, should hold good, and it did +hold good thereafter. + +"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. + +"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. 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. + +"Then said one: + + 'There sits Sigurd + blood besprinkled, + the heart of Fafnir + at the fire roasting; + wise methinks were + the ring despoiler, + if he the gleaming + heart were eating.' + +"Then said the other: + + 'There lies Regin + with himself communing; + he will beguile the youth + who is trusting in him; + in rage he brings now + ill words together; + the evil-worker will + avenge his brother.' + +"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, Hoegni, 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 Hoegni +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 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. + +"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. + +"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. After that +she egged on Gunnar and Hoegni 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 Hoegni took the treasure of Fafnir and +the Ring of Andvari and ruled all the land. + +"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 Hoegni 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 Hoegni and +they were taken prisoners. And Atli had the heart cut out of Hoegni 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 Hoegni 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. + +"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 Hoegni, 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 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 Soerli, Hamdir, and Erp; +they were all as black as ravens in the color of their hair, like Gunnar +and Hoegni and the other Niflungs. + +"There grew up Swanhild, the daughter of Sigurd; she was the most +beautiful of all women. That Joermunrek 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 Joermunrek. Then said Bikki +that it had fallen out better if Randver had Swanhild, since he was +young, as were they both, and Joermunrek was old. This counsel pleased +the young people well; and thereupon Bikki told it to the King. Then +Joermunrek 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 Joermunrek 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. + +"It was once upon a time when King Joermunrek 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 Joermunrek they should +fall upon him at night while he slept; Soerli 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 Joermunrek. 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 him +most. A little while after, as Soerli 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 Joermunrek'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. Joermunrek then called out that stones should be +hurled at them, and this was done. Then Soerli and Hamdir fell, and then +were dead all the race and descendants of the Gjukings." + +The Eddic poems and the "Voelsunga 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. + +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 the event did take place during his +lifetime. Attila's brother Bleda appears in the poem as Bloedelin. +Giselher, the brother of Gunther, is also mentioned in the old +Burgundian law-code, the _Lex Burgundionum_. Of Siegfried and Brunhild +history knows no trace, although an attempt has been made to connect the +one with Arminius and the other with Bruenehild 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. + +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 Mueller 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 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. + +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. + +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 Kuerenberg family, who lived in the neighborhood +of Linz, on the Danube. A Kuerenberg 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 Fruehling, 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. + +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 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." + +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 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." + +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. + +"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, 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. + +"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." + +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, 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 caesura, that is, a +caesura 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: + + Ez wuohs in Buregonden ein vil edel magedin, + daz in allen landen niht schoeners mohte sin, + Kriemhilt geheizen: diu wart ein schoene wip + dar umbe muosen degene vil verliesen den lip. + +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. + +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. + +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 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. + +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. + +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 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. + +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, "_Das Nibelungenlied_," originally +published in 1856 and since then in several editions, and of Karl +Bartsch, "_Das Nibelungenlied_," 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. + +[Illustration: Wm H. Carpenter.] + +COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY, May 1, 1901. + + + + +CONTENTS + + + FIRST ADVENTURE: PAGE + Kriemhild's Dream 1 + + SECOND ADVENTURE: + Of Siegfried 4 + + THIRD ADVENTURE: + How Siegfried Went to Worms 8 + + FOURTH ADVENTURE: + How Siegfried Fought with the Saxons 23 + + FIFTH ADVENTURE: + How Siegfried First Saw Kriemhild 44 + + SIXTH ADVENTURE: + How Gunther Went to Woo Brunhild 53 + + SEVENTH ADVENTURE: + How Gunther Won Brunhild 64 + + EIGHTH ADVENTURE: + How Siegfried Came to the Nibelungers 78 + + NINTH ADVENTURE: + How Siegfried was Sent to Worms 86 + + TENTH ADVENTURE: + How Brunhild was Received at Worms 94 + + ELEVENTH ADVENTURE: + How Siegfried Brought his Wife Home 111 + + TWELFTH ADVENTURE: + How Gunther Invited Siegfried to the Festival 117 + + THIRTEENTH ADVENTURE: + How They Went to the Festival 126 + + FOURTEENTH ADVENTURE: + How the Two Queens Reviled One Another 131 + + FIFTEENTH ADVENTURE: + How Siegfried was Betrayed 141 + + SIXTEENTH ADVENTURE: + How Siegfried was Slain 147 + + SEVENTEENTH ADVENTURE: + How Siegfried was Bewailed and Buried 161 + + EIGHTEENTH ADVENTURE: + How Siegmund Returned Home 173 + + NINETEENTH ADVENTURE: + How the Treasure of the Nibelungers was Brought to Worms 177 + + TWENTIETH ADVENTURE: + How King Etzel Proposed for Kriemhild 185 + + TWENTY-FIRST ADVENTURE: + How Kriemhild Departed 207 + + TWENTY-SECOND ADVENTURE: + How the Huns Received Kriemhild 215 + + TWENTY-THIRD ADVENTURE: + How Kriemhild Thought of Revenging her Injuries 222 + + TWENTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE: + How Werbel and Swemmeline Delivered the Message 228 + + TWENTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE: + How the Lords all Came into Hungary 241 + + TWENTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE: + How Dankwart Slew Gelfrat 254 + + TWENTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE: + Rudeger's Hospitality 264 + + TWENTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE: + How Kriemhild Received Hagan 275 + + TWENTY-NINTH ADVENTURE: + How Hagan Refused to Rise to Kriemhild 281 + + THIRTIETH ADVENTURE: + How the Knights Kept Watch 291 + + THIRTY-FIRST ADVENTURE: + How the Knights Went to Church 296 + + THIRTY-SECOND ADVENTURE: + How Bloedel was Slain 309 + + THIRTY-THIRD ADVENTURE: + How the Burgundians Fought with the Huns 314 + + THIRTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE: + How They Threw Down the Dead 323 + + THIRTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE: + How Iring was Slain 327 + + THIRTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE: + How the Queen Gave Orders to Burn Down the Hall 335 + + THIRTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE: + How Margrave Rudeger was Slain 344 + + THIRTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE: + How Sir Dietrich's Men were all Slain 360 + + THIRTY-NINTH ADVENTURE: + How Gunther and Hagan and Kriemhild were Slain 374 + + NOTES 383 + + + + +THE NIBELUNGENLIED + + + + +FIRST ADVENTURE + +KRIEMHILD'S DREAM + + +I + + In stories of our fathers high marvels we are told + Of champions well approved in perils manifold. + Of feasts and merry meetings, of weeping and of wail, + And deeds of gallant daring I'll tell you in my tale. + + +II + + In Burgundy there flourish'd a maid so fair to see, + That in all the world together a fairer could not be. + This maiden's name was Kriemhild; through her in dismal strife + Full many a prowest warrior thereafter lost his life. + + +III + + Many a fearless champion, as such well became, + Woo'd the lovely lady; she from none had blame. + Matchless was her person, matchless was her mind. + This one maiden's virtue grac'd all womankind. + + +IV + + Three puissant Kings her guarded with all the care they might, + Gunther and eke Gernot, each a redoubted knight, + And Giselher the youthful, a chosen champion he; + This lady was their sister, well lov'd of all the three. + + +V + + They were high of lineage, thereto mild of mood, + But in field and foray champions fierce and rude. + They rul'd a mighty kingdom, Burgundy by name; + They wrought in Etzel's country deeds of deathless fame. + + +VI + + At Worms was their proud dwelling, the fair Rhine flowing by, + There had they suit and service from haughtiest chivalry, + For broad lands and lordships, and glorious was their state, + Till wretchedly they perish'd by two noble ladies' hate. + + +VII + + Dame Uta was their mother, a queen both rich and sage; + Their father hight Dancrat, who the fair heritage + Left to his noble children when he his course had run; + He too by deeds of knighthood in youth had worship won. + + +VIII + + Each of these three princes, as you have heard me say, + Were men of mighty puissance. They had beneath their sway + The noblest knights for liegemen that ever dwelt on ground; + For hardihood and prowess were none so high renown'd. + + +IX + + There was Hagan of Trony of a noble line, + His brother nimble Dankwart, and the knight of Metz, Ortwine, + Eckewart and Gary, the margraves stout in fight, + Folker of Alzeia, full of manly might. + + +X + + Rumolt the steward (a chosen knight was he), + Sindolt, and Hunolt; these serv'd the brethren three, + At their court discharging their several duties well; + Besides, knights had they many whom now I cannot tell. + + +XI + + Dankwart was marshal to the king his lord, + Ortwine of Metz, his nephew, was carver at the board, + Sindolt, he was butler, a champion choice and true, + The chamberlain was Hunolt; they well their duties knew. + + +XII + + The gorgeous pomp and splendor, wherein these brethren reign'd, + How well they tended knighthood, what worship they attain'd, + How they thro' life were merry, and mock'd at woe and bale-- + Who'd seek all this to tell you, would never end his tale. + + +XIII + + A dream was dreamt by Kriemhild the virtuous and the gay, + How a wild young falcon she train'd for many a day, + Till two fierce eagles tore it; to her there could not be + In all the world such sorrow at this perforce to see. + + +XIV + + To her mother Uta at once the dream she told, + But she the threatening future could only thus unfold; + "The falcon that thou trainedst is sure a noble mate; + God shield him in his mercy, or thou must lose him straight." + + +XV + + "A mate for me? what say'st thou, dearest mother mine? + Ne'er to love, assure thee, my heart will I resign. + I'll live and die a maiden, and end as I began, + Nor (let what else befall me) will suffer woe for man." + + +XVI + + "Nay," said her anxious mother, "renounce not marriage so; + Would'st thou true heartfelt pleasure taste ever here below, + Man's love alone can give it. Thou 'rt fair as eye can see, + A fitting mate God send thee, and naught will wanting be." + + +XVII + + "No more," the maiden answer'd, "no more, dear mother, say; + From many a woman's fortune this truth is clear as day, + That falsely smiling Pleasure with Pain requites us ever. + I from both will keep me, and thus will sorrow never." + + +XVIII + + So in her lofty virtues, fancy-free and gay, + Liv'd the noble maiden many a happy day, + Nor one more than another found favor in her sight; + Still at the last she wedded a far-renowned knight. + + +XIX + + He was the self-same falcon she in her dream had seen, + Foretold by her wise mother. What vengeance took the queen + On her nearest kinsmen who him to death had done! + That single death atoning died many a mother's son. + + + + +SECOND ADVENTURE OF SIEGFRIED + + +I + + In Netherland then flourished a prince of lofty kind, + (Whose father was called Siegmund, his mother Siegelind) + In a sumptuous castle down by the Rhine's fair side; + Men did call it Xanten; 't was famous far and wide. + + +II + + I tell you of this warrior, how fair he was to see; + From shame and from dishonor liv'd he ever free. + Forthwith fierce and famous wax'd the mighty man. + Ah! what height of worship in this world he wan! + + +III + + Siegfried men did call him, that same champion good; + Many a kingdom sought he in his manly mood, + And through strength of body in many a land rode he. + Ah! what men of valor he found in Burgundy! + + +IV + + Before this noble champion grew up to man's estate, + His hand had mighty wonders achieved in war's debate, + Whereof the voice of rumor will ever sing and say, + Though much must pass in silence in this our later day. + + +V + + In his freshest season, in his youthful days, + One might full many a marvel tell in Siegfried's praise, + What lofty honors grac'd him, and how fair his fame, + How he charm'd to love him many a noble dame. + + +VI + + As did well befit him, he was bred with care, + And his own lofty nature gave him virtues rare, + From him his father's country grace and honor drew, + To see him prov'd in all things so noble and so true. + + +VII + + He now, grown up to youthhood, at court his duty paid; + The people saw him gladly; many a wife and many a maid + Wish'd he would often thither, and bide forever there; + They view'd him all with favor, whereof he well was ware. + + +VIII + + The child by his fond parents was deck'd with weeds of pride, + And but with guards about him they seldom let him ride. + Uptrain'd was he by sages, who what was honor knew, + So might he win full lightly broad lands and liegemen too. + + +IX + + Now had he strength and stature that weapons well he bore; + Whatever thereto needed, he had of it full store. + He began fair ladies to his love to woo, + And they inclin'd to Siegfried with faith and honor true. + + +X + + Then bade his father Siegmund all his liegemen tell, + With his dear friends to revel it would please him well. + Where other kings were dwelling the tidings took their course. + To friends and eke to strangers he gave both weed and horse. + + +XI + + Whosoe'er was worthy to become a knight + For his lofty lineage, did they each invite, + High-born youths and valiant to the feastful board; + With the young king Siegfried took they then the sword. + + +XII + + Of that proud feast royal wonders one might say; + King Siegmund and Queen Siegelind well might that day + Win honor for the bounty they shower'd with lavish hand, + For which full many a stranger came flocking through their land. + + +XIII + + Sworded squires four hundred rich raiment had to wear + With the noble Siegfried. Full many a maiden fair + Ceaseless plied the needle to please the warrior bold; + Precious stones unnumber'd the women set in gold, + + +XIV + + (For gold was there in plenty), and as each could best + For the love of Siegfried they work'd the jewel'd vest. + The Host rais'd seats unnumber'd for many a martial wight + On the fair midsummer when his heir was dubb'd a knight. + + +XV + + Forthwith to the high minster flock'd many a squire along, + And many a knight of worship. To fitly train the young + The old should lend that service which once to them was lent. + They pass'd the hours in pastime and gentle merriment. + + +XVI + + But first to God's due honor a holy mass they sung, + And then a press and struggle arose the crowd among, + And then with pomp befitting each youth was dubb'd a knight. + In sooth, before was never seen so fair a sight. + + +XVII + + All ran at once, where saddled many a war-horse stood. + In the court of Siegmund the tourney was so rude, + That both hall and palace echoed far around, + As those high-mettled champions shock'd with thundering sound. + + +XVIII + + Old and young together fiercely hurtling flew, + That the shiver'd lances swept the welkin through; + Splinters e'en to the palace went whizzing many a one + From hands of mighty champions; all there was deftly done. + + +XIX + + The Host bade cease the tourney; the steeds were led away; + Then might you see, all shatter'd how many a shield there lay, + And store of stones full precious from bucklers beaming sheen + In those fierce shocks were scatter'd upon the trampled green. + + +XX + + Thence went the guests in order, and sat around the board; + Many dainty dishes their wearied strength restor'd, + And wine, of all the richest, their burning thirst allay'd: + To friends alike and strangers was fitting honor pay'd. + + +XXI + + Albeit in ceaseless pastime they sent the livelong day, + The mummers and the minstrels never ceas'd their play. + They flock'd to golden largess, a roving frolic band, + And pour'd a flood of praises on Siegmund's fertile land. + + +XXII + + The king, too, as his father to him before had done, + Enfeoff'd with lands and castles Siegfried his youthful son; + Gifts to his sword-companions he gave with liberal hand, + So glad was he, it pleased them to come into his land. + + +XXIII + + The gorgeous feast it lasted till the seventh day was o'er; + Siegelind the wealthy did as they did of yore; + She won for valiant Siegfried the hearts of young and old, + When for his sake among them she shower'd the ruddy gold. + + +XXIV + + You scarce could find one needy in all the minstrel band; + Horses and robes were scatter'd with ever open hand. + They gave as though they had not another day to live, + None were to take so ready, as they inclin'd to give. + + +XXV + + So was dissolv'd with honor the mighty festival: + The high-descended Barons assembled there in hall, + That youth were well contented as lord to serve and sue, + But that desir'd not Siegfried, the champion stout and true. + + +XXVI + + While Siegelind and Siegmund yet liv'd and flourished there, + Full little reck'd their offspring the royal crown to wear. + He only would be master and exercise command, + 'Gainst those whose pride o'erweening disturb'd the peaceful land. + + +XXVII + + None ventur'd to defy him; since weapons first he took, + The bed of sloth but seldom the noble knight could brook. + He only sought for battles; his prowess-gifted hand + Won him renown eternal in every foreign strand. + + + + +THIRD ADVENTURE + +HOW SIEGFRIED WENT TO WORMS + + +I + + 'Twas seldom teen or sorrow the warrior's heart assay'd; + At length he heard the rumor, how a lovely maid + In Burgundy was dwelling, the fairest of the fair. + From her he won much pleasure, but dash'd with toil and care. + + +II + + By fame her peerless beauty was bruited far and wide, + Nor less her lofty virtue, and her pure virgin pride + Was day by day reported among the martial band. + This drew guests every flocking to good King Gunther's land. + + +III + + For all the host of suitors that sought to bend her will, + True to her own coy promise remain'd fair Kriemhild still, + That she, for all their wooing, would love vouchsafe to none. + He was a distant stranger, who at last her favor won. + + +IV + + Then sought the son of Siegelind to gain the haughty fair; + The vows of other suitors to his were light as air. + Such knight deserv'd to vanquish the coyest maiden's pride; + Ere long the noble Kriemhild became bold Siegfried's bride. + + +V + + His kinsmen and his liegemen then gave him counsel true, + That now, if he in honor were inclin'd to woo, + He should be bound in wedlock to no unequal make: + Then said the noble Siegfried, "Sure will I fair Kriemhild take, + + +VI + + "The bright Burgundian maiden, best gem of Gunther's throne, + Whose far-renowned beauty stands unapproach'd, alone; + On earth nor king nor kaiser lives there so proud, I ween, + But he might deem him happy to win so fair a queen." + + +VII + + Forthwith were the tidings to Siegmund's ear preferr'd; + His anxious liegemen told him; from them his father heard + The high design of Siegfried; it much to heart he laid, + That he aspir'd so boldly to win so fair a maid. + + +VIII + + The news came eke to Siegelind, the noble monarch's wife; + Full sore the mother trembled for her darling's life, + For well she knew fierce Gunther and his vassals stern; + So strove they both the champion from his high emprise to turn. + + +IX + + Then spake the valiant Siegfried, "Dearest father mine, + The love of high-born women forever I'll resign, + Rather than play the wooer but where my heart is set." + Howe'er they sought to move him, but small success they met. + + +X + + "Since naught can then dissuade thee," outspake his royal sire, + "Glad am I, blood of Siegmund should to such height aspire, + And so thy hopes to forward I'll do the best I can; + Yet in his court has Gunther many a proud o'erweening man. + + +XI + + "E'en were there none but Hagan, that redoubted knight + In pride can match the proudest, the mightiest in might; + So that, my son, I fear me, this hour we both may rue, + If our minds are settled the stately maid to woo." + + +XII + + "What can ill befall us?" Siegfried made reply; + "If that misproud Burgundian my friendly suit deny, + Be sure, as much and more, too, I'll seize by strength of hand; + In this I trust to strip him of liegemen and of land." + + +XIII + + "Little thy words content me," the hoary prince replied, + "In the land of King Gunther thou sure durst never ride, + If, on the Rhine, young Siegfried, this tale were only told. + Gunther and eke Gernot I know them both of old. + + +XIV + + "By force, fair son, assure thee, can none the maiden woo," + Resum'd the princely Siegmund, "this I have heard for true; + But if with knights to back thee, thou'lt ride to Gunther's land, + We've friends enough, and forthwith I'll summon all the band." + + +XV + + "'Tis not to me well pleasing," the fiery youth replied, + "That I the Rhine should visit with warriors by my side, + As in array of battle, and 'twould my honor stain, + If I should need assistance the peerless maid to gain. + + +XVI + + "I little care to win her save by my own good hand; + With comrades but eleven I'll hence to Gunther's land. + Thus far, father Siegmund, of you help I pray." + Then his friends, to trim their garments, receiv'd striped furs + and gray. + + +XVII + + To his mother Siegelind the heavy news they bore; + The queen straight for her Siegfried began to sorrow sore. + She shudder'd lest the lov'd one should all untimely die + By the fierce knights of Gunther, and wept full bitterly. + + +XVIII + + Then in haste went Siegfried where she her moan did make, + And thus his sobbing mother tenderly bespake, + "Weep not for me, dear mother, in better hope repose, + Count me forever scathless e'en 'midst a thousand foes. + + +XIX + + "So give me all that's needful through Burgundy to ride, + That I and mine may journey with such fair weeds supplied + As best becomes companions of high degree to wear, + And from my heart I'll thank thee for all thy love and care." + + +XX + + "Since naught avails to stay thee," so spake his mother mild, + "I'll equip thee for the journey, my dear, my only child, + Thee and thy bold companions, and send thee richly dight + With weeds the best and fairest that e'er were worn by knight." + + +XXI + + Then to the queen young Siegfried in duty bent him low, + And said, "Upon this journey I would not that we go + More than twelve together, so these with robes provide. + Full fain am I to witness how stands it with my bride." + + +XXII + + Fair women at the needle were sitting night and day; + Scarcely could a seamstress her head on pillow lay, + Till robes were work'd for Siegfried and all his company. + The youth was ever yearning to start for Burgundy. + + +XXIII + + His sire prepar'd his armor, and nothing left undone, + That he might leave his country as fitted Siegmund's son; + Well temper'd were their breast-plates that flash'd against the light, + Of proof were their morions, their bucklers broad and bright. + + +XXIV + + Their way they now were ready to Burgundy to take; + Then man and wife were heavy with sorrow for their sake, + Lest evil should befall them, and bar their homeward road, + With weapons and apparel the heroes bad the sumpters load. + + +XXV + + High-mettled were their chargers, gold-bright their riding weed, + None ever rode more proudly (little were there need) + Than then did noble Siegfried, and that fair company + That with him leave were taking, all bound for Burgundy. + + +XXVI + + The king and queen, each weeping, gave him leave to part, + And he to both gave comfort all with a loving heart. + "Weep not," said he, "dear parents, of better courage be, + I'm safe where'er I travel, so take no thought for me." + + +XXVII + + Ah! woe were then the warriors, and wept, too, many a maid, + Their hearts, I ween, the future in deepest gloom array'd, + And told them from that journey many a dear friend would bleed. + Full cause had they for sorrow, it brought them woe indeed. + + +XXVIII + + On the seventh fair morning by Worms along the strand + In knightly guise were pricking the death-defying band. + The ruddy gold fair glitter'd on every riding vest; + Their steeds they meetly govern'd, all pacing soft abreast. + + +XXIX + + Their shields were new and massy and like flame they glow'd, + As bright too shone their helmets, while bold Siegfried rode + Straight to the court of Gunther to woo the stately maid; + Eye never look'd on champions so gorgeously array'd. + + +XXX + + Down to their spurs loud clanging reach'd the swords they wore; + Sharp and well temper'd lances the chosen champions bore. + One, two spans broad or better, did Siegfried sternly shake, + With keen and cutting edges grim and ghastly wounds to make. + + +XXXI + + Their golden-color'd bridles firm they held in hand; + Silken were their poeitrels; so rode they through the land. + On all sides the people to gaze on them began; + Then many of Gunther's liegemen swift to meet them ran. + + +XXXII + + Many a haughty warrior, stout squire, and hardy knight, + Went to receive the strangers as fitting was and right, + And, as to guests high honor'd, did courteous service yield, + Their steeds held as they lighted, and took from each his shield. + + +XXXIII + + They were in act the chargers to lead away to stall, + When the redoubted Siegfried quick to them did call, + "Nay, leave us here the horses, we look not long to stay, + Anon with my companions I shall wend upon my way. + + +XXXIV + + "Affairs of high concernment this squadron hither bring, + So, whoso knows, straight tell me where I may find your king, + The wide-renowned Gunther, who reigns in Burgundy." + Then one who near was standing thus answer'd courteously, + + +XXXV + + "If you would find the monarch, you need not long to wait; + In yonder hall at leisure myself I left him late + Begirt with all his warriors; there you may feast your sight: + In sooth you'll find about him full many a stately knight." + + +XXXVI + + Now to great King Gunther were the tidings told, + That there had journey'd thither hardy knights and bold, + Yclad in flashing armor and glittering vesture gay, + But who and whence the strangers, could no Burgundian say. + + +XXXVII + + Much wonder'd the monarch, whence came the gallant band, + That with so fair equipment had reach'd Burgundian land, + And with so massy bucklers; that none could tidings bring + Of those heroic strangers, but little pleas'd the king. + + +XXXVIII + + To Gunther then made answer the knight of Metz, Ortwine, + A warrior bold and mighty, and of the loftiest line, + "Since none of us can tell you who these same knights may be, + Send for my uncle Hagan; let him strangers see. + + +XXXIX + + "He knows the proud and puissant of every foreign land; + So we, what now we guess not, from him shall understand." + Him and his warlike vassals the impatient king bade call, + And soon redoubted Hagan strode tow'ring through the hall. + + +XL + + "What would the king with Hagan?" the warrior made demand. + "Here in my house are wand'rers from some far-distant land, + Unknown to all around me; observe the strangers well, + And if thou e'er hast seen them, the truth, good Hagan, tell." + + +XLI + + "That will I straight," said Hagan; to a window then he went, + And his eyes attentive on the strangers bent. + Well pleas'd him their fair vesture, and well their armor sheen, + Yet sure the like he never in Burgundy had seen. + + +XLII + + "Whencever come these champions whom chance to Rhineland brings, + Kings might they be," said Hagan, "or messengers of kings. + How highly bred their chargers! how gorgeous their array! + Wherever lies their country, high-mettled lords are they." + + +XLIII + + And thereto added Hagan, "This too I'll vouch for yet; + Albeit on noble Siegfried I never eyes have set; + Still to aver I'll venture, that (let whate'er befall) + 'Tis he that's stalking yonder, so stately and so tall. + + +XLIV + + "He brings some new adventure to our Burgundian land; + The valiant Nibelungers he slew by strength of hand, + Nibelung and Shilbung the princes stern in fight, + And since has many a wonder achiev'd with all-surpassing might. + + +XLV + + "As all alone and aidless he was riding once at will, + As I have heard reported, he found beside a hill + With Nibelung's hoarded treasure full many a man of might; + Strange seem'd they to the champion, till he came to know them right. + + +XLVI + + "They had brought the treasure, as just then befell, + Forth from a yawning cavern; now hear a wonder tell, + How those fierce Nibelungers the treasure would divide; + The noble Siegfried eyed them, and wonder'd as he eyed. + + +XLVII + + "He nearer came and nearer, close watching still the clan, + Till they got sight of him too, when one of them began, + 'Here comes the stalwart Siegfried, the chief of Netherland.' + A strange adventure met he with that Nibelungers' band. + + +XLVIII + + "Him well receiv'd the brethren Shilbung and Nibelung. + With one accord they begg'd him, those noble princes young, + To part the hoard betwixt them, and ever pressing bent + The hero's wavering purpose till he yielded full consent. + + +XLIX + + "He saw of gems such plenty, drawn from that dark abode, + That not a hundred wagons could bear the costly load, + Still more of gold so ruddy from the Nibelungers' land. + All this was to be parted by noble Siegfried's hand. + + +L + + "So Nibelung's sword they gave him to recompense his pain, + But ill was done the service, which they had sought so fain, + And he so hard had granted; Siegfried, the hero good, + Fail'd the long task to finish; this stirr'd their angry mood. + + +LI + + "The treasure undivided he needs must let remain, + When the two kings indignant set on him with their train, + But Siegfried gripp'd sharp Balmung (so hight their father's sword), + And took from them their country and the beaming precious hoard. + + +LII + + "For friends had they twelve champions, each, as avers my tale, + A strong and sturdy giant, but what could all avail? + All twelve to death successive smote Siegfried's mastering hand, + And vanquish'd chiefs seven hundred of the Nibelungers' land. + + +LIII + + "With that good weapon Balmung; by sudden fear dismay'd + Both of the forceful swordsman and of the sword he sway'd, + Unnumber'd youthful heroes to Siegfried bent that hour, + Themselves, their lands, their castles, submitting to his power. + + +LIV + + "Those two fierce kings together he there depriv'd of life, + Then wag'd with puissant Albric a stern and dubious strife, + Who thought to take full vengeance for both his masters slain, + But found his might and manhood with Siegfried's match'd in vain. + + +LV + + "The mighty dwarf successless strove with the mightier man; + Like to wild mountain lions to th' hollow hill they ran; + He ravish'd there the cloud-cloak from struggling Albric's hold, + And then became the master of th' hoarded gems and gold. + + +LVI + + "Whoever dar'd resist him, all by his sword lay slain, + Then bade he bring the treasure back to the cave again, + Whence the men of Nibelung the same before had stirr'd; + On Albric last the office of keeper he conferr'd. + + +LVII + + "He took an oath to serve him, as his liegeman true, + In all that to a master from his man is due. + Such deeds," said he of Trony, "has conqu'ring Siegfried done; + Be sure, such mighty puissance, knight has never won. + + +LVIII + + "Yet more I know of Siegfried, that well your ear may hold; + A poison-spitting dragon he slew with courage bold, + And in the blood then bath'd him; this turn'd to horn his skin. + And now no weapons harm him, as often proved has been. + + +LIX + + "Receive then this young hero with all becoming state; + 'Twere ill advis'd to merit so fierce a champion's hate. + So lovely is his presence, at once all hearts are won, + And then his strength and courage such wondrous deeds have done." + + +LX + + Then spake the mighty monarch, "Thou counsellest aright. + See how stands full knightly, prepar'd for fiercest fight, + He and his hardy comrades, the death-defying man! + Straight we'll descend to meet him as courteous as we can." + + +LXI + + "That be assur'd," said Hagan, "with honor may be done; + Of lofty kin is Siegfried, a mighty monarch's son. + Me seemeth, if to purpose his bearing I have eyed, + By heaven, 'tis no light matter hath bidd'n him thither ride." + + +LXII + + Then spake the country's ruler, "He shall be welcome here, + Bold is the knight and noble, that I discover clear, + And much shall it avail him on our Burgundian ground." + Then thither went King Gunther where he Siegfried found. + + +LXIII + + The host and his companions so well receiv'd the guest, + That nothing there was wanting that courtesy express'd; + And low inclin'd the warrior to all in presence there, + Since they had giv'n him greeting so friendly and so fair. + + +LXIV + + "I wonder much," said Gunther, "and fain would understand, + Whence comes the noble Siegfried to this Burgundian land, + And what he here is seeking at Worms upon the Rhine." + The guest to the king made answer, "Concealment is no art of mine. + + +LXV + + "Afar I heard the tidings, e'en in my father's land, + That here with you were dwelling (fain would I know the band) + The best and prowest champions so voic'd by all and some, + That ever king surrounded; I'm therefore hither come. + + +LXVI + + "Your own renown I've heard, too, through all this country ring, + That never eye of mortal has seen so bold a king. + Your prowess and your knighthood are vouch'd by high and low, + Now ne'er will I turn homeward till this by proof I know. + + +LXVII + + "I too am a warrior, and shall a sceptre sway, + And I would fain bring all men perforce of me to say, + That I both land and liegemen have nobly merited. + This to maintain I'll freely pledge, my honor and my head. + + +LXVIII + + "Now since you are so famous for manhood and for skill, + Naught reck I, if my purpose be taken well or ill, + But all that's own'd by Gunther I'll win by strength of hand, + And force to my obedience his castles and his land." + + +LXIX + + The king was lost in wonder, and with him all the rest, + At such a strange pretension from that o'erweening guest, + Who claim'd his whole possessions that stretch'd so wide around. + His vassals heard the challenge, and for anger sternly frown'd. + + +LXX + + "How," cried the valiant Gunther, "have I deserv'd this wrong, + That what my noble father with honor rul'd so long, + I now should yield to any, o'ermaster'd by his might? + Ill should I show, that I too can bear me like a knight!" + + +LXXI + + "I'll ne'er renounce my purpose," the fiery youth replied; + "If through thy might thy country cannot in peace abide, + I'll take on me to rule it, and what I hold in fee, + If thou by strength canst take it, shall alike submit to thee. + + +LXXII + + "Let thy broad lands and mine too be laid in equal scale, + And whichsoe'er in battle o'er th' other shall prevail, + To him let all be subject, the liegemen and the land." + But Hagan sought, and Gernot, such purpose to withstand. + + +LXXIII + + "To us 'tis little pleasing," Gernot made reply, + "That we should lands be seizing, whose lords should slaughter'd lie + That we may win unjustly; our lands are fair and wide; + We are their rightful masters, and none they need beside." + + +LXXIV + + Grim glar'd King Gunther's warriors (of gathering wrath the sign!) + Among them lower'd the darkest the knight of Metz, Ortwine. + "It irks me much," exclaim'd he, "to hear these words of pride. + Sir King! by haughty Siegfried thou'rt wrongfully defied. + + +LXXV + + "Were thou and thy brave brethren stript of those arms you boast, + While he to back his quarrel should bring a royal host, + E'en then I'd trust to teach him a humbler pitch to fly, + And cower as low before us, as now he mounteth high." + + +LXXVI + + Wroth was at this defiance the chief of Netherland. + He cried, "Thou durst not venture 'gainst me to lift thy hand. + I am a mighty monarch, a monarch's man art thou; + Should twelve like thee resist me, twelve such to one should bow." + + +LXXVII + + Then 'gan for swords call loudly the knight of Metz, Ortwine, + The sister's son of Hagan, pride of his lofty line. + It irk'd him that his uncle so long had silent stood. + Bold Gernot interposing thus cool'd his fiery mood. + + +LXXVIII + + "Ortwine!" said he, "be calmer; why thus to weapons run? + To us the valiant stranger no such offence has done. + We yet may part in kindness; I rede thee, wrath give o'er, + And make a friend of Siegfried; this still were to our credit more." + + +LXXIX + + "It well may irk," said Hagan, "all us good knights of thine, + That this imperious wanderer e'er rode unto the Rhine. + Such strife-producing journey were better ne'er begun. + Ne'er had the kings my masters by him so evil done." + + +LXXX + + Thereto straight answer'd Siegfried, fiercely frowning still, + "If these my words, Sir Hagan, have chanc'd to please you ill, + Be sure, high deeds of valor, you at these hands shall see, + Deeds, that e'en less may please you here in Burgundy." + + +LXXXI + + "This I alone," said Gernot, "can turn from evil end;" + So all his warriors bade he the stranger not offend + With words that breath'd defiance, and thus the turmoil stay'd; + And Siegfried too was thinking upon the stately maid. + + +LXXXII + + "How suits this strife with either?" the prudent warrior said, + "How many chiefs soever should in this broil lie dead, + By us would little honor, by you small gain be won." + Thereto gave answer Siegfried, King Siegmund's haughty son: + + +LXXXIII + + "But wherefore lingereth Hagan, and wherefore proud Ortwine, + That, with their friends thus swarming upon the banks of Rhine, + Nor one, nor other ventures a stranger's arm to brave?" + Both kept unwilling silence, such counsel Gernot gave. + + +LXXXIV + + "You shall to us be welcome," resum'd Queen Uta's son, + "You and your faithful comrades, all and every one. + We shall be proud to serve you, I and all kin of mine," + Then for the guests 'twas order'd to pour King Gunther's wine. + + +LXXXV + + Then spoke the sov'reign ruler, "Whatever ours we call, + Should you in honor claim it, is at your service all-- + Our persons--our possessions--if so it seems you good." + Thereat became Sir Siegfried of somewhat milder mood. + + +LXXXVI + + Forthwith their whole equipment down from their beasts was brought; + For Siegfried and his fellows with fitting zeal were sought + Of all convenient chambers the choicest and the best. + At length the bold Burgundians look'd friendly on their guest. + + +LXXXVII + + Thenceforth were fitting honors paid him many a day, + A thousand-fold, be certain more than I can say. + This earn'd his strength and valor; so gracious was his state, + 'Twas rare that any mortal could look on him with hate. + + +LXXXVIII + + Their hours they spent in pastime--the kings and all the rest-- + Whate'er the sport that pleas'd them, 'twas Siegfried play'd it best. + Such was his skill and puissance, that none could come him near + To hurl the stone tempestuous or dart the whizzing spear. + + +LXXXIX + + Whene'er before the ladies, all in courtly guise, + Plied the contending champions their knightly exercise, + Then all look'd on delighted as noble Siegfried strove; + But he his thoughts kept ever fix'd on his lofty love. + + +XC + + At court the lovely ladies were asking evermore, + Who was the stately stranger that so rich vesture wore, + At once so fair of presence and so strong of hand. + Then many a one gave answer, "'Tis the King of Netherland." + + +XCI + + He ever was the foremost, whate'er the game they play'd. + Still in his inmost bosom he bore one lovely maid, + Whom he beheld had never, and yet to all preferr'd; + She too of him in secret spoke many a kindly word. + + +XCII + + When in the court contending fierce squire and hardy knight, + As fits the young and noble, wag'd the mimic fight, + Oft Kriemhild through her window would look, herself unseen: + Then no other pleasure needed the gentle queen. + + +XCIII + + What then had been his rapture, could he have only guess'd, + That on him she was looking, who reign'd within his breast! + Could he but once have seen her, I ween, not all the bliss, + That all the world can lavish, would he have ta'en for this. + + +XCIV + + Whene'er, as is the custom at intervals of sport, + He midst the crowd of heroes was standing in the court, + So graceful was the bearing of Siegelind's matchless son, + That the heart of every lady that look'd on him he won. + + +XCV + + Oft too would he be thinking, "How now can it be, + That I the noble maiden with mine eyes may see, + Whom I in heart love dearly, and so long have done? + And she's an utter stranger! Ah! Woe is me, unhappy one!" + + +XCVI + + Whene'er the kings it needed through their land to ride, + Then kept their faithful liegemen attendance by their side, + And with them forth must Siegfried; this irk'd his lady sore; + He through her love was pining the while as much or more. + + +XCVII + + So with those kings, high honor'd Siegmund's noble son + In Gunther's land was dwelling till full a year was run, + Nor, all that weary season, a single glimpse could gain + Of her, who after brought him such pleasure and such pain. + + + + +FOURTH ADVENTURE + +HOW SIEGFRIED FOUGHT WITH THE SAXONS + + +I + + Now strange and stirring tidings were brought to Gunther's throne + By messengers commissioned from foreign chiefs unknown, + Who bore the brethren malice, and whom they well might fear. + When they receiv'd the message, right heavy was their cheer. + + +II + + The same I now will tell you; King Ludeger the bold, + From the land of the Saxons (a mightier ne'er was told) + Was leagued with him of Denmark, King Ludegast the strong, + And many a famous warrior both brought with them along. + + +III + + Their messengers, hard riding, came to King Gunther's land, + As his far-distant foemen had given them in command; + Then ask'd the crowd, what tidings the unknown guests might bring. + To court they straight were hurried, and set before the king. + + +IV + + Them well the monarch greeted: "You're welcome; never fear; + From whom you come, I know not, but willingly would hear, + And it is yours to tell me." So spake the monarch good. + Then 'gan they sore to tremble at Gunther's angry mood. + + +V + + "Since you, O king! permit us to utter plain and true + This our high commission, naught will we hide from you. + Our masters we will tell you, who gave us this command. + King Ludegast and King Ludeger will visit you in this land. + + +VI + + "You have deserved their anger; for truth can I relate, + That both our puissant masters bear you deadly hate. + They'll lead a host unnumber'd to Worms unto the Rhine. + Of this be warn'd for certain; fix'd is their proud design. + + +VII + + "Within twelve weeks at farthest their camp will onward go; + If you've good friends to aid you, 'twill soon be time to show. + Their best will sure be needed to guard both fort and field, + Soon shall we here be shiv'ring many a helm and many a shield. + + +VIII + + "Or would you seek a treaty, let it at once be said, + Ere their prevailing myriads, one wasteful ruin spread + Through all your wide dominions with their consuming might, + And Death unsated feast him on many a gallant knight." + + +IX + + "Now wait awhile, ye strangers," thus spake the noble king, + "I must think, ere I answer the message that you bring. + I've friends and faithful liegemen, whose sage advice I use, + And with them I must counsel take on this heavy news." + + +X + + The nigh approaching danger irk'd King Gunther sore, + And the proud defiance deep in heart he bore; + He sent for valiant Hagan and many another knight, + And Gernot, too, bade hasten with all the speed he might. + + +XI + + At once they flock'd around him, a stern and stately band; + Then spake the king, "Proud strangers, here, in our own good land, + Have sent to bid us battle; weigh well such tidings told." + Thereto straight answer'd Gernot, a hardy knight and bold. + + +XII + + "Then with our swords we'll meet them; defiance we'll defy; + None but the death-doom'd perish, so bravely let them die; + I'll ne'er forget my honor for all they choose to send. + So fierce a foe to Gernot is welcome as a friend." + + +XIII + + "Rash hold I such hot counsel," said Hagan, Trony's knight, + "Both Ludegast and Ludeger are men of mickle might: + In so few days our vassals we scarce can muster well." + He paused a space, then added, "The news to Siegfried tell." + + +XIV + + Meanwhile they lodg'd the strangers within the city fair; + Though all were foes around them, King Gunther bade them share + All courteous entertainment; so fitly dealt the king, + Till he had learn'd, what forces he might together bring. + + +XV + + Right ill at ease was Gunther; his brow was clouded o'er; + A gallant knight, who mark'd him what heavy cheer he bore, + Who had not heard the tidings, nor thus the truth could guess, + With friendly will thus mov'd him his sorrow to confess. + + +XVI + + "I wonder much," said Siegfried, "why I of late have seen + With care so overshadow'd that frank and merry mien, + That gave a zest to pleasure, and heighten'd each delight." + Whereto gave answer Gunther the far-renowned knight; + + +XVII + + "To all the world I cannot my bitter bale impart; + Bear it I must, and wrap it close in my inmost heart. + Bosom woes can only to bosom friends be said." + Thereat the hue of Siegfried wax'd both white and red. + + +XVIII + + He thus bespake the monarch, "I ne'er denied you aught, + And now will serve you truly, whate'er be in your thought. + Need you friends, King Gunther? no firmer friend than I. + Is it a deed of danger? I'll do it, or I'll die." + + +XIX + + "Now God reward you, Siegfried; your words they please me well; + E'en should your strength avail not this danger to repel, + There's comfort in such friendship as you have shown to-day. + Let me live a little longer, well will I all repay. + + +XX + + "And now my source of sorrow, Sir Siegfried, you shall know; + It comes of two proud princes, each my deadly foe, + Who me with war would visit, and all my lands o'errun, + A deed that here by warrior before was never done." + + +XXI + + "Take little thought," said Siegfried, "of them and their emprise; + Calm but your anxious spirit, and do as I advise. + Let me for you advantage as well as honor win, + And bid at once to aid you your warriors hasten in. + + +XXII + + "If your o'erweening foemen can together call + Thirty thousand champions, I'll stand against them all + With but a single thousand; for that rely on me." + "For this," replied King Gunther, "I'm ever bound to thee." + + +XXIII + + "So from your army give me a thousand men at most, + Since I, who well could muster at home a gallant host, + Have here twelve comrades only; thus will I guard your land. + Count on true service ever from Siegfried's faithful hand. + + +XXIV + + "And Hagan too shall help us, and with him stout Ortwine, + Dankwart and Sindolt those loving lords of thine, + And fear-defying Folker shall our companion be; + He shall bear our banner; better none than he." + + +XXV + + And forthwith did the envoys back to their lords return: + "Tell them they soon shall see us, and to their cost shall learn + How we devise protection for castle and for town." + Straight call'd the king his kinsmen and the suitors of his crown. + + +XXVI + + The messengers of Ludeger before th' assembly went; + They heard with joy and gladness that home they would be sent. + With costly presents Gunther their parting steps pursued, + And with them sent an escort; this rais'd full high their mood. + + +XXVII + + "Ye messengers," said Gunther, "thus to your masters say, + They'd best be pricking homeward as quickly as they may; + Or, should they please to seek us among our liegemen true, + Let but our friends be faithful, we'll find them work to do." + + +XXVIII + + Then forth the costly presents to the messengers they bore; + Enough, be sure, and more, too, King Gunther had in store. + King Ludeger's men to take them in sooth were nothing coy; + Then leave they took of Gunther, and parted thence with joy. + + +XXIX + + Now when back to Denmark were come the envoys bold, + And to the stout King Ludegast had the tidings told, + How they of Rhine were coming, fierce war themselves to bring, + To hear of their high courage troubled sore the king. + + +XXX + + Said they, "Yon proud Burgundian has many a man of might, + But for the first and foremost we mark'd a matchless knight, + One that men call Siegfried, a chief of Netherland." + Ill foreboded Ludegast from such a foe at hand. + + +XXXI + + When to them of Denmark were these tidings told, + The more their friends they summon'd to muster manifold, + Nor press nor hasty message did stout Sir Ludegast slack, + Till twenty thousand champions were marching at his back. + + +XXXII + + Alike to brave Sir Ludeger did his Saxons throng, + Till they in arms had gather'd full forty thousand strong, + Ready at his bidding through Burgundy to ride, + Nor less at home did Gunther his men at arms provide. + + +XXXIII + + His kinsmen and his brethren he begg'd at once to speed, + And to the war that dar'd them their muster'd vassals lead, + And death-defying Hagan; they gather'd far and nigh. + Full many a chief thereafter that journey brought to die. + + +XXXIV + + They one and all were stirring; no loiterer was there; + The danger-daring Folker the standard was to bear. + To cross the Rhine they purpos'd and leave their native land. + Hagan the knight of Trony was marshal of the band. + + +XXXV + + With them, too, rode Sindolt, and with them Hunolt bold, + Both resolv'd by service to earn King Gunther's gold, + And Dankwart, Hagan's brother, and the brave Ortwine, + Alike would seek for honor in the march beyond the Rhine. + + +XXXVI + + "Sir King," said noble Siegfried, "here sit at home and play, + While I and your vassals are fighting far away; + Here frolic with the ladies and many a merry mate, + And trust to me for guarding your honor and estate. + + +XXXVII + + "Those foes of yours, that threaten'd as far as Worms to roam, + I will be their surety, that they shall bide at home. + So deep within their country we are resolv'd to ride, + To wail shall turn their vaunting, to penitence their pride." + + +XXXVIII + + From Rhine through Hesse advancing they rode upon their way, + Toward the Saxon country, where after happ'd the fray. + Far and wide they ravag'd, and fiery brands they toss'd, + Till both the princes heard it and felt it to their cost. + + +XXXIX + + They now were on the borders; then hasten'd every man, + When the stalwart Siegfried thus to ask began: + "Who shall be appointed to guard our company? + Sure ne'er was raid that threaten'd such ill to Saxony." + + +XL + + They answered, "Let to Dankwart the charge committed be + To guard the young and heedless; more nimble none than he. + We thus the less shall suffer from aught our foes design. + To him commit the rearward, and with him too Ortwine." + + +XLI + + "Myself alone," said Siegfried, "will ever forward ride, + Till I have found our foemen and all their strength espied. + Keep watch and ward unceasing till I this task have done." + Then donn'd at once his armor fair Siegelind's martial son. + + +XLII + + At parting he his people in charge to Hagan gave, + And with him eke to Gernot the prudent and the brave; + Then all alone went riding through the wide Saxon realm; + And soon that day he shatter'd the band of many a helm. + + +XLIII + + That mighty host next spied he, as wide encamp'd it lay. + It might his single puissance a hundred-fold outweigh. + Better than forty thousand were muster'd there for fight, + Sir Siegfried mark'd their numbers, and gladden'd at the sight. + + +XLIV + + Before the camp he noted a knight, that on his ground + Strong watch and ward kept heedful, and peer'd on all around. + At once of him was Siegfried, and he of Siegfried ware, + And each began on the other angrily to glare. + + +XLV + + Who was this watchful warder, now you shall be told. + At hand by him lay ready a flashing shield of gold. + Twas e'en the stout King Ludegast, that watch'd his gather'd might. + Fiercely upon the monarch sprung the stranger knight. + + +XLVI + + As fiercely too against him the fiery monarch sped; + In the flank of the war-horse each dash'd the rowels red: + The lance with all his puissance each level'd at the shield. + Ill chance befell King Ludegast in that disastrous field. + + +XLVII + + Beneath the spur blood-dripping the steeds together flew; + Champion clos'd with champion as though a tempest blew. + Then wheel'd they round full knightly; each well the bridle sway'd + Again they met unsated, and with blade encounter'd blade. + + +XLVIII + + Such strokes there struck Sir Siegfried, that all the field it rang; + At each, as e'en from torches, the fire-red sparkles sprang + From Ludegast's batter'd helmet. So strive they all they can + And either stormy champion in th' other finds his man. + + +XLIX + + At Siegfried too Sir Ludegast struck many a sturdy stroke; + Each on his foeman's buckler his gather'd fury broke. + Full thirty men of Ludegast's meanwhile had spied the fray, + But, ere they up could hasten, Siegfried had won the day. + + +L + + Thrice smote he the bright breast-plate, and pierc'd it through + and through; + Thrice the blood in torrents from the king he drew, + Those three strokes have ended that encounter keen. + Down sunk woful Ludegast grovelling on the green. + + +LI + + He straight for life sued humbly, and yielded up his claim + To all his lands, and told him that Ludegast was his name. + On this up came his warriors, who from afar had seen + The fight, that at the ward-post so fiercely fought had been. + + +LII + + Thence Siegfried thought to bring him, when sudden all the band + Of thirty set upon him; well then the hero's hand + Maintain'd his royal captive with many a mighty blow. + The peerless champion wrought them yet heavier loss and woe. + + +LIII + + He fought with all the thirty till all but one were slain; + To him his life he granted; he trembling rode amain, + And told the truth disastrous to all the gaping crew; + On his bloody helmet they might see it written, too. + + +LIV + + Woe were the men of Denmark to hear the deadly tale; + Their king too was a captive; this added bale to bale. + They told it to his brother; he straight to storm began. + Wroth was he to have suffered such loss by arm of man. + + +LV + + So by the might of Siegfried was Ludegast led away + To where the men of Gunther in watchful leaguer lay, + And given in charge to Hagan; when they came to hear + The prisoner was King Ludegast, they scarcely shed a tear. + + +LVI + + Now rear they bade the banner the bold Burgundian crew. + "Up!" cried the son of Siegelind, "more will be yet to do, + If there be life in Siegfried, and that ere day be done. + Woe to the Saxon mothers! they'll weep for many a son. + + +LVII + + "Ye hardy knights of Rhineland, take of me good heed. + Right through the ranks of Ludeger your valor will I lead. + You'll see by hands of heroes helmets cleft amain. + Shame shall they learn and sorrow ere we ride home again." + + +LVIII + + At once to horse good Gernot and all his meiny sprung, + At once the glittering banner to the breeze was flung + By the bold minstrel Folker riding in the van; + So moved they on to battle, war-breathing every man. + + +LIX + + No more than e'en a thousand went on the hard emprise; + With them twelve stranger champions. Now 'gan the dust arise + Along the paths they trampled; they rode by copse and field + And startled all the country with the flash of many a shield. + + +LX + + Against them with their myriads came on the Saxons bold. + Their swords they well were sharpen'd, as I have since been told. + Keen cut the temper'd weapons in their well-practised hands, + To guard from those fierce strangers their castles and their lands. + + +LXI + + The war-directing marshal led on the troop amain, + And thither too fierce Siegfried brought up the scanty train, + That had his fortunes follow'd from distant Netherland. + Busied that day in battle was many a bloody hand. + + +LXII + + Sindolt and Hunolt and noble Gernot too + In the fierce encounter many a champion slew, + Who, ere they felt their puissance, little thought to quail; + Many a noble lady then had cause to wail. + + +LXIII + + Folker and Hagan, and eke the fierce Ortwine, + Death-defying champions, dimm'd many a helmet's shine + With bloody streaming torrents that down began to run; + There too were by Dankwart mighty marvels done. + + +LXIV + + Every man of Denmark frankly tried his hand; + You might have heard a clatter ring throughout the land + Of shiver'd shields and sword-blades; 'sooth the work was rough, + And the hurtling Saxons damage did enough. + + +LXV + + Where the stern Burgundians plung'd into the strife, + Many a wound was given, and let out many a life. + The blood from that red slaughter above the saddles stood; + Woo'd as a bride was honor by heroes bold and good. + + +LXVI + + But louder still and louder in every hero's hand + Clash'd the keen-ground weapons, when those of Netherland + Behind their charging master rush'd into the fight. + On they came with Siegfried; each bore him as a knight. + + +LXVII + + Not a lord of Rhineland could follow where he flew. + You might see red spouting the riven helmets through + Sudden streams of slaughter where Siegfried smote around, + Till he at last King Ludeger before his comrades found. + + +LXVIII + + Thrice pierc'd he through the Saxons, and thrice return'd again, + From van to utmost rear-guard still trampling down the slain; + Nor was it long, ere Hagan came up his part to bear. + Down then must proudest champions before th' unconquer'd pair. + + +LXIX + + When the stalwart Ludeger saw noble Siegfried nigh, + Who in his hand wide-wasting ever heav'd on high + The storm-descending Balmung, and slew him many a slain, + Grimly frown'd the monarch, and burn'd with wrath amain. + + +LXX + + Dire was the storm and struggle, and loud the sword-blades clash'd, + When both the thick battalions each on the other dash'd, + Each angry leader panting to meet in stern debate. + The crowd began to scatter; then fiercer rose their hate. + + +LXXI + + Well the Saxon ruler that day perform'd his part; + To know his brother taken cut him to the heart. + He heard it first reported, Gernot the deed had done, + But now he knew for certain, 'twas Siegelind's conqu'ring son. + + +LXXII + + So burly were the buffets which Ludeger dealt in field, + That Siegfried's panting charger under the saddle reel'd. + Soon as the steed recover'd, a fiercer passion stirr'd + His angry lord, and hotter through the red press he spurr'd. + + +LXXIII + + Then up to help him Hagan, and up good Gernot sped, + Dankwart and Folker; round lay in heaps the dead; + And Sindolt came, and Hunolt, and the good knight Ortwine. + Down sunk the Saxons trampled by the warriors of the Rhine. + + +LXXIV + + Close fought the chiefs, unsever'd 'spite of the hurtling bands + Then might you see the lances from mightiest heroes' hands + Fly o'er the nodding helmets, and pierce the bucklers through; + Many a glittering armor was dyed a bloody hue. + + +LXXV + + In the fierce encounter many a mighty man + Tumbled from the saddle; each on th' other ran + Ludeger and Siegfried, each the other's peer; + Many a shaft was flying, whizzing many a spear. + + +LXXVI + + Off flew Ludeger's shield-plate by dint of Siegfried's hand. + Then look'd at last for conquest the knight of Netherland + Over the struggling Saxons, such force was in that stroke. + Then too how many a breast-plate the strong-arm'd Dankwart broke! + + +LXXVII + + Just then it chanc'd King Ludeger had a crown espied + Painted upon the buckler that guarded Siegfried's side. + Straight knew the astonish'd Saxon, 'twas he, the mighty man, + And to his friends the hero to call aloud began. + + +LXXVIII + + "Stop! stop! enough of fighting, my merry men each one! + Here in this bloody battle I've met with Siegmund's son. + The chief-destroying Siegfried for certain seen have I. + The devil has sent him hither to harry Saxony." + + +LXXIX + + He bade them lower the banners; forthwith they lower'd them all; + And peace he then demanded; 'twas granted at his call; + But go he must a pris'ner to good King Gunther's land; + This was from him extorted by Siegfried's conqu'ring hand. + + +LXXX + + With one accord agreeing the bloody strife they left; + The shining shields all shiver'd, the helmets hack'd and cleft + They laid aside o'er-wearied; whatever down they threw + Bore from Burgundian falchions a stain of bloody hue. + + +LXXXI + + They took whome'er it pleas'd them, none could their will gainsay. + Gernot and valiant Hagan at once bade bear away + The faint and feeble wounded, and with them carried then + Off to the Rhine as captives five hundred chosen men. + + +LXXXII + + With wailing back to Denmark the bootless warriors came; + The late o'erweening Saxons bore off but loss and shame + From that disastrous struggle; each hung his pensive head. + They last their friends remember'd, and sorrow'd for the dead. + + +LXXXIII + + Anon they bade the sumpters be loaded for the Rhine; + And thus victorious Siegfried his perilous design + Had brought to full performance; well had he done in fight; + This every man of Gunther allow'd him as of right. + + +LXXXIV + + To Worms straight did a message from good Sir Gernot come, + To tell throughout the country to all his friends at home + Whate'er in that encounter to him and his befell, + And how they all their duty had knightly done and well. + + +LXXXV + + The youths they ran their swiftest, and nois'd abroad the whole. + Then laugh'd who late lamented; delight succeeded dole. + All bosoms straight were beating to learn the news they bore, + And every noble lady would ask them o'er and o'er, + + +LXXXVI + + How the knights of Gunther in Saxony had sped. + Then too the lovelorn Kriemhild had one in secret led + (For publicly she durst not) to a distant bower apart, + For she would learn how far'd it with the chosen of her heart. + + +LXXXVII + + Soon as to the chamber the melancholy maid + Saw the youth approaching, sweetly thus she said, + "Now tell me happy tidings, and I'll give thee gold in store, + And if 'tis truth thou tell'st me, I'll befriend thee evermore. + + +LXXXVIII + + "Tell me how in battle my brother Gernot sped, + And all our friends around him; is any of them dead? + Who prov'd the best and bravest? this thou must tell me true." + "No coward," the youth made answer, "had we in all the crew; + + +LXXXIX + + "But sure to fight or foray (the simple truth to tell) + Fair and noble princess! rode never knight so well + As the noble stranger from distant Netherland. + Wonders that mock believing were wrought by Siegfried's hand. + + +XC + + "However well the others have borne them in the fight, + Dankwart and Hagan, and all our men of might, + Howe'er deserv'd the honor, that other swords have won, + 'Tis a puff of wind to Siegfried, King Siegmund's glorious son. + + +XCI + + "Well plied the rest the falchion, and wielded well the spear, + But ne'er from tongue of mortal expect at full to hear + What feats were done by Siegfried, when he broke + the squadrons through; + Those feats the weeping sisters of slaughter'd brethren rue. + + +XCII + + "There lay the heart's-beloved of many a mourning bride; + Beneath his sounding sword-strokes cleft morions, gaping wide, + Let out the ruddy life-blood gushing fearfully. + Sir Siegfried is in all things the flower of chivalry. + + +XCIII + + "There too won no small worship the knight of Metz, Ortwine; + Whomever reach'd the warrior with keen-edg'd falchion fine, + Down went they from the war-horse, some wounded, others dead. + There too your valiant brother as wide the slaughter spread, + + +XCIV + + "As e'er was done, believe me, since armies met in fight; + So much must all men witness of that redoubted knight. + There too the proud Burgundians so nobly strove for fame, + That well they have assur'd them from every taint of blame. + + +XCV + + "Before their level'd lances was many a saddle void; + Around the field re-echoed when they the sword employ'd. + The noble knights of Rhineland fought so well that day, + Their foes had sure done wiser at once to flee away. + + +XCVI + + "The gallant men of Trony did deeds they well may boast + When with united squadrons to battle rode the host. + What numbers fell by Hagan and Hagan's chivalry! + Long shall their glory flourish here in broad Burgundy. + + +XCVII + + "Sindolt and Hunolt, each Gernot's liegemen true, + And never-daunted Rumolt so rush'd the foemen through, + That ever will King Ludeger repent his vain design + To meet your royal brethren on the banks of Rhine. + + +XCVIII + + "But of all feats, the fairest, that in that field befell, + From first to last most glorious, as all who saw can tell, + Were those achiev'd full knightly by Siegfried's deadly hand. + Now many a wealthy captive brings he to Gunther's land. + + +XCIX + + "Beneath his arm, submission the brother kings have learn'd; + Proud Dane and haughty Saxon alike defeat have earn'd; + Dead lie their loving vassals wide o'er the bloody green. + Now to my tale yet listen, high and noble queen! + + +C + + "Now both are hither wending, the thralls of Siegfried's hand; + Chief ne'er such countless captives brought to Burgundian land, + As now to Rhine are coming, o'ermastered by his might." + Ne'er heard the royal maiden a tale of such delight. + + +CI + + "More than five hundred prisoners, for truth, high lady! know, + Unhurt, are hither coming; full eighty biers, I trow, + Trail on the deadly wounded: you soon will see them here; + The most bear bloody witness of Siegfried's sword and spear. + + +CII + + "Those kings, who late so haughty would dare us on the Rhine, + Must now to Gunther's pleasure their lives, their all resign. + Our shouts salute their coming, our joy is on the gale." + She brighten'd into blushes to hear the happy tale. + + +CIII + + Her cheek, late pale as lily, now glow'd with rosy red, + To hear how youthful Siegfried so gloriously had sped, + Rais'd from the depth of peril to loftiest height of fame. + She joy'd too for her kinsmen as maiden well became. + + +CIV + + Then spake she midst her blushes, "Well hast thou earn'd thy meed, + Well hast thou told thy story, so take thee costliest weed, + Now straight I'll bid be brought thee ten marks of ruddy gold." + No wonder, to rich ladies glad news are gladly told. + + +CV + + Straightforth was brought the vesture, and down the gold was paid; + Then hurried to the windows full many a lovely maid, + And look'd out on the highway, nor long delay'd to spy + The high-descended victors return'd to Burgundy. + + +CVI + + The safe and sound came forward; the wounded did the same; + Merry was the meeting; none fear'd reproach or blame. + Forth rode the host to meet them; his mirth had no alloy; + The woe, that long had worn him, was now shut up in joy. + + +CVII + + His own full well receiv'd he, and well the strangers too; + Sure nothing so befitting could wealthy monarch do, + Than kindly greet such victors as now his court had sought + With gain of such clear honor from field so sternly fought. + + +CVIII + + Then ask'd the noble Gunther of the conquering train, + How many of his warriors had in the strife been slain. + There had been lost but sixty in the fight they won. + They were mourn'd and forgotten, as with many has since been done. + + +CIX + + Th' unwounded bore exulting, grim trophies of the field, + Full many a batter'd morion, full many a shiver'd shield. + Before the hall of Gunther from horse the champions sprung; + Around from joyful thousands one shout of welcome rung. + + +CX + + The warriors in the city were lodg'd as might be best; + The king with courteous service bade wait on every guest. + He found the hurt fit chambers for tendance and repose, + And prov'd his noble nature in the treatment of his foes. + + +CXI + + Thus he said to Ludegast, "King Ludegast, welcome here. + Much at your hands I've suffer'd, and more had cause to fear + But all's at full repaid me, if smooth my fortune run. + God requite my warriors! they well for me have done." + + +CXII + + "Ay, you may gladly thank them," said Ludeger, "'tis their due; + King ne'er had such high captives as they have won for you. + Meanwhile, for courteous treatment, good store of gold we'll bring, + And look for such reception as king may claim from king." + + +CXIII + + "Take what you ask," said Gunther, "both set I gladly free. + Still must I have assurance that here awhile with me + My foes consent to tarry, and do not leave my land + Till peace be made between us." To that King Ludeger gave his hand. + + +CXIV + + So now the kings to rest them were to their chambers led. + With tender care the wounded were softly laid a-bed, + While for the whole and hearty were pour'd the mead and wine. + Never were men so merry as these beside the Rhine. + + +CXV + + Attendants to safe keeping the batter'd bucklers bore, + The blood-bespatter'd saddles, whereof was plenteous store, + They hid, lest sight so sorry should make the women weep. + Many a good knight o'erwearied home was glad to creep. + + +CXVI + + The guests from good King Gunther all noble treatment found. + With friends as well as strangers his country swarm'd around. + He bade for the sore wounded all needful aid be sought. + Where was their haughty courage? how low it now was brought! + + +CXVII + + Whoe'er had skill in leechcraft was offer'd coin untold, + Silver without measure as well as glittering gold, + To cure the fainting champions by wounds of war oppress'd. + The bounteous monarch sent, too, rich gifts to every guest. + + +CXVIII + + Those who, of feasting weary, homeward sought to wend, + Were press'd to tarry longer, as friend will deal with friend. + King Gunther call'd a council; he would his men requite, + Who for his sake so nobly had won that gallant fight. + + +CXIX + + Then spake the good Sir Gernot, "At present bid them go. + When full six weeks are over, we'll let the warriors know, + We here shall need their presence at feasting rich and high; + Then will restor'd be many, who yet sore wounded lie." + + +CXX + + And now would noble Siegfried to Gunther bid adieu; + Soon as the friendly monarch the warrior's purpose knew + He lovingly besought him a longer stay to make. + He ne'er had so consented but for his sister's sake. + + +CXXI + + Besides, he was too wealthy to stoop to soldier's pay, + Albeit he well deserv'd it; him lov'd the more each day, + The king and all his kinsmen, who on the battle plain, + Had seen him deal destruction on Saxon and on Dane, + + +CXXII + + For the sake of that fair lady he yet would linger there, + If he perchance might see her; and soon was eas'd his care. + He came to know the maiden to his utmost heart's desire, + Then home he rode rejoicing to the kingdom of his sire. + + +CXXIII + + The king bade practise knighthood and joust from day to day, + Well did his youthful warriors and willingly obey. + Seats too before the city he rais'd along the strand + For those who were to visit the fam'd Burgundian land. + + +CXXIV + + So bade the royal Gunther, and now the time was near, + Ere came the joyful tidings to his fair sister's ear, + That he with his dear comrades high festival would hold. + Then were fair women stirring; their toil was manifold. + + +CXXV + + With kirtles, and with head-gear, and all that each should wear, + Uta, the rich and noble, amidst her maidens fair + Heard of coming warriors, a bold and haughty train; + Straight was from out the wrappers store of rich vesture ta'en. + + +CXXVI + + For the sake of her dear children the garments forth were laid, + Wherewith array'd were richly many a wife and many a maid, + And many a youthful champion of warlike Burgundy; + She bade, too, many a stranger be rob'd as gorgeously. + + + + +FIFTH ADVENTURE + + +HOW SIEGFRIED FIRST SAW KRIEMHILD + + +I + + Now might you ever daily see riding toward the Rhine + Troops of good knights ambitious at that proud feast to shine. + Whoe'er for love of Gunther to Gunther's court would speed, + Was at his hands provided with vesture and with steed. + + +II + + Assign'd were seats befitting to every high-born guest. + Thither, as has been told us, the noblest and the best + Came two and thirty princes to that high festal tide. + In gawds and gems the women each with her neighbor vied. + + +III + + Now here, now there was busy the youthful Giselher; + He and his brother Gernot each with his meiny there + Right hospitable welcome to friend and stranger made, + And every fitting honor to every warrior paid. + + +IV + + Full many a gold-red saddle, full many a sparkling shield, + With store of sumptuous vesture for that high festal field, + Were then convey'd to Rhineland; many an ailing wight + Grew merry again and gladsome to see so fair a sight. + + +V + + Each, who in bed lay wounded, though like to yield his breath, + Could now no more remember the bitterness of death. + By the sick the healthy could now no longer stay; + Comrade laugh'd with comrade against the festal day + + +VI + + On the good entertainment prepar'd for young and old; + Measureless contentment, enjoyment manifold + Enliven'd all the people, and spread from band to band. + The note of pleasure echoed through all King Gunther's land + + +VII + + 'Twas on a Whitsun' morning the warriors you might see, + Five thousand men or better, fair pricking o'er the lea, + Yclad in courtly raiment, to that high festival, + In jollity and pastime were vying one and all. + + +VIII + + Right well had mark'd King Gunther, who love could understand, + What heartfelt love impassion'd the knight of Netherland, + E'en though he ne'er had seen her, his peerless sister bare, + The maid proclaim'd by all men the fairest of the fair. + + +IX + + Said he, "Now all advise me, kinsmen and men of mine, + How best of this high tourney to perfect the design, + So that our earnest efforts henceforth none may blame. + 'Tis but on deeds deserving that rests enduring fame." + + +X + + He scarce had thus address'd them, when answer'd bold Ortwine, + "Would you, O King! full honor to this high feast assign, + Bring forth our choicest treasures to this proud chivalry, + The matrons and the maidens of our fair Burgundy. + + +XI + + "What more the heart enraptures, or courage more inflames + Than to look on lovely damsels, on high and stately dames? + Bid too come forth your sister to feast each stranger's sight." + Well was approv'd the counsel by each surrounding knight. + + +XII + + "'Tis well advis'd," said Gunther, "I straight will do my part." + Whoever heard his answer was inly glad at heart. + Then bade he Lady Uta and her fair daughter call + To grace the court and tourney, them and their maidens all. + + +XIII + + In haste through all the presses for rich attire they sought, + What lay in wrappers folded alike to light was brought, + Bracelets and clasps and brooches all ready forth were laid. + Soon deck'd in all her choicest was every noble maid. + + +XIV + + Many a young knight that morning, within his flutt'ring breast, + Long'd, that on him, contented, bright beauty's glance might rest; + Such glance he would not barter for all a king can own. + Each look'd on each full gladly, albeit before unknown. + + +XV + + Then bade the wealthy monarch with royal pomp and state + Of his men a hundred on his sister wait, + His and the maiden's kinsmen; each carried sword in hand. + These were the chosen courtiers of Burgundy's fair land. + + +XVI + + With her the wealthy Uta there coming too was seen; + She had with her in waiting of fair and stately mien, + A hundred dames or better, all gorgeously array'd. + Her daughter, too, was followed by many a noble maid. + + +XVII + + On from bower advancing they came in fair array; + Much press was there of heroes along the crowded way + Through anxious glad expectance to see that beauty rare, + The fairest and the noblest of the noble and the fair. + + +XVIII + + Now went she forth, the loveliest, as forth the morning goes + From misty clouds out-beaming; then all his weary woes + Left him, in heart who bore her, and so, long time, had done. + He saw there stately standing the fair, the peerless one. + + +XIX + + Many a stone full precious flash'd from her vesture bright; + Her rosy blushes darted a softer, milder light. + Whate'er might be his wishes, each could not but confess, + He ne'er on earth had witness'd such perfect loveliness. + + +XX + + As the moon arising outglitters every star + That through the clouds so purely glimmers from afar, + E'en so love-breathing Kriemhild dimm'd every beauty nigh. + Well might at such a vision many a bold heart beat high. + + +XXI + + Rich chamberlains before them march'd on in order due; + Around th' high-mettled champions close and closer drew, + Each pressing each, and struggling to see the matchless maid. + Then inly was Sir Siegfried both well and ill apaid. + + +XXII + + Within himself thus thought he: "How could I thus misdeem + That I should dare to woo thee? sure 'twas an idle dream! + Yet, rather than forsake thee, far better were I dead." + Thus thinking, thus impassion'd, wax'd he ever white and red. + + +XXIII + + So stood the son of Siegelind in matchless grace array'd, + As though upon a parchment in glowing hues portray'd + By some good master's cunning; all own'd, and could no less, + Eye had not seen a pattern of such fair manliness. + + +XXIV + + Those, who the dames attended, bade all around make way; + Straight did the gentle warriors, as such became, obey. + There many a knight, enraptur'd, saw many a dame in place + Shine forth in bright perfection of courtliness and grace. + + +XXV + + Then the bold Burgundian, Sir Gernot, spoke his thought, + "Him, who in hour of peril his aid so frankly brought, + Requite, dear brother Gunther, as fits both him and you, + Before this fair assembly; th' advice I give, I ne'er shall rue. + + +XXVI + + "Bid Siegfried come to Kriemhild; let each the other meet; + 'Twill sure be to our profit, if she the warrior greet. + 'Twill make him ours forever, this man of matchless might, + If she but give him greeting, who never greeted knight." + + +XXVII + + Then went King Gunther's kinsmen, a high-born haughty band, + And found, and fair saluted the knight of Netherland. + "The king to court invites you; such favor have you won; + His sister there will greet you; this to honor you is done." + + +XXVIII + + Glad man was then Sir Siegfried at this unlook'd-for gain; + His heart was full of pleasure without alloy of pain, + To see and meet so friendly fair Uta's fairer child. + Then greeted she the warrior maidenly and mild. + + +XXIX + + There stood he, the high-minded, beneath her star-bright eye, + His cheek as fire all glowing; then said she modestly, + "Sir Siegfried, you are welcome, noble knight and good!" + Yet loftier at that greeting rose his lofty mood. + + +XXX + + He bow'd with soft emotion, and thank'd the blushing fair; + Love's strong constraint together impelled th' enamour'd pair; + Their longing eyes encountered, their glances, every one, + Bound knight and maid for ever, yet all by stealth was done. + + +XXXI + + That in the warmth of passion he press'd her lily hand, + I do not know for certain, but well can understand. + 'Twere surely past believing they ventur'd not on this; + Two loving hearts, so meeting, else had done amiss. + + +XXXII + + No more in pride of summer nor in bloom of May + Knew he such heart-felt pleasure as on this happy day, + When she, than May more blooming, more bright than summer's pride, + His own, a dream no longer, was standing by his side. + + +XXXIII + + Then thought full many a champion, "Would this had happ'd to me + To be with lovely Kriemhild as Siegfried now I see, + Or closer e'en than Siegfried; well were I then, I ween." + Never yet was champion who so deserv'd a queen. + + +XXXIV + + Whate'er the king or country of the guests assembled there, + All could look on nothing save on that gentle pair. + Now 'twas allow'd that Kriemhild the peerless knight should kiss. + Ne'er in the world had drain'd he so full a draught of bliss. + + +XXXV + + Then spake the King of Denmark the gather'd crowd before, + "Because of this high greeting lie many wounded sore, + As I know to my sorrow, by Siegfried's might and main. + God grant, he ne'er to Denmark may find his way again." + + +XXXVI + + Then 'twas proclaim'd on all sides to make for Kriemhild way; + Straight went to church the maiden in royal rich array + With a bold train of warriors, a fair and courtly sight. + There soon from her was parted the lofty-minded knight. + + +XXXVII + + She now the minster enter'd; her follow'd many a dame; + There so her stately beauty her rich attire became, + That droop'd each high aspiring, born but at once to die. + Sure was that maid created to ravish every eye. + + +XXXVIII + + Scarce could wait Sir Siegfried till the mass was sung. + Well might he thank his fortune, that, all those knights among, + To him inclined the maiden whom still in heart he bore, + While he to her, as fitted, return'd as much or more. + + +XXXIX + + When now before the minster after the mass she stood, + Again to come beside her was call'd the champion good. + Then first by that sweet maiden thanks to the knight were given, + That he before his comrades so warrior-like had striven. + + +XL + + "God you reward, Sir Siegfried!" said the noble child, + "For all your high deservings in honor's beadroll fil'd, + The which I know from all men have won you fame and grace." + Sir Siegfried, love-bewilder'd, look'd Kriemhild in the face. + + +XLI + + "Ever," said he, "your brethren I'll serve as best I may, + Nor once, while I have being, will head on pillow lay, + Till I have done to please them whate'er they bid me do, + And this, my lady Kriemhild, is all for love of you." + + +XLII + + For twelve days the maiden each successive day + With the knight beside her took to court her way, + While, as they pass'd together, their friends were looking on. + Out of love to Siegfried was this fair service done. + + +XLIII + + From morn was there to evening and day by day withal + Shouting and merry-making about King Gunther's hall, + Within, without, from joyance of many a mighty man. + Ortwine and valiant Hagan high wonders there began. + + +XLIV + + Whatever sports they wish'd for were ready at their will; + Of each, as each had liking, each might take his fill. + Thus proved were Gunther's warriors by stranger chivalry, + Whence fame accrued and honor to all broad Burgundy. + + +XLV + + They too, who lay sore wounded, crept forth to the free air; + They long'd with loving comrades the gentle sports to share, + To skirmish with the buckler, and hurl the spear amain; + And most through such fair pastime came to full strength again. + + +XLVI + + The host of that high festal all and some had cheer + With meats and drinks the choicest; he kept him ever clear + From blame or ought unkingly in action or intent; + And now with friendly purpose to his guests he went. + + +XLVII + + Said he, "Good knights and noble, ere you hence retire, + Receive the gifts I offer, as proofs of my desire + In all I can to serve you, this I'm resolv'd to do; + Disdain not now the riches I'd gladly share with you." + + +XLVIII + + Straight the men of Denmark to the king replied, + "Ere hence we part and homeward to our own country ride, + A lasting peace assure us; such peace must captives need, + Who have seen their dearest comrades beneath your champions bleed." + + +XLIX + + Now whole again was Ludegast and all his gashes heal'd, + The Saxon too recover'd after that luckless field. + Some dead they left behind them entomb'd in Rhenish ground + Then thither went King Gunther where he Sir Siegfried found. + + +L + + To the good knight thus said he, "Now tell me what to do; + Early to-morrow morning ride home the Danish crew; + With me and mine from henceforth they seek to be at one; + Therefore advise me, Siegfried, what best is to be done. + + +LI + + "What these two monarchs offer, I'll to you declare; + As much as steeds five hundred of shining gold can bear, + That will they gladly give me to set them free at will." + Then answer'd noble Siegfried, "You then would do but ill. + + +LII + + "Better hence unfetter'd let both together go, + And that neither warrior henceforth as a foe + Venture to make entry on Burgundian land, + For this in full assurance let either give his hand." + + +LIII + + "Your counsel I will follow, thus let them home return." + His captive foes his message were not slow to learn, + No one their gold demanded which they had offer'd late. + Meanwhile their friends in Denmark mourn'd for their lost estate. + + +LIV + + Many a shield heap'd with treasure was brought at Gunther's call; + Among the friends around him unweigh'd he shar'd it all; + Five hundred marks or better each warrior home might bring; + This frank and liberal counsel bold Gernot gave the king. + + +LV + + Leave soon the guests were taking; their minds were homeward bent; + Then might you see how each one before fair Kriemhild went, + And eke where Lady Uta sat like a queen in place. + Never yet were warriors dismiss'd with so much grace. + + +LVI + + Empty was left each chamber as thence the strangers rode, + Yet still in royal splendor the king at home abode + With many a noble warrior and vassal of his court, + Whom you might see to Kriemhild day by day resort. + + +LVII + + And now the noble Siegfried leave to take was fain. + What he so deeply yearn'd for he little hop'd to gain. + It was told King Gunther that he would hence away. + 'Twas Giselher the youthful that won the chief to stay. + + +LVIII + + "Why would you leave us, Siegfried, noble friend and true? + Tarry here among us (what I entreat you, do) + With Gunther and his liegemen, warriors frank and free. + Here are store of lovely ladies, whom you may gladly see." + + +LIX + + Then spake the valiant Siegfried, "Lead in the steeds again; + Forthwith to ride I purpos'd, but now will here remain; + And back, too, bear the bucklers; indeed I homeward yearn'd, + But Giselher with honor my fix'd intent has turn'd." + + +LX + + So stay'd the bold Sir Siegfried for love and friendship's sake; + Nor surely could he elsewhere so gladly tarriance make + As at the court of Gunther, for there throughout his stay + The love-devoted warrior saw Kriemhild every day. + + +LXI + + Through her unmeasur'd beauty Sir Siegfried linger'd there; + His friends with many a pastime charm'd from him every care, + Save longing love for Kriemhild; this mov'd him oft to sigh, + This too thereafter brought him most miserably to die. + + + + +SIXTH ADVENTURE + +HOW GUNTHER WENT TO WOO BRUNHILD + + +I + + Beyond the Rhine high tidings again were nois'd around. + There many a maid was dwelling for beauty wide renown'd, + And one of these King Gunther, 'twas said, design'd to woo: + Well pleas'd the monarch's purpose his knights and liegemen true. + + +II + + There was a queen high seated afar beyond the sea; + Never wielded sceptre a mightier than she; + For beauty she was matchless, for strength without a peer; + Her love to him she offer'd who could pass her at the spear. + + +III + + She threw the stone, and bounded behind it to the mark; + At three games each suitor with sinews stiff and stark + Must conquer the fierce maiden whom he sought to wed, + Or, if in one successless, straight must lose his head. + + +IV + + E'en thus for the stern virgin had many a suitor died. + This heard a noble warrior who dwelt the Rhine beside, + And forthwith resolv'd he to win her for his wife. + Thereby full many a hero thereafter lost his life. + + +V + + Once on a day together sat with his men the king, + Talking each with the other, and deeply pondering, + What maiden 'twas most fitting for their lord to woo, + One who him might comfort, and grace the country too. + + +VI + + Then spake the lord of Rhineland: "Straight will I hence to sea, + And seek the fiery Brunhild howe'er it go with me. + For love of the stern maiden I'll frankly risk my life; + Ready am I to lose it, if I win her not to wife." + + +VII + + "That would I fain dissuade you," Sir Siegfried made reply, + "Whoe'er would woo fair Brunhild, plays a stake too high; + So cruel is her custom, and she so fierce a foe. + Take good advice, King Gunther, nor on such a journey go." + + +VIII + + Then answer'd thus King Gunther: "Ne'er yet was woman born + So bold and eke so stalwart, but I should think it scorn + Were not this hand sufficient to force a female foe." + "Be still," replied Sir Siegfried, "her strength you little know. + + +IX + + "E'en were you four together, nought could all four devise + 'Gainst her remorseless fury; hear then what I advise + From true and steadfast friendship, and, as you value life, + Tempt not for love of Brunhild a vain, a hopeless strife." + + +X + + "How strong she be soever, the journey will I take, + Whatever chance befall me, for lovely Brunhild's sake; + For her unmeasur'd beauty I'll hazard all that's mine. + Who knows, but God may bring her to follow me to the Rhine?" + + +XI + + "Since you're resolv'd," said Hagan, "this would I chief advise; + Request of noble Siegfried in this dread enterprise + To take his part among us; thus 'twould be best, I ween, + For none so well as Siegfried knows this redoubted queen." + + +XII + + Said Gunther, "Wilt thou help me, Siegfried tried and true? + To win the lovely maiden? What I entreat thee, do, + And if I only gain her to my wedded wife, + For thee I'll gladly venture honor, limb and life." + + +XIII + + Thereto answer'd Siegfried, Siegmund's matchless son, + "Give me but thy sister, and the thing is done. + The stately queen fair Kriemhild let me only gain, + I ask no other guerdon for whatever toil and pain." + + +XIV + + "I promise it," said Gunther, "and take in pledge thy hand, + And soon as lovely Brunhild shall come into this land, + To thee to wife my sister surely will I give, + And may you both together long time and happy live." + + +XV + + Then each they swore to th' other, the high-born champions bold, + Which wrought them toil and trouble thereafter manifold, + Ere to full completion they brought their high design, + And led at last the lady to the banks of Rhine. + + +XVI + + I have heard strange stories of wild dwarfs, how they fare; + They dwell in hollow mountains, and for protection wear + A vesture that high cloud-cloak, marvellous to tell; + Whoever has it on him may keep him safe and well. + + +XVII + + From cuts and stabs of foemen; him none can hear or see + As soon as he is in it, but see and hear can he + Whatever he will around him, and thus must needs prevail; + He grows besides far stronger; so goes the wond'rous tale. + + +XVIII + + And now with him the cloud-cloak took fair Sieglind's son; + The same th' unconquer'd warrior with labor hard had won + From the stout dwarf Albric in successful fray. + The bold and wealthy champions made ready for the way. + + +XIX + + So, as I said, bold Siegfried the cloud-cloak bore along. + When he but put it on him, he felt him wond'rous strong. + Twelve men's strength then had he in his single body laid. + By trains and close devices he woo'd the haughty maid. + + +XX + + Besides, in that strange cloud-cloak was such deep virtue found, + That whosoever wore it, though thousands stood around, + Might do whatever pleas'd him unseen of friend or foe. + Thus Siegfried won fair Brunhild, which brought him bitterest woe. + + +XXI + + "Before we start, bold Siegfried, tell me what best would be; + Shall we lead an army across the sounding sea, + And travel thus to Brunhild as fits a royal king? + Straight could we together thirty thousand warriors bring." + + +XXII + + "Whatever our band," said Siegfried, "the same would still ensue; + So savage and so cruel is the queen you woo, + All would together perish by her o'ermastering might; + But I'll advise you better, high and noble knight. + + +XXIII + + "As simple knights we'll travel a-down the Rhine's fair tide, + Two to us two added, and followers none beside. + We four will make the voyage, true comrades one and all, + And thus shall win the lady, whatever thence befall. + + +XXIV + + "I will be one companion, thou shalt the second be, + The third shall be Sir Hagan, in sooth a goodly three! + The fourth shall be Sir Dankwart that redoubted knight. + Trust me, no thousand champions will dare us four to fight." + + +XXV + + "Fain would I learn," said Gunther, "ere we hence depart + On the hard adventure, that so inflames my heart, + Before the royal Brunhild what vesture we should wear, + That may best become us; this, Siegfried, thou declare." + + +XXVI + + "Garments the best and richest that ever warriors wore + Robe in the land of Brunhild her lieges evermore; + And we should meet the lady array'd at least as well; + So shame will ne'er await us, when men our tale shall tell." + + +XXVII + + Then answer'd good King Gunther, "I'll to my mother dear, + That she and her fair maidens ere we for Issland steer, + May furnish us with raiment in full and copious store, + Which we may wear with honor the stately queen before." + + +XXVIII + + Hagan, the Knight of Trony, then spake in courtly wise, + "Why would you ask your mother such service to devise? + If only your fair sister our purpose understood, + She's in all arts so skilful, the clothes would needs be good." + + +XXIX + + Then sent he to his sister, that he'd to her repair, + And with him only Siegfried; ere they could thither fare, + Kriemhild in choicest vesture her beauty had array'd; + Little did their coming displease the gentle maid. + + +XXX + + And deck'd too were her women as them best became. + Now were at hand the princess; straight the queenly dame, + As she beheld them coming, rose stately from her seat, + And went the noble stranger and her brother, too, to greet. + + +XXXI + + "Welcome to my brother and to his comrade dear," + Said the graceful maiden, "your news I fain would hear. + Tell me what brings you hither, what deeds are now to do; + Let me know how fares it, noble knights, with you." + + +XXXII + + Then spake the royal Gunther, "Dame, I will tell my care. + We must with lofty courage a proud adventure dare. + We would hence a-wooing far over seas away; + For such a journey need we apparel rich and gay." + + +XXXIII + + "Now sit thee down, dear brother, and tell me frank and free," + Said the royal maiden, "who these dames may be, + Whom you would go a-courting in a distant land." + Both the chosen warriors then took she by the hand. + + +XXXIV + + Anon she both led thither where before she sat + On rich embroider'd cushions (I can vouch for that), + O'erwrought with goodly figures well rais'd in glitt'ring gold. + There they with the fair lady might gentle converse hold. + + +XXXV + + Many a glance of rapture, many a longing look, + As there talk'd the lovers, either gave and took. + He in his heart enshrin'd her; she was to him as life. + Thereafter lovely Kriemhild became bold Siegfried's wife. + + +XXXVI + + Then said to her King Gunther, "Right noble sister mine, + What I wish can never be but with help of thine. + We'll to the land of Brunhild to take our pastime there, + And must before the lady princely apparel wear." + + +XXXVII + + Then spake the queen in answer, "Right loving brother mine, + If ought I can will profit whatever end of thine, + Depend on me to do it; thou'lt find me ready still. + If any aught denied thee, 'twould please thy Kriemhild ill. + + +XXXVIII + + "Noble knight, thou should'st not, as doubting, ask and pray, + But, as my lord and master, command, and I'll obey. + Thou'lt find me, whatsoever thou hast in heart to do, + Not more a loving sister than a servant true." + + +XXXIX + + "Dearest sister Kriemhild, we must wear costly weed, + And therewith to equip us thy snowy hand we need, + And let thy maids their utmost upon the same bestow, + For sure my purpos'd journey never will I forego." + + +XL + + Then spoke the noble virgin, "Mark now what I say; + I've silk myself in plenty; on shields, as best you may, + Precious stones bid bring us to work the clothes withal. + Gunther and eke Siegfried bade bring them at her call. + + +XLI + + "And who are the companions," ask'd the royal maid, + "Who you to court will follow thus gorgeously array'd?" + "We're four in all," he answer'd; "two of my men beside, + Dankwart and Hagan, with us to court will ride. + + +XLII + + "And, dame, mark well, I pray thee, what I have yet to say. + Let each be well provided three changes every day, + And for four days successive, and all be of the best; + So back shall I wend homeward no scorn'd, dishonor'd guest." + + +XLIII + + So with kind dismissal away the warriors strode. + Then quick the fair queen summon'd from bowers where they abode + Thirty maids, her brother's purpose to fulfil, + Who in works of the needle were the chief for craft and skill. + + +XLIV + + Silks from far Arabia, white as driven snow, + And others from Zazamanc, green as grass doth grow, + They deck'd with stones full precious; Kriemhild the garments plann'd, + And cut them to just measure with her own lily hand. + + +XLV + + Of the hides of foreign fishes were linings finely wrought; + Such then were seen but rarely, and choice and precious thought; + Fine silk was sewn above them to suit the wearers well. + Now of the rich apparel hear me fresh marvels tell. + + +XLVI + + From the land of Morocco and from the Libyan coast + The best silk and the finest e'er worn and valued most + By kin of mightiest princes, of such had they good store. + Well Kriemhild show'd the favor that she the wearers bore. + + +XLVII + + E'er since the chiefs were purpos'd the martial queen to win, + In their sight was precious the goodly ermelin + With coal-black spots besprinkled on whiter ground than snow, + E'en now the pride of warriors at every festal show. + + +XLVIII + + Many a stone full precious gleam'd from Arabian gold; + That the women were not idle, scarcely need be told. + Within seven weeks, now ready was the vesture bright, + Ready too the weapons of each death-daring knight. + + +XLIX + + Now when all was ready, by the Rhine you might mark + Built with skill and labor a stout though little bark, + Wherein a-down the river to sea they were to go. + To the noble maidens their toil brought mickle woe. + + +L + + When now 'twas told the champions, that the vesture gay, + Which they should carry with them, was ready for the way, + And that nought impeded their firmly-fixed design, + No longer would they tarry by the banks of Rhine. + + +LI + + So to their loving comrades a messenger was sent, + That they the goodly vesture might see before they went, + If it for the warriors too short were or too long. + Much thanks they gave the women when found was nothing wrong. + + +LII + + Whomever met the warriors, all could not but admire; + In all the world not any had seen such fair attire; + At Brunhild's court 'twould surely become the wearers well. + Of better knightly garments not a tongue could tell. + + +LIII + + Much thank'd was each fair seamstress for her successful toil. + Meanwhile, on point of parting for a far and dangerous soil, + The warriors would of Kriemhild take leave in knightly wise, + Whereat moist clouds of sorrow bedimm'd her sunbright eyes. + + +LIV + + Said she, "Why thus, dear brother, to foreign regions run? + Stay here and woo another; that were far better done, + Than on so dire a venture to set your fame and life. + You'll find among our neighbors a fairer, nobler wife." + + +LV + + Their hearts, I ween, foreboded what thence was to befall. + How spake they ever boldly, sore wept they one and all. + Their tears the gold o'ermoisten'd that on their breasts they wore; + So thick they from their eyelids stream'd down upon the floor. + + +LVI + + "To you," said she, "Sir Siegfried, at least may I resign, + To your faith, to your honor, this brother dear of mine, + That no mischance beset him in Brunhild's fatal land." + Straight promis'd he the maiden, and clasp'd her clay-cold hand. + + +LVII + + Then spake the loving champion, "Long as I have life, + Dismiss the cares, fair lady, that in your breast are rife. + I'll bring you back your brother safe and well a-pay'd; + Take that for sure and certain." Low bow'd the thankful maid. + + +LVIII + + Their golden-color'd bucklers were borne down to the strand, + With all their costly vesture, and softly led in hand + Were their high-mettled chargers; they now would straight depart. + Then many an eye was weeping, and throbbing many a heart. + + +LIX + + Fair maids stood at the windows as they hoisted sail; + The bark rock'd, and the canvas flapp'd with the fresh'ning gale. + So on the Rhine were seated the comrades frank and free; + Then said good King Gunther, "Who shall our steersman be?" + + +LX + + "I will," said noble Siegfried; "well all our course I know, + Well the tides and currents how they shift and flow. + Trust me, good knight, to pilot you and your company." + So from Worms and Rhineland they parted joyously. + + +LXI + + With that straight seiz'd Sir Siegfried a pole that lay at hand, + And with strong effort straining 'gan push off from the strand; + Gunther himself as ready took in hand an oar; + So fell off the vessel and parted from the shore. + + +LXII + + They had on board rich viands, thereto good store of wine, + The best that could be met with e'en on the banks of Rhine. + Their steeds in easy quarters stood tractable and still; + The level bark ran smoothly; nothing with them went ill. + + +LXIII + + Their sail swell'd to the breezes, the ropes were stretch'd and tight; + Miles they ran full twenty ere the fall of night. + With a fair wind to seaward down dropp'd the gallant crew. + Their dames had cause long after their high emprise to rue. + + +LXIV + + By the twelfth bright morning, as we have heard it told, + The winds the bark had wafted with the warriors bold + Towards Isenstein, a fortress in the martial maiden's land; + 'Twas only known to Siegfried of all th' adventurous band. + + +LXV + + Soon as saw King Gunther, wondering as well he might, + The far-stretch'd coast, and castles frowning from every height, + "Look! friend," said he, "Sir Siegfried, if thou know'st, declare, + Whose are all these fair castles, and all this land as fair. + + +LXVI + + "In all my life, assure thee, the simple truth to tell, + I never met with castles plann'd and built so well, + Anywhere soever, as here before us stand. + He must needs be mighty who took such work in hand." + + +LXVII + + Thereto made answer Siegfried: "Well what you ask I know. + Brunhild's are all these castles, this land, so fair a show, + And Isenstein this fortress; 'tis true what now I say. + Here will you meet, Sir Gunther, many a fair dame to-day. + + +LXVIII + + "I'll give you counsel, heroes! e'en as it seems me good; + Keep in one tale together; be this well understood. + To-day we must, as fits us, at Brunhild's court be seen; + We must be wise and wary when we stand before the queen. + + +LXIX + + "When we behold the fair one and all her train around, + Let but this single story in all your mouths be found. + That Gunther is my master, and I am but his man; + To give him all his longing you'll find no surer plan. + + +LXX + + "'Tis not so much for thy sake, I own, such part I bear, + As for thy sister Kriemhild's, the fairest of the fair. + She to me is ever as my own soul and life. + Fain do I such low service to win her for my wife." + + +LXXI + + With one accord they promis'd to do as he desir'd; + None through pride or envy to thwart his wish aspir'd. + So all took Siegfried's counsel, and sure it brought them good + Soon after, when King Gunther before Queen Brunhild stood. + + + + +SEVENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW GUNTHER WON BRUNHILD + + +I + + Meanwhile the bark had drifted unto the shore so high + Beneath the high-tower'd castle, that the king could spy + Many a maiden standing at every window there; + That all to him were strangers, was what he ill could bear. + + +II + + Forthwith he ask'd of Siegfried, his valiant friend and true, + "Know you ought of these maidens, whom here we have in view + Down upon us looking, though not, methinks, in scorn? + Whoe'er their lord they're surely high-minded and high-born." + + +III + + Him answer'd Siegfried smiling, "Now you may closely spy, + And tell me of these damsels which pleases best your eye, + And which, if you could win her, you for your own would hold." + "So will I," answer'd Gunther the hardy knight and bold. + + +IV + + "One see I at a window stand in a snow-white vest; + Around her all are lovely, but she's far loveliest. + Her have mine eyes selected; Sir Siegfried, on my life, + If I can only gain her, that maid shall be my wife." + + +V + + "In all this world of beauty thine eyes have chosen well; + That maid's the noble Brunhild, at once so fair and fell, + She, who thy heart bewilders, she, who enchants thy sight." + Her every act and gesture to Gunther was delight. + + +VI + + Then bade the queen her maidens from the windows go; + Them it ill befitted to stand a sight and show + For the rude eyes of strangers; they bow'd to her behest, + But what next did the ladies, we since have heard confest. + + +VII + + They rob'd them in their richest to meet the strangers' gaze; + Such, ever since were women, were ever women's ways. + Through every chink and loophole was levelled many an eye + At the unweeting champions, through love to peep and pry. + + +VIII + + There were but four together who came into the land. + The far-renowned Siegfried led a horse in hand. + This Brunhild at a window mark'd with heedful eye. + As lord of such a liegeman was Gunther valued high. + + +IX + + Then humbly by the bridle he held the monarch's steed, + Huge of limb and puissant and of the purest breed, + Till in the royal saddle King Gunther proudly sat; + So serv'd him noble Siegfried, which he too soon forgat. + + +X + + Then his own the warrior led from ship to shore; + He of a truth such service hath seldom done before, + As to stand at the stirrup, when another mounted steed. + Of all, close at the windows, the women took good heed. + + +XI + + To look upon these champions was sure a glorious sight; + Their horses and their garments were both of snowy white, + And both match'd well together; each bore a polished shield, + Which, still as it was shaken, flash'd around the field. + + +XII + + So forward rode they lordly to Brunhild's gorgeous hall: + Rich stones beset their saddles, their poeitrals, light and small, + Had golden bells down-hanging that tinkled as they went. + On mov'd the proud companions led by their bold intent. + + +XIII + + Their spears were newly sharpen'd as if to meet a foe; + Their swords of choicest temper down to the spur hung low; + Keen of edge was each one, and thereto broad of blade. + All this was mark'd by Brunhild, the chief-defying maid. + + +XIV + + With them together Dankwart and Hagan came ashore + 'Tis told us in old stories that these two warriors wore + Apparel of the richest, but raven-black of hue; + Ponderous were their bucklers, broad and bright and new. + + +XV + + Stones from the land of India display'd each gorgeous guest, + That ever gleam'd and glittered in the flutt'ring vest. + They left their bark unguarded beside the dashing wave, + And straight on to the fortress rode the champions brave. + + +XVI + + Six and eighty turrets saw they there in all, + Three palaces wide-stretching, and the fairest hall + Of the purest marble (never was grass so green), + Where with her fair damsels sat the fairer queen. + + +XVII + + Unlock'd was straight the castle, the gates flew open wide; + Up in haste to meet them Brunhild's liegemen hied, + And bade the strangers welcome to their lady's land, + And took his horse from each one and the shield from every hand. + + +XVIII + + A chamberlain then bespoke them: "Be pleas'd to give us now + Your swords and glitt'ring breastplates." "That can we ne'er allow," + Hagan of Trony answer'd, "our arms ourselves will bear." + The custom of the castle then Siegfried 'gan declare. + + +XIX + + "'Tis the use of this castle, as I can well attest, + That never warlike weapons should there be borne by guest. + 'Twere best to keep the custom; let th' arms aside be laid." + Hagan, Gunther's liegeman, unwillingly obey'd. + + +XX + + Wine to the guests they offer'd, and goodly welcome gave; + Then might you see apparel'd in princely raiment brave + Many a stately warrior, on to court that pass'd, + And many a glance of wonder upon the strangers cast. + + +XXI + + Meanwhile to fair Queen Brunhild one came and made report, + That certain foreign warriors had come unto her court + In sumptuous apparel, wafted upon the flood. + Then thus began to question the maiden fair and good: + + +XXII + + "Now tell me," said the princess, "and let the truth be shown, + Who are these haughty champions from foreign shores unknown, + Whom there I see so stately standing in rich array, + And on what hard adventure have they hither found their way?" + + +XXIII + + One of her court then answer'd, "I can aver, fair queen, + Of this stout troop of warriors none have I ever seen, + Save one, who's much like Siegfried, if I may trust my eyes. + Him well receive and welcome; this is what I advise. + + +XXIV + + "The next of the companions, he of the lofty mien, + If his power match his person, is some great king, I ween, + And rules with mighty sceptre broad and princely lands. + See, how among his comrades so lordly there he stands! + + +XXV + + "The third of the companions--a low'ring brow has he, + And yet, fair queen, you rarely a manlier form may see. + Note but his fiery glances, how quick around they dart! + Firm is, I ween, his courage, and pitiless his heart. + + +XXVI + + "The fourth knight is the youngest, he with the downy cheek, + So maidenly in manner, so modest and so meek. + How gentle all his bearing! how soft his lovely cheer! + Yet we all should rue it, should wrong be done him here. + + +XXVII + + "How mild soe'er his manner, how fair soe'er his frame, + Cause would he give for weeping to many a high-born dame, + Were he once stirr'd to anger; sure he's a warrior grim, + Train'd in all knightly practice, bold of heart and strong of limb." + + +XXVIII + + Then spake the royal Brunhild, "Bring me my vesture straight, + If far-renowned Siegfried aspire to be my mate, + And is hither come to woo me, on the cast is set his life; + I fear him not so deeply, as to yield me for his wife." + + +XXIX + + Soon was the lovely Brunhild in her robes array'd. + With their lovely mistress went many a lovely maid, + Better than a hundred, and all were richly dight; + For the noble strangers, I trow, a goodly sight. + + +XXX + + With them of Brunhild's warriors advanc'd a chosen band, + Better than five hundred, each bearing sword in hand, + The very flower of Issland; 'twas a fair yet fearful scene. + The strangers rose undaunted as near them came the queen. + + +XXXI + + Soon as the noble Siegfried met the fair Brunhild's sight, + In her modest manner she thus bespoke the knight. + "You're welcome, good Sir Siegfried; now, if it please you, show + What cause has brought you hither; that I would gladly know." + + +XXXII + + "A thousand thanks, Dame Brunhild," the warrior made reply, + "That thou hast deign'd to greet me before my better nigh, + Before this noble hero, to whom I must give place. + He is my lord and master; his rather be the grace. + + +XXXIII + + "On the Rhine is his kingdom; what should I further say? + Through love of thee, fair lady, we've sail'd this weary way. + He is resolv'd to woo thee whatever thence betide; + So now betimes bethink thee; he'll ne'er renounce his bride. + + +XXXIV + + "The monarch's name is Gunther, a rich and mighty king; + This will alone content him, thee to the Rhine to bring. + For thee above the billows with him I've hither run; + Had he not been my master, this would I ne'er have done." + + +XXXV + + Said she, "If he's thy master, and thou, it seems, his man, + Let him my games encounter, and win me if he can. + If he in all be victor, his wedded wife am I. + If I in one surpass him, he and you all shall die." + + +XXXVI + + Then spake the Knight of Trony, "Come, lady, let us see + The games that you propose us; ere you the conqueress be, + Of my good lord King Gunther, hard must you toil, I ween. + He trusts with full assurance to win so fair a queen." + + +XXXVII + + "He must cast the stone beyond me, and after it must leap, + Then with me shoot the javelin; too quick a pace you keep; + Stop, and awhile consider, and reckon well the cost," + The warrioress made answer, "ere life and fame be lost." + + +XXXVIII + + Siegfried in a moment to the monarch went; + To the queen he bade him tell his whole intent. + "Never fear the future, cast all cares away; + My trains shall keep you harmless, do Brunhild what she may." + + +XXXIX + + Then spake the royal Gunther, "Fair queen, all queens before, + Now say what you command us, and, were it yet e'en more, + For the sake of your beauty, be sure, I'd all abide. + My head I'll lose, and willing, if you be not my bride." + + +XL + + These words of good King Gunther when heard the royal dame, + She bade bring on the contest as her well became. + Straight call'd she for her harness, wherewith she fought in field, + And her golden breastplate, and her mighty shield. + + +XLI + + Then a silken surcoat on the stern maiden drew, + Which in all her battles steel had cut never through, + Of stuff from furthest Lybia; fair on her limbs it lay; + With richest lace 'twas border'd, that cast a gleaming ray. + + +XLII + + Meanwhile upon the strangers her threatening eyes were bent; + Hagan there stood with Dankwart in anxious discontent, + How it might fall their master in silence pondering still. + Thought they, "This fatal journey will bring us all to ill." + + +XLIII + + The while, ere yet observer his absence could remark, + Sudden the nimble Siegfried stepp'd to the little bark, + Where from a secret corner his cloud-cloak forth he took. + And slipp'd into it deftly while none was there to look. + + +XLIV + + Back in haste return'd he; there many a knight he saw, + Where for the sports Queen Brunhild was laying down the law. + So went he on in secret, and mov'd among the crowd, + Himself unseen, all-seeing, such power was in his shroud! + + +XLV + + The ring was mark'd out ready for the deadly fray, + And many a chief selected as umpires of the day, + Seven hundred all in harness with order'd weapons fair, + To judge with truth the contest which they should note with care. + + +XLVI + + There too was come fair Brunhild; arm'd might you see her stand, + As though resolv'd to champion all kings for all their land. + She bore on her silk surcoat gold spangles light and thin, + That quivering gave sweet glimpses of her fair snowy skin. + + +XLVII + + Then came on her followers, and forward to the field + Of ruddy gold far-sparkling bore a mighty shield, + Thick, and broad, and weighty, with studs of steel o'erlaid, + The which was wont in battle to wield the martial maid. + + +XLVIII + + As thong to that huge buckler a gorgeous band there lay; + Precious stones beset it as green as grass in May; + With varying hues it glitter'd against the glittering gold. + Who would woo its wielder must be boldest of the bold. + + +XLIX + + Beneath its folds enormous three spans thick was the shield, + If all be true they tell us, that Brunhild bore in field. + Of steel and gold compacted all gorgeously it glow'd. + Four chamberlains, that bore it, stagger'd beneath the load. + + +L + + Grimly smil'd Sir Hagan, Trony's champion strong, + And mutter'd as he mark'd it trail'd heavily along, + "How now, my lord King Gunther? who thinks to 'scape with life? + This love of yours and lady--'faith she's the devil's wife." + + +LI + + Hear yet more of the vesture worn by the haughty dame; + From Azagouc resplendent her silken surcoat came + Of all-surpassing richness, that from about her shone + The eye-bedimming lustre of many a precious stone. + + +LII + + Then to the maid was carried heavily and slow + A strong well-sharpen'd jav'lin, which she ever us'd to throw, + Huge and of weight enormous, fit for so strong a queen, + Cutting deep and deadly with its edges keen. + + +LIII + + To form the mighty spear-head a wondrous work was done; + Three weights of iron and better were welded into one; + The same three men of Brunhild's scarcely along could bring; + Whereat deeply ponder'd the stout Burgundian king. + + +LIV + + To himself thus thought he, "What have I not to fear? + The devil himself could scarcely 'scape from such danger clear. + In sooth, if I were only in safety by the Rhine, + Long might remain this maiden free from all suit of mine." + + +LV + + So thinking luckless Gunther his love repented sore; + Forthwith to him only his weapons pages bore, + And now stood clad the monarch in arms of mighty cost. + Hagan through sheer vexation, his wits had nearly lost. + + +LVI + + On this Hagan's brother undaunted Dankwart spake, + "Would we had ne'er sail'd hither for this fell maiden's sake! + Once we pass'd for warriors; sure we have cause to rue, + Ingloriously thus dying, and by a woman too; + + +LVII + + "Full bitterly it irks me to have come into this land. + Had but my brother Hagan his weapons in his hand, + And I with mine were by him, proud Brunhild's chivalry, + For all their overweening, would hold their heads less high. + + +LVIII + + "Ay, by my faith, no longer should their pride be borne; + Had I oaths a thousand to peace and friendship sworn, + Ere I'd see thus before me my dearest master die, + Fair as she is, this maiden a dreary corse should lie." + + +LIX + + "Ay," said his brother Hagan, "we well could quit this land + As free as we came hither, were but our arms at hand. + Each with his breast in harness, his good sword by his side, + Sure we should lower a little this gentle lady's pride." + + +LX + + Well heard the noble maiden the warrior's words the while, + And looking o'er her shoulder said with a scornful smile, + "As he thinks himself so mighty, I'll not deny a guest; + Take they their arms and armor, and do as seems them best." + + +LXI + + "Be they naked and defenceless, or sheath'd in armor sheen, + To me it nothing matters," said the haughty queen. + "Fear'd yet I never mortal, and, spite of yon stern brow + And all the strength of Gunther, I fear as little now." + + +LXII + + Soon as their swords were giv'n them, and arm'd was either knight, + The cheek of dauntless Dankwart redden'd with delight. + "Now let them sport as likes them, nothing," said he, "care I; + Safe is noble Gunther with us in armor by." + + +LXIII + + Then was the strength of Brunhild to each beholder shown. + Into the ring by th' effort of panting knights a stone + Was borne of weight enormous, massy and large and round. + It strain'd twelve brawny champions to heave it to the ground. + + +LXIV + + This would she cast at all times when she had hurl'd the spear; + The sight of bold Burgundians fill'd with care and fear. + Quoth Hagan, "She's a darling to lie by Gunther's side. + Better the foul fiend take her to serve him as a bride." + + +LXV + + Her sleeve back turn'd the maiden, and bar'd her arm of snow, + Her heavy shield she handled, and brandished to and fro + High o'er her head the jav'lin; thus began the strife. + Bold as they were, the strangers each trembled for his life; + + +LXVI + + And had not then to help him come Siegfried to his side, + At once by that grim maiden had good King Gunther died. + Unseen up went he to him, unseen he touch'd his hand. + His trains bewilder'd Gunther was slow to understand. + + +LXVII + + "Who was it just now touch'd me?" thought he and star'd around + To see who could be near him; not a soul he found. + Said th' other, "I am Siegfried, thy trusty friend and true; + Be not in fear a moment for all the queen can do." + + +LXVIII + + Said he, "Off with the buckler and give it me to bear; + Now, what I shall advise thee, mark with thy closest care. + Be it thine to make the gestures, and mine the work to do." + Glad man was then King Gunther, when he his helpmate knew. + + +LXIX + + "But all my trains keep secret; thus for us both 'twere best; + Else this o'erweening maiden, be sure, will never rest, + Till her grudge against thee to full effect she bring. + See where she stands to face thee so sternly in the ring!" + + +LXX + + With all her strength the jav'lin the forceful maiden threw. + It came upon the buckler massy, broad and new, + That in his hand unshaken, the son of Sieglind bore. + Sparks from the steel came streaming, as if the breeze before. + + +LXXI + + Right through the groaning buckler the spear tempestuous broke; + Fire from the mail-links sparkled beneath the thund'ring stroke. + Those two mighty champions stagger'd from side to side; + But for the wondrous cloud-cloak both on the spot had died. + + +LXXII + + From the mouth of Siegfried burst the gushing blood; + Soon he again sprung forward; straight snatch'd the hero good + The spear that through his buckler she just had hurl'd amain, + And sent it at its mistress in thunder back again. + + +LXXIII + + Thought he "'Twere sure a pity so fair a maid to slay;" + So he revers'd the jav'lin, and turn'd the point away; + Yet, with the butt-end foremost, so forceful was the throw, + That the sore-smitten damsel totter'd to and fro. + + +LXXIV + + From her mail fire sparkled as driven before the blast; + With such huge strength the jav'lin by Sieglind's son was cast, + That 'gainst the furious impulse she could no longer stand. + A stroke so sturdy never could come from Gunther's hand. + + +LXXV + + Up in a trice she started, and straight her silence broke, + "Noble knight, Sir Gunther, thank thee for the stroke." + She thought 'twas Gunther's manhood had laid her on the lea; + No! 'twas not he had fell'd her, but a mightier far than he. + + +LXXVI + + Then turn'd aside the maiden; angry was her mood; + On high the stone she lifted rugged and round and rude, + And brandish'd it with fury, and far before her flung, + Then bounded quick behind it, that loud her armor rung. + + +LXXVII + + Twelve fathoms' length or better the mighty mass was thrown, + But the maiden bounded further than the stone. + To where the stone was lying Siegfried fleetly flew; + Gunther did but lift it, th' Unseen it was, who threw. + + +LXXVIII + + Bold, tall and strong was Siegfried, the first all knights among; + He threw the stone far further, behind it further sprung. + His wondrous arts had made him so more than mortal strong, + That with him as he bounded, he bore the king along. + + +LXXIX + + The leap was seen of all men, there lay as plain the stone, + But seen was no one near it, save Gunther all alone. + Brunhild was red with anger, quick came her panting breath + Siegfried had rescued Gunther that day from certain death. + + +LXXX + + Then all aloud fair Brunhild bespake her courtier band, + Seeing in the ring at distance unharm'd her wooer stand, + "Hither, my men and kinsmen: low to my better bow; + I am no more your mistress; you're Gunther's liegemen now." + + +LXXXI + + Down cast the noble warriors their weapons hastily, + And lowly kneel'd to Gunther the King of Burgundy. + To him as to their sovran was kingly homage done, + Whose manhood, as they fancied, the mighty match had won. + + +LXXXII + + He fair the chiefs saluted bending with gracious look; + Then by the hand the maiden her conquering suitor took, + And granted him to govern the land with sovran sway; + Whereat the warlike nobles were joyous all and gay. + + +LXXXIII + + Forthwith the noble Gunther she begg'd with her to go + Into her royal palace; soon as 'twas ordered so, + To his knights her servants such friendly court 'gan make, + That Hagan e'en and Dankwart could it but kindly take. + + +LXXXIV + + Wise was the nimble Siegfried; he left them there a space, + And slily took the cloud-cloak back to its hiding-place, + Return'd then in an instant, where sat the ladies fair, + And straight, his fraud to cover, bespoke King Gunther there. + + +LXXXV + + "Why dally, gracious master? why not the games begin, + Which by the queen, to prove you, have here appointed been? + Come, let us see the contest, and mark each knightly stroke." + As though he had seen nothing, the crafty warrior spoke. + + +LXXXVI + + "Why how can this have happened," said the o'ermaster'd queen, + "That, as it seems, Sir Siegfried, the games you have not seen, + Which 'gainst me good King Gunther has gain'd with wondrous might?" + The word then up took Hagan, the stern Burgundian knight; + + +LXXXVII + + "Our minds indeed you troubled, our hopes o'er-clouded dark; + Meanwhile the good Knight Siegfried was busy at the bark, + While the Lord of Rhineland the game against you won; + Thus," said King Gunther's liegeman, "he knows not what was done." + + +LXXXVIII + + "Well pleas'd am I," said Siegfried, "that one so proud and bold + At length has found a master in one of mortal mold, + And has been taught submission by this good lord of mine. + Now must you, noble maiden, hence follow us to the Rhine." + + +LXXXIX + + Thereto replied the damsel, "It cannot yet be so; + First must my men and kinsmen th' intended journey know; + To bring my friends together, besides, 't were surely fit. + T' were wrong, methinks, so lightly my lands and all to quit." + + +XC + + So messengers in hurry through all the country went; + To liegemen, and to kinsmen, and all her friends she sent. + To Isenstein she begg'd them to come without delay. + And bade give all in plenty rich gifts and garments gay. + + +XCI + + Daily to Brunhild's castle early they rode and late, + In troops from all sides flocking, and all in martial state. + "Ay! ay!" said frowning Hagan, "ill have we done, I fear; + Surely 't will be our ruin to wait this gathering here. + + +XCII + + "Let her strength be only here together brought + (And of the queen's intentions we little know or naught), + If so her passion wills it, we're lost at once, I trow. + In sooth this dainty damsel was born to work us woe." + + +XCIII + + Then spoke the valiant Siegfried, "I'll undertake for all; + Trust me, what now you look for, that shall ne'er befall. + Safe and sound to keep you, I'll hither bring a crew + Of fierce, selected champions, of whom ye never knew. + + +XCIV + + "Inquire not of my journey; I hence must instant fare; + The little while I'm absent God have you in his care. + Again here will I quickly with a thousand men be found, + The bravest and the boldest that ever moved on ground," + + +XCV + + "Be sure then not to linger," the anxious Gunther said, + "For we meanwhile shall ever be longing for your aid." + "In a few days you'll see me at hand for your defence, + And tell," said he, "fair Brunhild, that you have sent me hence." + + + + +EIGHTH ADVENTURE + +HOW SIEGFRIED CAME TO THE NIBELUNGERS. + + +I + + Thence in his cloud-cloak Siegfried descended to the strand; + There he found a shallop, that close lay to the land; + Unseen the bark he boarded, that from the harbor pass'd + Moved by the son of Siegmund, as though before the blast. + + +II + + The steersman could see no man; yet the vessel flew + Beneath the strokes of Siegfried the yielding water through. + 'T was a tempest thought they, that drove it furious on. + No! 't was the strength of Siegfried, fair Sieglind's peerless son. + + +III + + All that day they were running, and all the night the same, + Then to a famous country of mighty power they came, + Days' journey full a hundred stretching far away, + The Nibelungers' country, where his hard-won treasure lay. + + +IV + + Alone the champion landed in a meadow wide; + Straight to the shore securely the little bark he tied, + And then went to a castle seated upon a hill, + To ask for food and shelter as weary travellers will. + + +V + + All found he barr'd and bolted as near the walls he drew; + Men both life and honor kept then as now they do. + The stranger all impatient began a thundering din + At the well fasten'd portal. There found he close within + + +VI + + A huge earth-shaking giant, the castle set to guard, + Who with his weapons by him kept ever watch and ward. + "Who beats the gate so stoutly?" the yawning monster ask'd; + His voice, as he gave answer, the crafty hero mask'd, + + +VII + + And said, "I am a warrior; open me the gate; + I'm wroth with lazy losels who make their betters wait, + While they on down are snoring as if they'd never wake." + It irk'd the burly porter that thus the stranger spake. + + +VIII + + Now had the fearless giant all his weapons donn'd, + Bound on his head his helmet, and in his monstrous hond + A shield unmeasur'd taken; open the gate he threw, + And his teeth grimly gnashing at Siegfried fiercely flew. + + +IX + + "How could he dare to call up men of mettle so?" + With that he let fly at him many a wind-swift blow, + That the noble stranger put back with wary fence. + At last upheav'd the giant an iron bar immense, + + +X + + And his firm shield-band shatter'd; scarce could the warrior stand, + He fear'd, though for a moment, grim death was close at hand, + With his enormous weapon the porter smote so sore, + Yet for his dauntless bearing he lov'd him all the more. + + +XI + + With the mighty conflict the castle rung around; + To th' hall of the Nibelungers reach'd the stunning sound. + At length the vanquish'd porter he bound with conquering hand. + Far and wide flew the tidings through the Nibelungers' land. + + +XII + + While in the dubious combat they both were struggling still, + Albric the wild dwarf heard it far through the hollow hill. + Straight he donn'd his armor, and thither running found + The noble guest victorious, and the panting giant bound. + + +XIII + + A stout dwarf was Albric, and bold as well as stout; + With helm and mail securely he was arm'd throughout; + A golden scourge full heavy in his hand he swung. + Straight ran he to the rescue, and fierce on Siegfried sprung. + + +XIV + + Seven ponderous knobs from th' handle hung, each one by its thong; + With these the dwarf kept pounding so sturdy and so strong, + That he split the shield of Siegfried to the centre from the rim, + And put the dauntless champion in care for life or limb. + + +XV + + Away he threw his buckler broken all and smash'd; + His long well-temper'd weapon into its sheath he dash'd, + To spare his own dependents his virtue mov'd him still, + And to his heart sore went it his chamberlain to kill. + + +XVI + + With mighty hands undaunted in on the dwarf he ran; + By the beard he caught him, that age-hoary man, + He dragg'd him, and he shook him, his rage on him he wreak'd, + And handled him so roughly, that loud for pain he shriek'd. + + +XVII + + Loud cries the dwarf o'ermaster'd, "Spare me and leave me free, + And could I ever servant save to one hero be, + To whom I've sworn allegiance as long as I have breath," + Said the crafty Albric, "you would I serve to death." + + +XVIII + + Then bound was writhing Albric as the giant just before; + The nervous grasp of Siegfried pinch'd him and pain'd him sore. + Then thus the dwarf address'd him; "Be pleas'd your name to tell." + Said he, "My name is Siegfried; I thought you knew me well." + + +XIX + + "Well's me for these good tidings," Albric the dwarf replied. + "Now know I all your merit, which I by proof have tried. + High rule o'er all this country well you deserve to bear; + I'll do whate'er you bid me; the vanquish'd only spare." + + +XX + + Then said the noble Siegfried: "You must hence with speed, + And bring me, of the warriors that best we have at need, + A thousand Nibelungers; them I here must view; + No evil shall befall you, if this you truly do." + + +XXI + + The dwarf and eke the giant the champion straight unbound; + Then ran at once swift Albric where he the warriors found. + The slumbering Nibelungers he wak'd with eager care, + Saying, "Up, up, ye heroes! ye must to Siegfried fare." + + +XXII + + Up from their beds they started, and instant ready made, + Nimble knights a thousand richly all array'd. + So flock'd they quick, where waiting they saw Sir Siegfried stand; + Then was there goodly greeting with word of mouth and clasp of hand. + + +XXIII + + Straight lit was many a taper; then the spiced draught he drank; + His friends, who came so quickly, he did not spare to thank. + He said, "You hence must instant far o'er the wave with me." + He found them for th' adventure as ready as could be. + + +XXIV + + Full thirty hundred warriors were come at his request; + From these he chose a thousand the bravest and the best. + Helmets and other armor were brought for all the band, + For he resolv'd to lead them e'en to Queen Brunhild's land. + + +XXV + + He said, "Good knights adventurous, to my words give heed. + At the proud court of Brunhild our richest robes will need. + There many a lovely lady will look on every guest, + So we must all array us in our choicest and our best." + + +XXVI + + "How?" said a beardless novice, "that sure can never be. + How can be lodg'd together so many knights as we? + Where could they find them victual? where could they find them vests? + Never could thirty kingdoms keep such a crowd of guests." + + +XXVII + + You've heard of Siegfried's riches; well could he all afford + With a kingdom to supply him, and Niblung's endless hoard. + Rich gifts were in profusion to all his knights assign'd. + Much as he drain'd the treasure, as much remain'd behind. + + +XXVIII + + Early upon a morning in haste they parted thence. + What prowest warriors Siegfried brought to his friend's defence! + Their armor darted radiance, their horses toss'd the foam. + Well equipp'd and knightly came they to Brunhild's home. + + +XXIX + + At the windows standing look'd out the maidens gay. + Then cried their royal mistress, "Can any of you say, + What strangers there far-floating over the billows go? + Their canvas they are spreading whiter far than snow." + + +XXX + + Then spake the king of Rhineland, "They're men of mine, fair dame, + Whom I left not distant, when late I hither came; + Since, I have bid them join me, and now you see them here." + The noble guests receiv'd them with good and friendly cheer. + + +XXXI + + Then might they see bold Siegfried, array'd in robes of pride, + Aboard a bark high standing, and many a chief beside. + Then said the queen to Gunther, "Sir king, what now shall I? + Greet the guests advancing, or that grace deny?" + + +XXXII + + Said he, "To meet them, lady, forth from your palace go, + That, if you're glad to see them, the same they well may know." + Then did the queen, as Gunther had said him seem'd the best, + And Siegfried in her greeting distinguish'd from the rest. + + +XXXIII + + They found them fitting quarters, and took their arms in charge; + The guests were now so many, that they were ill at large, + Such troops of friends and strangers flock'd in on every side. + So the bold Burgundians now would homeward ride. + + +XXXIV + + Then said the fair Queen Brunhild, "Him for my friend I'd hold, + Who'd help me to distribute my silver and my gold + Among my guests and Gunther's; no little store have I." + Bold Giselher's bold liegeman Dankwart straight made reply: + + +XXXV + + "Right noble queen and gracious, trust but your keys with me; + Your wealth I'll so distribute, all shall contented be, + And as to blame or damage, let that be mine alone." + That he was free and liberal, that made he clearly shown. + + +XXXVI + + Soon as Hagan's brother had the keys in hand, + Gold began and silver to run away like sand. + If one a mark requested, gifts had he shower'd so rife, + That home might go the poorest merry and rich for life. + + +XXXVII + + By th' hundred pounds together he gave uncounted out. + Crowds in gorgeous vesture were stalking all about, + Who ne'er had worn such splendor, and scarce so much as seen. + They told the tale to Brunhild; it fretted sore the queen. + + +XXXVIII + + Straight she spoke to Gunther, "Sir king, I've cause to grieve. + Your treasurer, I fear me, scarce a rag will leave + Of all my choice apparel, my last gold piece he'll spend. + Would somebody would stop it! I'd ever be his friend. + + +XXXIX + + "He wastes so, he must fancy in his wayward will + I've sent for death to fetch me, but wealth I can use still, + And what my father left me can waste myself, I ween." + Treasurer so free-handed never yet had queen. + + +XL + + Then spake the knight of Trony, "Lady, you must be told, + The king of Rhine has plenty of raiment and of gold, + And can of both so lavish, that we may well dispense + With all fair Brunhild's vesture, nor need bring any hence." + + +XLI + + "Nay, for my love," said Brunhild, "with gold and silken vests + Let me from all my treasure fill twenty travelling chests, + That when we come together in Burgundy to live, + This hand may still have something royally to give." + + +XLII + + Forthwith her chests were loaded with many a precious stone. + She o'er the work appointed a treasurer of her own. + She would not trust to Dankwart, Giselher's thriftless man. + Gunther thereat and Hagan both to laugh began. + + +XLIII + + Then spake the martial maiden, "Whom shall I leave my lands? + This first must here be settled by our united hands." + The noble monarch answer'd, "Who most is in your grace, + Him will we leave behind us to govern in our place." + + +XLIV + + One of her near relations was standing by the maid; + He was her mother's brother; to him she turn'd and said, + "Take to your charge my castles, and with them all my land, + Till I or else King Gunther give otherwise command." + + +XLV + + She chose a thousand heroes from all her chivalry + To the Rhine's distand borders to bear her company, + With the thousand champions from the Nibelungers' land. + They bown'd them for their journey, and hastened to the strand. + + +XLVI + + Six-and-eighty women, a hundred maidens too + She took with her from Issland; fair were they all to view. + They now no longer tarried; they ready were to go. + From those they left behind them what tears began to flow! + + +XLVII + + In manner as became her she left her native ground; + She kiss'd her nearest kindred who weeping stood around. + So with fair dismissal they came down to the shore. + To her father's country the maid return'd no more. + + +XLVIII + + With sound of all sweet music they floated on their way; + From morn to eve was nothing but change of sport and play; + The soft sea-breeze they wish'd for was fluttering in their sail; + Yet for that voyage how many were yet to weep and wail! + + +XLIX + + But still her lord deferring with maidenly delay + Brunhild reserv'd one pleasure to the fair wedding-day, + When home to Worms together the king and queenly dame, + Full flown with mirth and rapture, with all their heroes came. + + + + +NINTH ADVENTURE + +HOW SIEGFRIED WAS SENT TO WORMS + + +I + + Nine days had now the travellers been faring on their way, + When spake the knight of Trony, "Give ear to what I say. + We're slow to send the tidings of our adventure home; + Your messengers already should to Burgundy have come." + + +II + + To him replied King Gunther, "What you have said, is true, + And none should be so ready this very task to do, + As e'en yourself, friend Hagan; so ride unto my land; + None, I am sure, can better proclaim that we're at hand." + + +III + + Thereto gave answer Hagan, "Such duty suits not me; + Let me tend the chambers, and linger still at sea; + Or I'll stay with the women, and their wardrobe keep, + Till to the Rhine we bring them safe from the blustering deep. + + +IV + + "From Siegfried ask a journey of such a weary length, + For he can well perform it with his surpassing strength, + And, should he e'en refuse it, him to consent you'll move, + If you but beseech him for your sister's love." + + +V + + Straight sent he for the warrior; he came as soon as found; + Said Gunther, "Now we're coming home to my native ground, + Fain would I give quick notice by some sure friend of mine + To my sister and my mother that we approach the Rhine. + + +VI + + "This I entreat you, Siegfried; now do what I desire, + And I'll in full requite you, whatever you require." + But ne'er consented Siegfried, the never-conquer'd man, + Till in another fashion the king to ask began. + + +VII + + Said he, "Nay, gentle Siegfried, do but this journey take, + Not for my sake only, but for my sister's sake. + You'll oblige fair Kriemhild in this as well as me." + When so implor'd was Siegfried, ready at once was he. + + +VIII + + "Whate'er you will, command me; let naught be left unsaid; + I will gladly do it for the lovely maid. + How can I refuse her who my heart has won? + For her, whate'er your pleasure, tell it, and it is done." + + +IX + + "Tell then my mother Uta, the rich and mighty queen, + We in our dangerous journey right fortunate have been. + Inform my loving brothers, we have succeeded well; + And to my court and kindred the same glad tidings tell. + + +X + + "From my gentle sister nothing conceal'd must be; + Bear her the kindest greeting from Brunhild and from me. + Proclaim to every liegeman and every anxious friend, + That my heart's lingering longing I've brought to happy end. + + +XI + + "And tell my loving nephew, the knight of Metz, Ortwine, + That seats he bid in order be rais'd along the Rhine. + And do my other kinsmen to wit, both most and least, + That I will hold with Brunhild a gorgeous marriage-feast. + + +XII + + "Fail not to tell my sister, that soon as she shall hear + That I, returning homeward, with all my guests are near, + She well receive so kindly the lady of my heart, + And love and service ever shall be her's on Gunther's part." + + +XIII + + Leave then took Sir Siegfried of Gunther's haughty dame, + And of her fair attendants, as him well became, + And for the Rhine departed; never could there be + In all this world a better messenger than he. + + +XIV + + With four-and-twenty warriors to Worms he hotly sped; + King Gunther came not with him, when this abroad was spread, + The hearts of all his servants were wrung with mortal pain; + They fear'd, the might of Brunhild their noble king had slain. + + +XV + + Down sprang all from their horses; their thoughts were proud and high; + Straight the good young King Giselher ran to them hastily, + And Gernot his bold brother, soon spoke he, having eyed + The troop, and miss'd King Gunther from noble Siegfried's side, + + +XVI + + "Welcome to Worms, Sir Siegfried; tell us what news you bring, + What have you done with Gunther, our brother and our king? + I fear me, we have lost him, fierce Brunhild was too strong; + So has his lofty passion brought us but loss and wrong." + + +XVII + + "Away with fear and sorrow! to you and all his kin + My comrade sends his greeting; a conqu'ror he has been, + And safe and sound I left him; from him despatch'd I come + To bring the gladsome tidings to all his friends at home. + + +XVIII + + "You also must contrive it, for your's the task should be, + How I may straight your mother and your fair sister see, + To carry them the message that I receiv'd so late + From Gunther and from Brunhild; both are in best estate." + + +XIX + + Young Giselher then answer'd; "Go straight to them and tell + The tale you're charg'd to carry; 'twill please my sister well. + Fear for the fate of Gunther is heavy on her breast. + I'll vouch, that with the maiden you'll prove a welcome guest." + + +XX + + Then spake the noble Siegfried, "Whatever I can do + To serve her, she shall find me a willing friend and true. + Who now will tell the ladies, that I an audience crave?" + Giselher took the message, the high-born youth and brave. + + +XXI + + To the lovely maiden and the stately dame + Spoke the youthful warrior, when to their sight he came, + "Siegfried is come with tidings for our hearing meant; + Him my brother Gunther hither to the Rhine has sent. + + +XXII + + "By him he's charged to tell us, how stands it with the king; + Permit him then his message hither to court to bring; + Whate'er befell in Issland from him you'll truly know." + E'en thus the noble ladies still harbor'd fear and woe. + + +XXIII + + Up for their robes they started, and each herself array'd, + Then bade Sir Siegfried enter; he willingly obey'd, + For much he long'd to see them; then, ere the warrior spoke, + Silence the blushing Kriemhild with friendly accents broke. + + +XXIV + + "Welcome, Sir Siegfried, hither, boldest of the bold! + Where is my brother Gunther? straight be your tidings told. + I fear me, we have lost him, and here are left forlorn. + Woe's me unhappy maiden, that ever I was born!" + + +XXV + + Then spake the warrior, "Give me the guerdon of good news; + You weep for sake of weeping; so you fair ladies use. + I left him safe and hearty; of this assure you well. + He to you both has sent me the joyful tale to tell. + + +XXVI + + "To you, as best beseems him, with gracious kind intent + He and his bride their service, right noble queen, have sent. + And soon will both come hither, so dry your idle tears." + For many a day such gladness had never bless'd her ears. + + +XXVII + + Straight with her snow-white apron she wip'd her tears away, + And dried her eyes from weeping; then, once more fresh and gay + Began to thank the envoy for his happy tale, + That ended her deep sorrow and heart-consuming wail. + + +XXVIII + + She bade the knight be seated; nothing loth was he; + Then spake the lovely maiden; "'Twere no small joy for me, + Could I with gold reward you for what you just have said; + But you're for that too wealthy; take my good will instead." + + +XXIX + + "Were I," replied the champion, "the lord of thirty lands + Still would I take with pleasure a gift from your fair hands." + Straight said the modest damsel, "Then you shall be content." + So for the costly guerdon her treasurer she sent. + + +XXX + + Four and twenty bracelets she gave him for his fee, + Each set with stones full precious; yet so proud was he, + That he would not keep them, but gave the jewels rare + To her lovely maidens, whom he found in waiting there. + + +XXXI + + And then her mother greeted the noble warrior well. + "To both of you," replied he, "I yet have more to tell, + Whereof the king entreats you, and, if you but attend + To what he asks so dearly, he'll ever be your friend. + + +XXXII + + "His noble guests, he begs you, and his beauteous bride + Receive with kindly welcome, and forth to meet them ride + On the strand before the city. To you has sent the king + This true and gracious message, which I as truly bring." + + +XXXIII + + "I'm ready at his bidding," the lovely maid replied, + "Whatever I can to serve him shall never be denied, + So heartily and truly his pleasure will I do." + Then her love-kindled blushes glow'd a deeper hue. + + +XXXIV + + Never prince's envoy a heartier welcome won; + Had she dar'd to kiss him, fain would she so have done. + In loving wise he parted from th' unwilling maid. + Forthwith the bold Burgundians did as the warrior bade. + + +XXXV + + Sindolt and Hunoldt and Rumolt the good knight + Early and late were stirring as briskly as they might; + They rais'd the seats in order, such duty well they knew; + From side to side unwearied the royal servant flew. + + +XXXVI + + Ortwine of Metz and Gary, King Gunther's liegemen bold, + The marriage feast, that forthwith their master was to hold, + Proclaim'd to friends and neighbors; against the festal day + Every noble maiden prepar'd her best array. + + +XXXVII + + Adorn'd was all the palace, and richly every wall + Bedeck'd to grace the strangers; King Gunther's spacious hall + By the skill was furbish'd of many a foreign man; + With merriment and pastime the royal feast began. + + +XXXVIII + + By every road advancing with ceaseless press and din + Flock'd all to Worms together the royal brethren's kin, + Summon'd by hasty message to meet th' expected guests. + Then from the folded wrappers were ta'en the well-stor'd vests. + + +XXXIX + + Sudden spread the tidings, that now one might espy + Brunhild's friends advancing; straight rose a press and cry + 'Mong the Burgundian thousands, that waiting stood around. + Ah! what men of valor on either side were found! + + +XL + + Then spake the lovely Kriemhild, "My maidens fair and free, + Who at this reception must bear your part with me, + Let each her choice apparel search out from secret chest; + The matrons too I'd counsel to prank them in their best." + + +XLI + + Then forward came the warriors, and straight th' attendants told + To bring forth sumptuous saddles o'erlaid with ruddy gold, + Whereon might ride the ladies from Worms unto the Rhine. + Never was better horse-gear beheld, nor work so fine. + + +XLII + + What store of gold resplendent about the palfreys shone! + From their gorgeous bridles gleam'd many a precious stone. + Richly gilt side-saddles with trappings of bright hue + Were brought forth for the ladies, who gladden'd at the view. + + +XLIII + + Caparison'd all richly with silken housings rare + Was led a gentle palfrey for every lady there. + Each steed a silken poeitral (the silk was of the best + That e'er was spun or fashion'd) had hanging at his breast. + + +XLIV + + Six and eighty ladies, each a married dame, + With hairy bounds in fillets to lovely Kriemhild came, + Each radiant in her beauty, each in rich garb array'd; + Thither too in full adornment came many a blooming maid. + + +XLV + + Fifty and four, the fairest and of the best report + Of all, whose beauty honor'd the proud Burgundian court, + Went forth with glittering laces above their flaxen hair. + What Gunther had requested, all did with all their care. + + +XLVI + + The best stuffs and the richest, that e'er were found, they bore + To meet the stranger heroes; every robe they wore + With care and skill was chosen to suit their lovely hue. + He were a fool, who'd murmur at one of that fair crew. + + +XLVII + + Of sable and of ermine many a robe was there, + And many a sparkling bracelet o'er silken raiment fair + The wrists and arms encircled of many a lady gay. + The care, the taste, the splendor none might at full display. + + +XLVIII + + Many a glittering girdle, that rich and long down hung, + By many a snowy finger o'er gorgeous weed was flung + To bind the far-brought garment of stuff from Araby. + Each noble damsel's bosom swell'd high and joyfully. + + +XLIX + + In the tighten'd bodice many a smiling maid + Had laced herself full deftly; each were ill appaid + Did not her bright complexion outshine her vesture sheen. + A train so fair and graceful now has ne'er a queen. + + +L + + Soon as the lovely ladies for the joyful day + Had donn'd their rich apparel, forthwith, in meet array, + Of bold high-mettled warriors a mighty force drew near, + With many a shield bright-beaming and many an ashen spear. + + + + +TENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW BRUNHILD WAS RECEIVED AT WORMS + + +I + + Beyond the Rhine King Gunther, with many a well-arm'd rank + And all his guests about him, rode toward the river's bank; + You might see by the bridle led forward many a maid. + Those, who were to receive them, were ready all array'd. + + +II + + Soon as the men of Issland came to the shallops down, + And eke the Nibelungers, lieges of Siegfried's crown, + To th' other shore they hasten'd (busy was ever hand) + Where them the friends of Gunther awaited on the strand. + + +III + + Now hear, by wealthy Uta what a device was wrought. + Down with her from the castle a virgin train she brought, + That rode where she was riding in that procession bright; + So many a maid acquainted became with many a knight. + + +IV + + Kriemhild by the bridle the Margrave Gary led. + But only from the castle; then forward Siegfried sped, + And did that gentle service; fair was the blushing maid; + Full well for that thereafter the warrior she repaid. + + +V + + Ortwine, the fearless champion, rode by Dame Uta's rein; + Knights and maids together followed, a social train. + At such a stately meeting, all must confess, I ween, + So many lovely ladies were ne'er together seen. + + +VI + + Full many a famous champion careering you might spy + (Ill there were sloth and idless) beneath fair Kriemhild's eye + E'en to the place of landing; by knights of fair renown + There many a high-born lady from steed was lifted down. + + +VII + + The king was now come over, and many a worthy guest. + Ah! before the ladies what spears were laid in rest! + How many went in shivers at every hurtling close! + Buckler clashed with buckler; ah! what a din arose! + + +VIII + + Now might you see the ladies fast by the haven stand. + With his guests King Gunther debark'd upon the strand, + In his hand soft leading the martial maiden fair. + Then each on each flash'd radiance, rich robes and jewels rare. + + +IX + + With that the smiling Kriemhild forth stepp'd a little space, + And Brunhild and her meiny greeted with gentle grace. + Each with snowy fingers back her headband drew, + And either kiss'd the other lovingly and true. + + +X + + Then spoke in courteous manner Kriemhild the fair and free, + "In this our land, dear Brunhild, ever welcome be + To me and to my mother and all by us allow'd + For faithful friends and liegemen," Then each to th' other bow'd. + + +XI + + Next to greet Dame Brunhild approach'd Dame Uta too; + Oft she and oft her daughter their arms around her threw, + And on her sweet mouth lavish'd many a loving kiss. + Never was known a welcome so kind and frank as this. + + +XII + + Soon as Brunhild's women were all come to the strand, + Many a courtly warrior took by her lily hand + A lady fair, and gently her mincing steps upstay'd. + Now before Dame Brunhild stood many a noble maid. + + +XIII + + 'Twas long before the greeting had gone through all the list. + On either part in plenty rosy mouths were kiss'd. + Still the two fair princesses were standing side by side, + A pair with love and rapture by longing warriors ey'd. + + +XIV + + What erst had been but rumor, was now made clear to sight, + That naught had yet been witness'd so beautiful and bright + As those two lovely damsels; 'twas plain to every eye; + None the slightest blemish in either form could spy. + + +XV + + Whoever look'd on women with but the sight for guide, + Such for her faultless beauty prais'd Gunther's stately bride; + But those, whose thoughts went deeper, and div'd into the mind, + Maintained that gentle Kriemhild left Brunhild far behind. + + +XVI + + Now met the dames and damsels in friendly converse free; + Fair robes and fairer beauties were there in store to see; + Many a silk pavilion and many a gorgous tent + The plain before the city fill'd in its whole extent. + + +XVII + + King Gunther's kinsmen ceas'd not to press to that fair show. + And now was begg'd each princess from the sun to go + Close by, with their attendants, where shade was overhead. + By bold Burgundian warriors thither were they led. + + +XVIII + + Then clomb to horse the heroes, and scour'd the sounding field; + Many a joust was practised with order'd spear and shield; + Right well were prov'd the champions, and o'er the trampled plain, + As though the land were burning, the dust curl'd up amain. + + +XIX + + So all before the ladies display'd their skill and force. + Nor doubt I that Sir Siegfried rode many a knightly course + Before the rich pavilions, and, ever as he sped, + His thousand Nibelungers, a stately squadron, led. + + +XX + + Then came the knight of Trony by the good king's command; + In friendly wise he parted the jousters on the strand, + For fear the dust, now thick'ning, the ladies might molest. + Him with ready reverence obey'd each gentle guest. + + +XXI + + Then spake the noble Gernot, "Let each now rest his steed + Till the air be cooler, 't will then be our's to lead + These lovely ladies homeward e'en to the palace wide. + So keep yourselves all ready till it please the king to ride." + + +XXII + + Thus ended was the tourney, and now the warriors went + To join the dames and damsels beneath each lofty tent, + And there in gentle converse their grace and favor sought; + So flew the hours in pastime till of riding home they thought. + + +XXIII + + Now as drew on the twilight, when cooler grew the air + And the sun was setting, they would not linger there, + But up rose lords and ladies to seek the castle high; + Many a fair dame was cherish'd by many a love-lit eye. + + +XXIV + + So on the fair they waited as from good knights is due. + Then hardy squires, hot-spurring before the nobles' view, + After the country's custom rode for the prize of weed + As far as to the palace, where sprung the king from steed. + + +XXV + + There too the proud queens parted, each taking thence her way. + Dame Uta and her daughter with their handmaids gay + Into a spacious chamber both together went. + There might you hear on all sides the sound of merriment. + + +XXVI + + In hall the seats were order'd; the king would instant hie + With all his guests to table; beside him you might spy + His lovely bride, Queen Brunhild; her royal crown she wore + There in King Gunther's country; so rich was none before. + + +XXVII + + Seats were there plac'd unnumber'd with tables broad and good, + As is to us reported, full heap'd with costly food. + How little there was wanted that passes for the best! + There with the king was seated full many a noble guest. + + +XXVIII + + The chamberlains of Gunther in ewers of ruddy gold + Brought to the guests the water; should you be ever told + That at a prince's table service was better done, + 'Twere labor lost to say so, 't would be believ'd by none. + + +XXIX + + Then, ere the Lord of Rhineland touch'd the water bright, + Up to him, as befitted, went Siegfried the good knight, + And brought to him remembrance the promise made him there, + Ere yet afar in Issland he look'd on Brunhild fair. + + +XXX + + Said he, "You must remember what swore to me your hand, + That, soon as Lady Brunhild were come into this land, + To me you'd give your sister; your oaths now where are they? + On me throughout your journey much toil and travail lay." + + +XXXI + + "Well did you to remind me," the noble king replied, + "By what my hand has promis'd, I ever will abide, + And in this thing to serve you will do my best, my all." + Then sent he to beg Kriemhild to come into the hall. + + +XXXII + + Straight to the hall came Kriemhild begirt with many a maid, + When from the lofty staircase young Giselher thus said, + "Send back your maidens, Kriemhild, this business is your own; + On this the king our brother would speak with you alone." + + +XXXIII + + Then forward led was Kriemhild, as Gunther gave command, + Where stood the king, and round him from many a prince's land + Were noble knights unnumber'd; at once all silence kept; + At that same instant Brunhild had just to table stepp'd. + + +XXXIV + + Thence came it, she knew nothing of what was to be done. + Then to his gather'd kinsmen spoke Dankrat's royal son, + "Help me to move my sister Siegfried for lord to take." + "Such match," they all gave answer, "with honor she may make." + + +XXXV + + Then spoke the king to Kriemhild, "Sister, I ask of thee + From an oath to set me by thy kindness free. + Thee to a knight I promised; if thou become his bride, + Thou'lt do the will of Gunther, and show thy love beside." + + +XXXVI + + Then spake the noble maiden, "Dearest brother mine, + It needed not to ask me; whate'er command be thine, + I'll willingly perform it; so now, for thy sake, + Whom thou for husband giv'st me, fain I, my lord, will take." + + +XXXVII + + With love and eke with pleasure redden'd Siegfried's hue; + At once to lady Kriemhild he pledg'd his service true. + They bade them stand together in the courtly circle bright. + And ask'd her if for husband she took that lofty knight. + + +XXXVIII + + In modest maiden fashion she blush'd a little space, + But such was Siegfried's fortune and his earnest grace, + That not altogether could she deny her hand. + Then her for wife acknowledg'd the noble King of Netherland. + + +XXXIX + + He thus to her affianc'd, and to him the maid, + Straight round the long-sought damsel in blushing grace array'd + His arms with soft emotion th' enamour'd warrior threw, + And kiss'd the high-born princess before that glitt'ring crew. + + +XL + + On this up broke the circle, and to the feast they came; + There high-advanc'd Sir Siegfried sat with his spoused dame + Right opposite to Gunther; him many a vassal true + Serv'd at the board, and near him his Nibelungers drew. + + +XLI + + High at the feast sat Gunther and Brunhild by his side, + But woe was then the maiden, when Kriemhild she espied + Sitting by valiant Siegfried; she straight began to weep, + And her bright visage darken'd with shame and passion deep. + + +XLII + + Then spake the king of Rhineland, "What ails you, lady mine, + That your fair eyes are clouded, and dimm'd their beamy shine? + You rather should be merry, now that my liegemen true, + My country and my castles are subject all to you." + + +XLIII + + "Good cause have I for weeping," return'd the angry fair; + "My very heart is bleeding to see your sister there + Beside your lowly vassal sitting so content; + Never shall I cease weeping for such disparagement." + + +XLIV + + Then spake the noble Gunther, "No more of this, I pray; + You shall be told the reason on some other day, + Wherefore I to Siegfried my sister gave for wife. + May she with him ever lead a happy life!" + + +XLV + + Quoth she, "I sorrow ever for her grace and beauty's sake; + Had I a place to fly to, my flight I hence would take, + For lie will I never, King Gunther, by your side, + Ere I know why Kriemhild is given for Siegfried's bride." + + +XLVI + + Thereto made answer Gunther, "That will I tell you straight. + Know, I have given my sister to no unequal mate: + A mighty king is Siegfried, and unto him belong, + As to their rightful sovran, broad lands and castles strong." + + +XLVII + + Whatever he could tell her, her gloomy mood she kept. + Then from the board to tilting many a warrior stepp'd. + The noise of their tourney made all the castle ring. + His guests and their amusements wearied sore the king. + + +XLVIII + + Thought he, 't were softer lying in a marriage bed. + Then, to beguile annoyance, his longing heart he fed + With thought of future pleasure from love of such a bride, + And ever Lady Brunhild tenderly he ey'd. + + +XLIX + + The guests were bid give over the tourney, as was meet. + The king with his fair lady would now to bed retreat. + Before the hall's grand staircase Kriemhild and Brunhild met; + Bitterness or rancor on neither side was yet. + + +L + + Then came th' attendant courtiers; they lingered now for nought; + Chamberlains well-apparel'd the tapers to them brought. + The followers then divided of the rulers twain; + Then might you see with Siegfried go forth a num'rous train. + + +LI + + And now the royal bridegrooms both to their chambers came; + Each thought with fond caresses to woo his gentle dame, + That both might, as befitted, in love's soft bonds agree. + The night to noble Siegfried was sweet as sweet might be. + + +LII + + There lay he so delighted by lovely Kriemhild's side, + And found such modest graces in his virgin bride, + That he came to love her more than his proper life. + Well she deserv'd his passion as a virtuous wife. + + +LIII + + What more ensued between them it needs not here to say. + Now you must hear the story, how King Gunther lay + By the fair Lady Brunhild. Many a loving swain + By his loving helpmate with more content has lain. + + +LIV + + The crowd had now all vanish'd, that tended them before; + Of the marriage chamber fast was made the door. + He deem'd he now was shortly to win his lovely mate, + But for that happy moment he yet had long to wait. + + +LV + + In robe of whitest linen to the bed she pass'd; + Then thought the noble Gunther, "Now all is mine at last, + That I ever long'd for before in all my life." + Needs must be blest a husband in such a charming wife. + + +LVI + + And now with trembling fingers 'gan he shroud the light, + Then went with glad expectance where lay his lady bright, + And laid him down beside her, nor small the joy he knew, + When his arms around her tenderly he threw. + + +LVII + + Fain would he have caress'd her as gentle love inspires, + Had but the wayward maiden granted his desires; + But there he sore was troubled, so fiercely storm'd his mate. + He look'd for fond affection, and met with deadly hate. + + +LVIII + + "Sir knight," said she, "it suits not--you'd better leave me free + From all your present purpose--it must and shall not be. + A maid still will I keep me (think well the matter o'er) + Till I am told that story." This fretted Gunther sore. + + +LIX + + Then for her love he struggled e'en till her robe he rent; + With that, up caught the maiden a cord with fell intent + (About her waist she wore it, strong was the same and tough), + And wrought her lord and master shame and wrong enough. + + +LX + + The feet and hands of Gunther she tied together all, + Then to a nail she bore him, and hung him 'gainst the wall, + And bade him not disturb her, nor breathe of love a breath. + Sure from the doughty damsel he all but met his death. + + +LXI + + Humbly to beg began he, who master should have been, + "Untie me, I beseech you, right fair and noble queen + For your love will I never against your pleasure try, + And ne'er again will venture so close to you to lie." + + +LXII + + How he far'd she reck'd not, while soft herself she lay; + So all night long he dangled perforce till break of day, + When through the chamber window the light began to peep. + That night was Gunther's pleasure as little as his sleep. + + +LXIII + + "Now tell me, good Sir Gunther," began the froward fair, + "Would you like your servants to find you hanging there + The bondsman of a woman? that were a royal view!" + The noble knight made answer, "No credit 'twere to you; + + +LXIV + + "And in good sooth," he added, "'twere honor none to me; + So of your kindness, lady, be pleas'd to set me free; + Since my love's so distasteful, fear neither harm nor hurt. + Not so much as a finger of mine shall touch your skirt." + + +LXV + + With that the maid unbound him; free stood he, but half dead; + Then all aghast and trembling back totter'd to the bed, + And there lay down so distant that her night-dress fair + He seldom touch'd, if ever; e'en that she well could spare. + + +LXVI + + Now in came their attendants; by these in hand were borne + New gaudy robes in plenty to suit the marriage morn. + Downcast he stood and moody amidst the smiling band. + Their mirth seem'd out of season to the monarch of the land. + + +LXVII + + After the good old custom that in that land was kept, + King Gunther and Queen Brunhild forth from the chamber stepp'd, + And hied them to the minster, where the mass was sung. + Thither too came Sir Siegfried; then rose a press the crowd among. + + +LXVIII + + Each circumstance of honor for monarch and his mate + Was there in order ready, both crown and robe of state. + Then consecrated were they, and, soon as that was o'er, + With jewel'd crowns conspicuous stood all the goodly four. + + +LXIX + + Bold squires with sword were girded six hundred at the least + In honor of the rulers at that high marriage feast. + Was nought but mirth and joyance in Burgundy to hear, + And swashing of the buckler, and clattering of the spear. + + +LXX + + There too at many a window sat many a laughing maid, + To view in mimic terror far-flashing arms display'd; + But still, whate'er was toward, kept the sad king apart, + With gloom upon his visage and anguish at his heart. + + +LXXI + + 'Twixt him and good Sir Siegfried what difference of mood! + Well guess'd what so him fretted that noble knight and good. + To the king he betook him, and ask'd in accents low, + "Last night how far'd it with you? this be pleas'd to let me know." + + +LXXII + + Then to his guest said Gunther, "Shame, alas! and strife, + My friend, I home have brought me in my wayward wife. + No sooner came I near her, what did she do, but tie + My feet and hands together, and hang me up on high? + + +LXXIII + + "There like a ball I dangled all night till break of day + Before she would unbind me;--how soft the while she lay! + I breathe my plaint in friendship to thy secret ear." + Then spake the noble Siegfried; "It irks me, what I hear; + + +LXXIV + + "Yet you shall soon be master; lay fear and sorrow by; + This night I'll so contrive it, that close to you she'll lie. + And never more your pleasure with froward freaks delay." + At this from all his troubles wax'd Gunther blithe and gay. + + +LXXV + + "Look at my wrists and fingers swoln with her cursed bands; + She squeez'd them so, I felt me a baby in her hands. + Under each nail forth started the blood beneath her grasp. + As for my life, I thought it e'en then at the last gasp." + + +LXXVI + + Thereto replied Sir Siegfried, "All will again come right; + We two were most unequal in fortune yesternight. + To me thy sister Kriemhild is dear as is my life. + Now must Dame Brunhild also be made a loving wife. + + +LXXVII + + "I will this night," he added, "into your chamber creep, + Envelop'd in my cloud-cloak, in silence still and deep, + That no man may have cunning to guess the trick I'll play; + So send, each to his lodging, your chamberlains away. + + +LXXVIII + + "The tapers I'll extinguish that your pages bear, + And this shall give you notice that I have enter'd there, + Ready and glad to serve you; I'll force her to obey + This night her lord and master, or down my life will lay." + + +LXXIX + + "Spare but to act the husband, and do whate'er thy will + With my loving helpmate, I shall not take it ill," + Replied the angry monarch; "e'en shouldst thou take her life, + I should not die of sorrow; sooth she's a fearful wife." + + +LXXX + + "Trust me in this," said Siegfried, "my word I'll pledge to thee + That I'll ne'er seek to woo her; thy sister is to me + Beyond all other women that ever met my view." + The king with full affiance took Siegfried's words for true. + + +LXXXI + + The knights were busy tilting with good success or ill; + Straight 'twas bidd'n the tourney should all be hush'd and still, + For to the hall was coming either royal bride. + Then chamberlains advancing bade stand the crowd aside. + + +LXXXII + + The court was clear'd of horses, the crowd no longer seen; + Then forth a reverend bishop led either lofty queen + To where the kings were seated, and tables richly stor'd. + Them many a man of worship follow'd to the board. + + +LXXXIII + + There by his stately consort sat Gunther well appaid, + Musing upon the promise to him by Siegfried made. + That single day to Gunther seem'd thirty days at least. + On the love of Brunhild he thought throughout the feast. + + +LXXXIV + + Scarcely could wait the monarch till from the board they rose; + Brunhild and lovely Kriemhild were summon'd to repose, + Each in her several chamber; ah! what a crowd was seen + Of young and active warriors before each stately queen! + + +LXXXV + + Siegfried was fondly seated by his gentle bride; + Her slender snowy fingers, as leant they side by side + With his were softly toying; in midst of her caress + Suddenly he vanish'd--how, she could not guess. + + +LXXXVI + + As with him she was playing, she miss'd him quite and clean. + "Ha!" to his wilder'd courtiers cried out the wilder'd queen, + "Where's the king? what portent is this? what semblance fine? + He was but now beside me--who snatch'd his hand from mine?" + + +LXXXVII + + She stopp'd in speechless wonder; he quick had slipp'd away + To where with lights th' attendants stood ranged in meet array, + And straight 'gan dout the tapers held by the pages there; + Full well that it was Siegfried was Gunther then aware. + + +LXXXVIII + + He knew what was to follow, so sent forth every one, + Maid and dame, from the chamber; then soon as this was done, + With his own hand impatient the king lock'd fast the door, + And two strong bolts of iron shot for assurance more. + + +LXXXIX + + Behind the flowing hangings the lights he huddled all; + Forthwith began a pastime (as could not but befall) + Betwixt the sinewy Siegfried and the maiden fair. + At once with joy and sorrow stood Gunther trembling there. + + +XC + + Adown Sir Siegfried laid him close by the damsel bright. + Said she, "Beware, Sir Gunther, remember yesternight; + Be pleas'd not to disturb me; wake not my wrath anew, + Or at my hands your folly you bitterly shall rue." + + +XCI + + He breath'd no breath in answer, but still was as could be. + Well by the ear knew Gunther, although he could not see, + That nothing pass'd between them the jealous to displease. + Never in couch or chamber dwelt there so little ease. + + +XCII + + Like Gunther he demean'd him, false mimic of the true; + Around th' unloving damsel his loveless arms he threw. + Him from the bed with fury against a bench she flung. + His head fell on a footstool so hard, that loud it rung. + + +XCIII + + With all his might upstarted again th' undaunted man; + He'd try his fortune better; a struggle stern began, + When he essay'd to quell her; long was his toil and sore; + Such strife, I ween, will never be waged by woman more. + + +XCIV + + As still he would not quit her, up sprung the frenzied fair; + "Sir knight, it ill becomes you a lady's dress to tear. + These are Burgundian manners! but dear it shall be paid; + I'll bring you soon to smart for it," exclaim'd the stormy maid. + + +XCV + + Her arms around the warrior she scrupled not to fling, + And forthwith thought to bind him as though it were the king, + That of the bed sole mistress in quiet she might sleep. + For her injur'd night-dress took she vengeance deep. + + +XCVI + + What booted then his manhood well prov'd in many a fight, + When that heroic maiden put forth her mastering might? + Him by main force she lifted in spite of all he tried, + And 'gainst a press she jamm'd him that stood the bed beside. + + +XCVII + + "Ah!" thought the panting champion, "should I now lose my life + By this outrageous damsel, hereafter every wife + Will claim at home the mastery, and, scorning meek accord + And womanly submission, will lord it o'er her lord." + + +XCVIII + + The king with fear and trembling heard all that there befell. + Shame gave fresh strength to Siegfried; furious he wax'd and fell. + He with redoubled puissance once more the maid oppos'd. + Fearful was the struggle as he with Brunhild clos'd. + + +XCIX + + Down still she strove to keep him, but wrath and natural might + Combin'd so wrought within him, that soon in her despite + His feet the knight recovered; sore was his toil, I trow; + In the darken'd chamber they hurtled to and fro. + + +C + + Ill too at ease was Gunther between the struggling pair. + Full oft to shift he needed as strove they here and there. + A wonder 'twas (so fiercely wrestled the mighty foes) + That either 'scap'd uninjured from that tempestuous close. + + +CI + + Sore rued his fate the monarch beset with twofold care; + Still fear'd he most lest Siegfried should chance to perish there, + For now the puissant damsel had all but ta'en his life. + Had he but dar'd, he'd gladly have help'd him in the strife. + + +CII + + Long time endur'd the contest, nor ever seem'd to slack, + Till 'gainst the bed with fury he dash'd the maiden back. + How fierce soe'er she struggled, faint and more faint she grew; + Then many a shrewd suspicion shot Gunther's bosom through. + + +CIII + + Still ever as he listen'd, he thought 'twas wondrous long. + Just then the hands of Siegfried she squeez'd so fierce and strong, + That blood from the nails started; the warrior tingled sore; + But soon he brought the damsel to give her frenzy o'er, + + +CIV + + And change her furious passions for love and duty meek. + Whatever pass'd heard Gunther, though daring not to speak + Against the bed he drove her, that loud she shriek'd for pain. + Cruel was her torture from Siegfried's mastering main. + + +CV + + Then grasp'd she at her girdle, and strove to bind her foe, + When down the warrior hurl'd her with such a forceful throw, + That crack'd each bone and sinew; that clos'd at once the strife; + The fainting maid submitted to live King Gunther's wife. + + +CVI + + Said she, "Right noble ruler, vouchsafe my life to spare; + Whatever I've offended, my duty shall repair. + I'll meet thy noble passion; my love with thine shall vie. + That thou canst tame a woman, none better knows than I." + + +CVII + + Then up arose Sir Siegfried from where Dame Brunhild lay; + Upon the floor he left her, and noiseless went his way; + But first from her fine finger a golden ring he drew + So gently, that the maiden nothing felt or knew. + + +CVIII + + He took, besides her girdle, with which her lord she tied; + I know not if he did so from triumph and from pride; + To his wife he gave it, a gift that mischief wrought. + Meanwhile the maid and monarch love both together brought. + + +CIX + + They met with mutual passion as man and wife became; + Her stormy rage was soften'd; she was no more the same; + Weak she grew and feeble as in his arms she lay; + All her former puissance flitted straight away. + + +CX + + And now was she no stronger than any dame beside. + Fearless, unfear'd, her husband caress'd his duteous bride. + Why act again the rebel? what boot could thus be won? + So much with alter'd Brunhild King Gunther's love had done. + + +CXI + + How lovingly and fondly he by his lady lay + Till the rosy morning led on the laughing day! + Sir Siegfried thence departed, and back in silence came, + Where tenderly receiv'd him a fair and gentle dame. + + +CXII + + Her questions he evaded, though much to know she sought; + Long time too kept he from her the gifts that he had brought, + Till, crown'd, in his own country she reign'd, his royal bride; + Of all, he else could grant her, how little he denied! + + +CXIII + + Far merrier in the morning than he before had been + Appear'd the good King Gunther; the change with joy was seen + By every faithful vassal, and every foreign guest, + Whom he had home invited and feasted with the best. + + +CXIV + + The sumptuous festal lasted e'en to the fourteenth day, + The while was heard unceasing the sound of mirth and play, + That in the crowd of pleasures the wilder'd guests were lost. + Unmatch'd was Gunther's splendor and boundless was his cost. + + +CXV + + By the good king's order, to many a warrior bold + His kinsmen in his honor gave robes and ruddy gold, + And steeds and store of silver, and so their wants supplied, + That not a stranger was there but parted satisfied. + + +CXVI + + As well good King Siegfried, the knight of Netherland, + And his thousand champions their robes, with liberal hand, + And all they had brought thither alike were pleas'd to give, + Fair steeds and costly trappings; like nobles they knew how to live. + + +CXVII + + To those, whose thoughts were homeward, the hours seem'd all too long, + Ere the rich gifts were lavish'd among the gladsome throng. + Never before was party dismiss'd in merrier plight. + So the high feast concluded; thence off rode many a knight. + + + + +ELEVENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW SIEGFRIED BROUGHT HIS WIFE HOME + + +I + + The festal hall was silent, and parted every guest, + When thus the son of Siegmund his loving friends address'd. + "We too must make us ready, and forthwith home return." + Glad was his noble consort her lord's resolve to learn. + + +II + + She thus bespake the warrior, "Since we are home to fare, + Of over-haste in parting, I beg thee, well beware. + First should of right my brethren with me the lands divide." + Sir Siegfried heard with sorrow these words from his fair bride. + + +III + + Then came to him the princes, and thus spake all the three, + "Know that for you, King Siegfried, shall ever ready be + Our true and loving service, that e'en of death is vow'd." + To them for their fair promise the stately warrior bow'd. + + +IV + + "With you too we are anxious," said Giselher the young, + "To part the lands and castles that to us all belong. + Of all the broad possessions, o'er which the rule we bear, + We'll yield to you and Kriemhild a good and ample share." + + +V + + Soon as the son of Siegmund their loving offer heard, + To the noble princes this answer he preferr'd. + "God grant you long enjoyment of your possessions fair; + For me and my dear consort, our part we well can spare. + + +VI + + "The right that you allow her my wife may well lay down; + Henceforth in my country she'll wear the queenly crown, + And, should I live, be richer than any living wight. + In all things else, your bidding I'll do with all my might." + + +VII + + "In th' heritage," said Kriemhild, "though you renounce our rights, + Not of so little value are our Burgundian knights; + Them might a king be happy to bring into his land, + And I my portion in them claim at each brother's hand." + + +VIII + + "Take whom thou wilt, fair sister," Sir Gernot straight replied, + "No doubt you'll find abundance, who long with you to ride. + From thirty hundred vassals, each one a chosen man, + Take for thy train a thousand." Kriemhild to send began + + +IX + + First for Ortwine and Hagan, the noble knights and true, + If they and their bold kinsmen would Kriemhild serve and sue. + Thereat wax'd Hagan wrathful, and frowning thus 'gan say, + "Nor right nor power has Gunther to give us thus away. + + +X + + "For followers and companions seek elsewhere if you will. + As for our Trony customs, sure you must know them still. + At court we guard our princes, nor from this duty swerve. + Thus here we serv'd them ever, thus will we ever serve." + + +XI + + Thereto was made no answer; all on their journey thought. + Her noble train together the lady Kriemhild brought, + Two and thirty maidens and five hundred men. + Eckewart the Margrave follow'd Kriemhild then. + + +XII + + Leave last by all was taken, both by squire and knight + And by dame and damsel, as fitting was and right. + With many a kiss they parted, and many a grasp of hand, + And so not ill contented they left King Gunther's land. + + +XIII + + Far rode their loving kinsmen to bring them on their way; + Each night they found them quarters where'er it pleas'd them stay, + While they upon their journey through Gunther's country went + Then messengers were forthwith to old King Siegmund sent, + + +XIV + + To him and to Dame Sieglind the hasty news to bear, + That his son was coming, and with him Kriemhild fair, + The daughter of Dame Uta, from Worms beyond the Rhine. + Ne'er to such welcome tidings did they their ears incline. + + +XV + + "Ah! well is me," cried Siegmund, "that I this day have seen, + That here the lovely Kriemhild should move a crowned queen + My heritage high worship shall hence and honor gain; + Here too my son Siegfried himself a king shall reign." + + +XVI + + Then gave the Lady Sieglind good store of velvet red; + Full weight of gold and silver shower'd she for newsman's bread. + Much at the gladsome tidings rejoic'd the royal dame. + Her train themselves apparel'd as nobles well became. + + +XVII + + 'Twas told her, who was coming with him into the land. + Then rais'd in haste were sittings, as Sieglind gave command, + Whither crown'd should march Sir Siegfried in front of all his train. + Then forth to meet the strangers rode Siegmund's knights amain. + + +XVIII + + If e'er was heartier welcome than was receiv'd that day + In good King Siegmund's country, is more than I can say. + To meet the lovely Kriemhild the royal Sieglind came + With many a lovely lady and many a knight of fame. + + +XIX + + A whole day's journey's distance, till came the guests in view. + Then no small toil and trouble both friends and strangers knew + To reach a spacious fortress (Xanten the name it bore), + Where royal crowns thereafter the bride and bridegroom wore. + + +XX + + Sieglind and Siegmund wecom'd fair Kriemhild lovingly; + With laughing mouth full often they kiss'd her tenderly, + And did as much to Siegfried; far flown was all their care. + All the train of followers were warmly greeted there. + + +XXI + + Straight were brought the strangers to Siegmund's royal hall. + Down there the lovely maidens from horse were lifted all + By knights and squires officious, and many a high-born man + To wait on beauteous ladies with courtly zeal began. + + +XXII + + How great soe'er the splendor of Gunther's marriage day, + Yet here were fairer garments profusely given away + Than ever yet at festals had deck'd the warriors bold; + Of their surpassing richness marvels might be told. + + +XXIII + + As sat they in high honor with all delights in store, + What bright gold-color'd raiment their joyful followers wore, + Laces and stones full precious fair work'd in vesture sheen! + Well were the guests entreated by the rich and noble queen. + + +XXIV + + Then spake the good Sir Siegmund before his friends in hall, + "This my resolve declare I to Siegfried's kinsmen all, + That he before these warriors my royal crown shall wear." + The news gave full contentment to the Netherlanders there. + + +XXV + + His crown and power he gave him and seisin of his land; + Their master then became he; zealous was every hand + To execute his judgments; his mouth pronounc'd the law. + To th' husband of fair Kriemhild all look'd with fear and awe. + + +XXVI + + So liv'd he in high honor, a rightful monarch crown'd, + And giving righteous judgment till the tenth year came round, + When the fair queen his consort bore him at last an heir. + Glad were thereat his kinsmen, glad too the royal pair. + + +XXVII + + Forthwith the babe was christen'd, and given him was a name + After his uncle Gunther; it could not bring him shame. + If he his kin resembled, in worth he would excel; + His parents, as became them, train'd up the infant well. + + +XXVIII + + About the self-same season the Lady Sieglind died; + The child of noble Uta her vacant place supplied, + And to the power succeeded that Sieglind held before. + The people deeply sorrow'd that Sieglind was no more. + + +XXIX + + Next messengers came posting the joyful news to bring, + How by the Rhine to Gunther, the stout Burgundian king, + A son was borne by Brunhild the once relentless dame; + He for the love of Siegfried receiv'd the hero's name. + + +XXX + + With every care they train'd him; Gunther his father dear + Bade tutors the young infant in every virtue rear, + That, nurtur'd so to manhood, all worship he might win. + Ah! by mishap thereafter how lost he all his kin! + + +XXXI + + Thenceforward at all seasons full many a tale was told, + How nobly and how knightly the wariors fierce and bold + Liv'd in the land of Siegmund; fame voiced their praises loud. + Like them lived good King Gunther and his noble kinsmen proud. + + +XXXII + + Their land the Nibelungers of Siegfried held in fee; + None e'er of all his kindred so wealthy was as he. + His were the knights of Schilbung and both the brethren's store. + Through this the bold Sir Siegfried himself the loftier bore. + + +XXXIII + + The richest of all treasures, that e'er was gain'd by knight, + Save by its former masters, he held by conqueror's right. + The same before a mountain by dint of sword he won. + To win it, many a champion his hand to death had done. + + +XXXIV + + Huge was his wealth and worship; yet, had he naught possess'd + Whoever look'd upon him could not but have confess'd, + He was the prowest champion that e'er in saddle sat. + All trembled at his manhood; good cause had they for that. + + + + +TWELFTH ADVENTURE + +HOW GUNTHER INVITED SIEGFRIED TO THE FESTIVAL + + +I + + Still Gunther's consort ever thought with deep-musing care, + Why should the Lady Kriemhild herself so proudly bear? + And yet her husband Siegfried--what but our man is he? + And late but little service has yielded for his fee. + + +II + + In her heart his thought she foster'd deep in its inmost core; + That still they kept such distance, a secret grudge she bore. + How came it that their vassal to court declin'd to go, + Nor for his land did homage, she inly yearn'd to know. + + +III + + She made request of Gunther, and begg'd it so might be, + That she the absent Kriemhild yet once again might see, + And told him too, in secret, whereon her thoughts were bent. + With the words she utter'd her lord was scarce content. + + +IV + + "How could we bring them hither," the king in turn began, + "Such a length of journey? 'twere past the power of man. + I could not ask it of them, they dwell from us so wide." + Thereto in haughty fashion the frowning queen replied, + + +V + + "How rich soe'er a vassal, how broad soe'er his lands, + Obedience is his duty, whate'er his lord commands." + Sure could but smile Sir Gunther when thus he heard her fret. + 'Twas not for suit and service that he and Siegfried met. + + +VI + + Said she, "Dear lord, for my sake thy efforts join with mine, + That Siegfried and thy sister once more may seek the Rhine, + That we again may see them, and all in love unite. + Nothing, I well assure thee, could give me more delight. + + +VII + + "What soft emotion soothes me, whene'er I call to mind + Thy sister's noble graces, her accent soft and kind, + And how, when both were married, we both sat side by side! + No doubt may she with honor be Siegfried's loving bride." + + +VIII + + She press'd so long, that Gunther replied with alter'd cheer, + "Now know that guests so welcome never saw I here. + Much pressing little needed; so messengers of mine + I'll send to bid them hasten hither to the Rhine." + + +IX + + Thereto the queen made answer, "Tell me now, I pray, + When you will send to ask them, and about what day + We may expect the travellers to both of us so dear; + And who will bear your message, I willingly would hear." + + +X + + "So will I do," replied he; "thirty of my men + Shall be commission'd thither." Forthwith he summon'd them + Those by whom his message to Siegfried's land he sent, + Brunhild sumptuous vesture gave them to their full content. + + +XI + + Then spake the king, "Ye warriors, from me this message bear + (That you keep back nothing I bid you well beware), + Which I to valiant Siegfried and to my sister send, + That in this world can no man to both be more a friend; + + +XII + + "And beg them hasten hither us on the Rhine to see; + It shall be well requited both by my wife and me. + By the next midsummer he and his men shall find + From every one among us high honor, welcome kind. + + +XIII + + "Unto the good King Siegmund my service, too, commend; + Say, I and mine shall ever hold him as our friend. + Bid too my sister hasten to meet her kinsmen dear. + Ne'er graced she royal festal like that which waits her here." + + +XIV + + Brunhild and Uta and every lady there + Into the land of Siegfried their greeting bade them bear + To many a noble warrior and many a lady gay. + So with the king's commission the couriers went their way. + + +XV + + To start they now were ready; to each of all the band + Was brought both steed and vesture; so rode they from the land. + With happy haste they journey'd, and ever prick'd they hard; + The king had sent an escort his messengers to guard. + + +XVI + + In the weary journey three toilsome weeks they spent. + At last in Niblung's castle, whither they had been sent, + E'en in the march of Norway, they found king Siegmund's son. + Horses alike and riders were travel-tainted and fordone. + + +XVII + + To Siegfried and to Kriemhild forthwith the tidings came, + That knights had journey'd thither, whose venture was the same + As what by men of worship was born in Burgundy. + From her day-bed Kriemhild up sprung hastily. + + +XVIII + + Sudden to a window she bade a damsel go, + Who saw bold Gary standing in the court below, + Him, and his valiant comrades on the same errand bound. + For her long-brooded sorrow what rapture then she found! + + +XIX + + Loud call'd she to her husband, "See you, where they stand + Down in the court there waiting, stout Gary and his band, + Whom my good brother Gunther has sent us down the Rhine?" + "Welcome are they," said Siegfried, "welcome to me and mine." + + +XX + + Where they saw them standing, all the household ran; + They kindly then saluted, as man encounter'd man, + And, as they best could please them, spoke many a friendly word, + With no small joy King Siegmund of their arrival heard. + + +XXI + + Straight were allotted quarters to Gary and his men, + And charge ta'en of their courses; the messengers went then + To where sat bold Sir Siegfried by gentle Kriemhild's side; + They were to court invited, and so they thither hied. + + +XXII + + Uprose, as in they enter'd, the host and his fair dame. + Full well receiv'd was Gary, and all who with him came + His followers, Gunther's liegemen from distant Burgundy. + To a seat the warrior was motion'd courteously. + + +XXIII + + "Nay, deign," said he, "our message to hear before we sit, + And us, way-wearied wanderers, the while to stand permit. + We have to tell you tidings to us committed late + By Gunther and by Brunhild, who are both in best estate; + + +XXIV + + "And from the Lady Uta we come, your mother dear, + And from the good Sir Gernot and youthful Giselher, + And from your choicest kinsmen, who all with kind intent + By us to you their service from Burgundy have sent." + + +XXV + + "Now God then quit!" said Siegfried, "that they're sincere and true, + I trust with full assurance, as men with friends should do. + The same too feels their sister. Now further to us tell, + Whether our friends in Rhineland are hearty all and well. + + +XXVI + + "Since we from them departed, has any neighboring foe + Harried my consort's kindred? this let me surely know. + To them by me shall ever such friendly aid be lent, + That their wrong the doers shall bitterly repent." + + +XXVII + + Thereto the Margrave Gary, the good knight, made reply, + "Fraught with all manly virtues they bear them proud and high. + They bid you to a festal, which they at home prepare. + You need not doubt, your kinsmen would gladly see you there. + + +XXVIII + + "They also beg my lady thither with you to wend, + Soon as the blustering winter shall come at length to end, + You both ere next midsummer they all expect to see." + Then said the valiant Siegfried, "That can hardly be." + + +XXIX + + But straight the bold Burgundian Gary gave this reply, + "Surely your mother Uta you never can deny, + Nor Giselher, nor Gernot, who all would meet you fain. + That you dwell so far distant, I hear them daily plain. + + +XXX + + "Brunhild, my noble lady, and all her maidens fair, + Are glad to think that forthwith you thither will repair. + That they once more may see you, fills every heart with glee." + His words to lovely Kriemhild seem'd full good to be. + + +XXXI + + Gary was her kinsman; him begg'd the host to sit, + And straight bade fill the goblets to pledge them, as was fit; + Then too, to meet the envoys, King Siegmund join'd the rest, + And to the bold Burgundians these friendly words address'd: + + +XXXII + + "Welcome, ye men of Gunther! since Siegfried, my good son, + Your noble lady Kriemhild for his wife has won, + You at our court more frequent we should have gladly seen. + Your presence of our friendship the surest bond had been." + + +XXXIII + + They said, whene'er he wish'd it, they willingly would come. + Their toil and teen through gladness forgot they all and some. + Siegfried bade all be seated, and viands of the best, + And in full abundance, be brought to every guest. + + +XXXIV + + Nine days in mirth and feasting the envoys needs must stay. + At length the active warriors could brook no more delay. + Again would they ride homeward; on that their minds were bent + In th' interval King Siegfried for his friends had sent. + + +XXXV + + He ask'd them what they counsel'd; he needs must to the Rhine; + "I bidden am by Gunther that dear friend of mine. + At a high feast my presence he and his kinsmen pray. + Fain would I ride thither, were't not so far away. + + +XXXVI + + "They beg moreover, Kriemhild the journey too may share. + Now, my good friends, advise me; what's best to do, declare. + Should they for them request me to harry thirty lands, + Well they such warlike service might claim at Siegfried's hands." + + +XXXVII + + Thereto his knights thus answer'd, "As you desire to speed, + If you this feast will visit, hearken to our rede. + Take of your best warriors a thousand by your side. + So 'midst the bold Burgundians in honor you'll abide." + + +XXXVIII + + Then spake the lord of Netherland, Siegmund the frank and free, + "If you're for this high festal, why say not so to me? + I, if it not displease you, will with you to the Rhine, + And bring, to swell your squadron, a hundred knights of mine." + + +XXXIX + + "Will you too journey with us, my father ever dear?" + Exclaim'd the bold Sir Siegfried; "it glads me this to hear. + Within twelve days at furthest we'll wend upon our way." + To all, who ask'd, then gave he good steeds and garments gay. + + +XL + + When now to take the journey fix'd was the king's design, + He bade the knights of Gunther ride back unto the Rhine, + And sent by them a message to Kriemhild's kinsmen there, + That to the feast, they purpos'd, full fain would he repair. + + +XLI + + Siegfried and Kriemhild (so says the tale) bestow'd + More gifts upon the envoys, than o'er such length of road + Their horses home could carry; a wealthy man was he. + They drove their strong-back'd sumpters merrily o'er the lea. + + +XLII + + Siegfried and eke Siegmund their people cloth'd anew; + Eckewart the Margrave all Siegfried's country through + Bade seek out women's raiment, whate'er was stored in chest + Or could be bought for money, the choicest and the best. + + +XLIII + + Rich saddles were made ready, and shields of glittering pride. + To the knights and ladies, that should with Siegfried ride, + Whate'er they wish'd was granted; none wanted there for ought. + To his friends in Rhineland many a lordly guest he brought. + + +XLIV + + Meanwhile homeward speeding prick'd the envoys fast. + Back came the noble Gary to Burgundy at last. + He met with hearty welcome; straight they dismounted all + From war-horse and from palfrey before King Gunther's hall. + + +XLV + + Old and young (as the use is) ran up from every side, + And ask'd what news they brought them? the noble knights replied, + "When I the king have told it, 'twill spread to all around." + Then went he with his comrades to where the king he found. + + +XLVI + + From sheer pleasure Gunther started from his seat + At the happy tidings; that they had come so fleet, + Much thanks had they from Brunhild. Gunther straight begun, + "How fares it with Siegfried, who so much for me has done?" + + +XLVII + + "To hear of you," said Gary, "he redden'd with delight, + Both he, and eke your sister; never living wight + Sent his friends a message so tender and so true, + As by me Sir Siegfried and his father have to you." + + +XLVIII + + Then to the valiant margrave the noble queen 'gan say, + "Tell me, is Kriemhild coming? does still her form display + The beauty and soft graces, she well to foster knew?" + The good knight, Gary, answer'd, "She's surely coming too." + + +XLIX + + Then before Dame Uta the messengers were brought; + Well without her asking could Gary guess her thought, + So, ere she put the question, "How did Kriemhild fare?" + He said, how he had found her, and that she'd soon be there. + + +L + + Of all the gorgeous presents nothing was left untold, + Given them by good Sir Siegfried; the raiment and the gold, + That the three brethren's lieges might view them forth were laid. + With thanks the gracious giver was by them all repaid. + + +LI + + "Ay! of his own," said Hagan, "full lightly he may give; + 'Tis past his power to spend it, should he forever live. + The Nibelungers' treasure holds he by strength of hand. + Ah! would it were brought hither to our Burgundian land!" + + +LII + + The court, both knights and ladies, were all with joy elate + To hear that they were coming. Early forthwith and late + The friends of the three brethren were busied every man; + Seats with sumptuous trappings to raise they straight began. + + +LIII + + Hunolt and eke Sindolt, the hardy knights and true, + Had not a moment's leisure; full work had they to do + The while, as sewer and butler, and many a bench to raise. + Ortwine for th' aid he gave them had Gunther's thanks and praise. + + +LIV + + Sore toil'd the chief cook, Rumolt; ah! how his orders ran + Among his understrappers! how many a pot and pan, + How many a mighty cauldron rattled and rang again! + They dress'd a world of dishes for all th' expected train. + + +LV + + Nor less was then the labor to the fair ladies known, + As they prepar'd their garments; many a precious stone + They set in gold far-beaming, and glitter'd both so bright, + And with such grace they wore them, as ravish'd every sight. + + + + +THIRTEENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW THEY WENT TO THE FESTIVAL + + +I + + Now we awhile must leave them on household toils intent, + And tell how Lady Kriemhild and her maidens went + From the Nibelungers' country to the Rhine's fair shore. + Such plenty of rich vesture never sumpters bore. + + +II + + Dispatch'd were travelling cases well fraught with precious load; + Then with his queen and comrades Sir Siegfried forward rode. + Her heart with pleasure's promise was ready to o'erflow; + All was chang'd thereafter to wail and mortal woe. + + +III + + At home, since so it needed, they left their infant heir, + The son that valiant Siegfried begot on Kriemhild fair. + To the poor boy misfortune that fatal journey bore; + His father and his mother saw he never more. + + +IV + + And with them good Sir Siegmund prick'd forth in merry mood. + Had he but once foreboded the woes that thence ensued, + At that disastrous festal he ne'er had sat a guest, + Ne'er had he seen the ruin of those he loved the best. + + +V + + Dispatch'd before were couriers to say they were at hand + Straight rode out to meet them a royal vested band, + Many a friend of Uta's, of Gunther's many a knight. + The host himself was stirring to welcome them aright. + + +VI + + Forthwith he sought out Brunhild, where sat the stately dame. + "How did my sister greet you when first you hither came? + So greet the wife of Siegfried, take care to fail in nought." + "So will I," said she, "gladly; I love her as I ought." + + +VII + + "To-morrow they'll be with us," said he, "by early day, + So, if you mean to greet them, be stirring while you may. + We must not, sure, be lurking within the castle here. + Never had I the fortune to welcome guests so dear." + + +VIII + + She bade her dames and damsels look out their choicest vests, + The same they wore at festals before high-honor'd guests, + Such were to be expected with to-morrow's sun, + I need not say her bidding right willingly was done. + + +IX + + Then too, to do their service the men of Gunther sped. + With him all his warriors the host in squadron led. + Next the queen came pacing full royally array'd. + To guests belov'd so dearly was goodliest welcome made. + + +X + + With what joy and gladness welcom'd were they there! + It seem'd, when came Dame Brunhild to Burgundy whilere, + Her welcome by Dame Kriemhild less tender was and true; + The heart of each beholder beat higher at the view. + + +XI + + Now too was come Sir Siegfried with all his men around. + You might see the warriors careering o'er the ground, + Now hither and now thither, with fire-sparkling hoof. + From the dust and tumult none could keep aloof. + + +XII + + When Siegfried and eke Siegmund met King Gunther's eyes, + The host both son and father bespoke in loving wise. + "To me you are right welcome, to all my friends as dear. + It is our pride and pleasure as guests to have you here." + + +XIII + + "Now God you quit!" said Siegmund, the grave and reverend man; + "Ever since my Siegfried you for his comrade wan, + My wish had it been always to see you and to know." + "Right glad I am," said Gunther, "it now has happen'd so." + + +XIV + + Receiv'd was bold Sir Siegfried, as fitted well his state, + With the highest honors; no man bore him hate. + Young Giselher and Gernot proffer'd all courtly care; + Never met friend or kinsman reception half so fair. + + +XV + + Now either king's fair consort nigh to the other came; + Emptied were store of saddles; many a smiling dame + To the grass by stalwart champions down was lifted light. + In the ladies' service how busy was many a knight! + + +XVI + + And now the lovely ladies each to the other went. + Thereat was many a chieftain full well at heart content, + When both a welcome offer'd so friendly and so fair. + Meanwhile the warriors ceas'd not to tend the ladies there. + + +XVII + + Chieftain now to chieftain held out the cordial hand; + Low bows were made in plenty by either courtly band. + Amongst the high-born ladies pass'd many a loving kiss. + Both Gunther's men and Siegfried's were fain to look on this. + + +XVIII + + They linger'd there no longer, but toward the city rode. + To his guests King Gunther by every action show'd + How welcome was their presence to all in Burgundy. + Young knights before young maidens ran tilting joyously. + + +XIX + + The power of mighty Hagan and eke of bold Ortwine + Well there might each beholder from what he saw divine. + Whate'er they pleas'd to order, from all obedience won; + To the lov'd guests by either was courtly service done. + + +XX + + The shields they clang'd and clatter'd before the castle gate + With fencing and with foining; long time had there to wait + His guests and good King Gunther ere they could enter in. + They pass'd the time right joyous amidst the press and din. + + +XXI + + So to the spacious palace on rode they merrily. + You might see rich foot-cloths, well cut and artfully, + Down hang from o'er the saddle of many a high-born dame. + Forward to receive them King Gunther's servants came. + + +XXII + + Then to their several chambers the guests were led aside. + From time to time Queen Brunhild with searching glances eyed + The love-enkindling Kriemhild; lovely she was indeed; + Her hue the gold outsparkled that glitter'd in her weed. + + +XXIII + + At Worms through all the city rang the mirthsome shout + Of the rejoicing followers; Gunther the noisy rout + Commended to his marshal, and bade him treat them fair; + Dankwart sought out good quarters and fitly lodg'd them there. + + +XXIV + + Without, within, was feasting; unbounded was the store. + Sure stranger guests were never treated so well before. + It only needed asking, and all was straight supplied; + So rich a king was Gunther that nothing was denied. + + +XXV + + With friendly zeal they serv'd them, with hearts devoid of hate; + Amidst his guests at table the host exulting sate. + To sit was bidden Siegfried where he of yore had done. + With him strode to the banquet proud warriors many a one. + + +XXVI + + Twelve hundred stalwart champions in circle there were seen + With him at table sitting; Brunhild, the watchful queen, + Thought to herself, no vassal could ever wealthier be. + Still him she so far favor'd, that from harm she left him free. + + +XXVII + + All that feastful evening, as sat the king to dine, + Store of the richest vesture was wetted by the wine, + That in hasty hurry the butlers ever pour'd. + Sore toil'd they in their service at that o'ercrowded board. + + +XXVIII + + Then, as is still the custom at each well-order'd feast, + To rest the dames and damsels were in good time releas'd. + All guests with gifts and honors, from whenceso'er they came, + The noble host entreated as well beseem'd his fame. + + +XXIX + + When now the night was over, and reappear'd the dawn, + By the fair hands of ladies was many a jewel drawn, + Sparkling in goodly raiment, from many a travelling chest, + And out was sought and hurried many a lordly vest. + + +XXX + + Ere 'twas full day, came flocking the palace hall around + Knights and squires in plenty; then arose the sound + Of matins sung to Gunther, and, when this was done, + So well rode youthful warriors, that the king's thanks they won. + + +XXXI + + Shrill fifes and loud-voic'd clarions and blaring trumpet-clang + Mix'd with the shouts of thousands, that all the city rang, + And through the startled welkin th' alarum spread around. + Proud knights on strong-hoof'd chargers rode thund'ring + o'er the ground. + + +XXXII + + At once without the city a tourney they began. + There his career exulting many a young warrior ran, + Whom his fresh boiling courage impell'd to honor's field. + Many a knight of prowess was there seen under shield. + + +XXXIII + + Many a stately matron and many a smiling maid + Sat at the castle windows in costly robes array'd, + And look'd on while the warriors display'd their skill and force; + The good host with his comrades himself would run a course. + + +XXXIV + + The time seem'd not to linger, so merrily it pass'd. + Pealing from the minster they heard the bells at last. + Then up were led the palfreys; forth rode each lady bright; + The noble queens were follow'd by many a valiant knight. + + +XXXV + + Down before the minster they lighted on the green. + Still to her guests was gracious King Gunther's haughty queen. + Both crown'd, into the minster they stepp'd with royal state. + Too soon their love was sunder'd and all through jealous hate! + + +XXXVI + + Soon as the mass was over, with regal pomp and pride + Thence came they to the palace, and straight exulting hied + To the joyous banquet, and neither stop nor stay + Was put to the high festal until th' eleventh day. + + +XXXVII + + Then thought Queen Brunhild, "Silent no longer I'll remain. + Howe'er to pass I bring it, Kriemhild shall explain, + Wherefore so long her husband, who holds of us in fee, + Has left undone his service; this sure shall answer'd be." + + +XXXVIII + + So still she brooded mischief, and conn'd her devil's lore, + Till she broke off in sorrow the feast so blithe before. + Ever at her heart lay closely what came perforce to light. + Many a land she startled with horror and affright. + + + + +FOURTEENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW THE TWO QUEENS REVILED ONE ANOTHER + + +I + + One day at th' hour of vespers a loud alarum rose + From certain lusty champions that for their pastime chose + To prove themselves at tilting in the castle court; + Then many a knight and lady ran thither to see the sport. + + +II + + There were the proud queens sitting together, as befell, + Each on a good knight thinking that either lov'd full well. + Then thus began fair Kriemhild, "My husband's of such might, + That surely o'er these kingdoms he ought to rule by right." + + +III + + Then answer'd Lady Brunhild, "Nay, how can that be shown? + Were there none other living but thou and he alone, + Then might, no doubt, the kingdoms be rul'd by him and thee, + But, long as Gunther's living, that sure can never be." + + +IV + + Thereto rejoin'd fair Kriemhild, "See'st thou how proud he stands, + How proud he stalks, conspicuous among those warrior bands, + As doth the moon far-beaming the glimmering stars outshine? + Sure have I cause to pride me when such a knight is mine." + + +V + + Thereto replied Queen Brunhild, "How brave soe'er he be, + How stout soe'er or stately, one greater is than he. + Gunther, thy noble brother, a higher place may claim, + Of knights and kings the foremost in merit and in fame." + + +VI + + Thereto rejoin'd fair Kriemhild, "So worthy is my mate, + All praise that I can give him can ne'er be term'd too great. + In all he does how matchless? in honor too how clear! + Believ'st thou this, Queen Brunhild? at least he's Gunther's peer." + + +VII + + "Thou should'st not so perversely, Kriemhild, my meaning take. + What I said, assure thee, with ample cause I spake. + I heard them both allow it, then when both first I saw, + And the stout king in battle compell'd me to his law. + + +VIII + + "E'en then, when my affection he so knightly won, + 'Twas fairly own'd by Siegfried that he was Gunther's man. + Myself I heard him own it, and such I hold him still." + "Forsooth," replied fair Kriemhild, "they must have used me ill. + + +IX + + "How could my noble brethren their power have so applied, + As to make me, their sister, a lowly vassal's bride? + For manners' sake then, Brunhild, this idle talk give o'er, + And, by our common friendship, let me hear no more." + + +X + + "Give o'er will I never," the queen replied again; + "Shall I renounce the service of all the knightly train + That hold of him, our vassal, and are our vassals too?" + Into sudden anger at this fair Kriemhild flew. + + +XI + + "Ay! but thou must renounce it, for never will he grace + Thee with his vassal service: he fills a higher place + Than e'en my brother Gunther, noble though be his strain. + Henceforth thou should'st be wiser, nor hold such talk again. + + +XII + + "I wonder, too, since Siegfried thy vassal is by right, + Since both of us thou rulest with so much power and might, + Why to thee his service so long he has denied. + Nay! I can brook no longer thy insolence and pride." + + +XIII + + "Thyself too high thou bearest," Brunhild answer made; + "Fain would I see this instant whether to thee be paid + Public respect and honor such as waits on me." + Then both the dames with anger lowering you might see. + + +XIV + + "So shall it be," said Kriemhild, "to meet thee I'm prepar'd + Since thou my noble husband a vassal hast declar'd, + By the men of both our consorts to-day it shall be seen, + That I the church dare enter before King Gunther's queen. + + +XV + + "To-day by proof thou'lt witness, what lofty birth is mine, + And that my noble husband worthier is than thine; + Nor for this with presumption shall I be tax'd I trow; + To-day thou'lt see moreover thy lowly vassal go + + +XVI + + "To court before the warriors here in Burgundy. + Assure thee, thou'lt behold me honor'd more royally + Than the proudest princess that ever here wore crown." + The dames their spite attested with many a scowl and frown. + + +XVII + + "Since thou wilt be no vassal," Brunhild rejoin'd again, + "Then thou with thy women must apart remain + From my dames and damsels, as to the church we go." + Thereto Kriemhild answer'd, "Trust me it shall be so. + + +XVIII + + "Array ye now, my maidens," said Siegfried's haughty dame, + "You must not let your mistress here be put to shame. + That you have gorgeous raiment make plain to every eye. + What she has just asserted, she soon shall fain deny." + + +XIX + + They needed not much bidding; all sought out their best; + Matrons alike and maidens each donn'd a glittering vest. + Queen Brunhild with her meiny was now upon her way. + By this was deck'd fair Kriemhild in royal rich array, + + +XX + + With three and forty maidens, whom she to Rhine had brought; + Bright stuffs were their apparel in far Arabia wrought. + So towards the minster march'd the maidens fair; + All the men of Siegfried were waiting for them there. + + +XXI + + Strange thought it each beholder, what there by all was seen, + How with their trains far-sunder'd pass'd either noble queen, + Not walking both together as was their wont before, + Full many a prowest warrior thereafter rued it sore. + + +XXII + + Now before the minster the wife of Gunther stood; + Meanwhile by way of pastime many a warrior good + Held light and pleasant converse with many a smiling dame; + When up the lovely Kriemhild with her radiant meiny came. + + +XXIII + + All that the noblest maiden had ever donn'd before + Was as wind to the splendor her dazzling ladies wore. + So rich her own apparel in gold and precious things, + She alone might out-glitter the wives of thirty kings. + + +XXIV + + Howe'er he might be willing, yet none could dare deny + That such resplendent vesture never met mortal eye + As on that fair retinue then sparkled to the sun. + Except to anger Brunhild, Kriemhild had not so done. + + +XXV + + Both met before the minster in all the people's sight; + There at once the hostess let out her deadly spite. + Bitterly and proudly she bade fair Kriemhild stand; + "No vassalless precedeth the lady of the land." + + +XXVI + + Out then spake fair Kriemhild (full of wrath was she), + "Could'st thou still be silent, better 'twere for thee. + Thou'st made thy beauteous body a dishonor'd thing. + How can a vassal's leman be consort of a king?" + + +XXVII + + "Whom here call'st thou leman?" said the queen again; + "So call I thee," said Kriemhild; "thy maidenly disdain + Yielded first to Siegfried, my husband, Siegmund's son; + Ay! 'was not my brother that first thy favors won. + + +XXVIII + + "Why, where were then thy senses? sure 'twas a crafty train, + To take a lowly lover, to ease a vassal's pain! + Complaints from thee," said Kriemhild, "methinks are much amiss." + "Verily," said Brunhild, "Gunther shall hear of this." + + +XXIX + + "And why should that disturb me? thy pride hath thee betray'd. + Why didst thou me, thy equal, with vassalship upbraid? + Know this for sure and certain (to speak it gives me pain) + Never can I meet thee in cordial love again." + + +XXX + + Then bitterly wept Brunhild; Kriemhild no longer stay'd; + Straight with all her followers before the queen she made + Her way into the minster; then deadly hate 'gan rise; + And starting tears o'erclouded the shine of brightest eyes. + + +XXXI + + For all the solemn service, for all the chanted song, + Still it seemed to Brunhild they linger'd all too long. + Both on her mind and body a load like lead there lay. + Many a high-born hero for her sorrow was to pay. + + +XXXII + + Brunhild stopp'd with her ladies without the minster door. + Thought she, "This wordy woman shall tell me something more + Of her charge against me spread so loud and rife. + If he has but so boasted, let him look to his life!" + + +XXXIII + + Now came the noble Kriemhild begirt with many a knight; + Then spake the noble Brunhild, "Stop and do me right. + You've voic'd me for a wanton; prove it ere you go. + You and your foul speeches have wrought me pain and woe." + + +XXXIV + + Then spake the Lady Kriemhild, "'Twere wiser to forbear; + E'en with the gold I'll prove it that on my hand I wear; + 'Twas this that Siegfried brought me from where by you he lay." + Never liv'd Queen Brunhild so sorrowful a day. + + +XXXV + + Said she, "That ring was stolen from me who held it dear, + And mischievously hidden has since been many a year. + But now I've met with something by which the thief to guess." + Both the dames were frenzied with passion masterless. + + +XXXVI + + "Thief?" made answer Kriemhild, "I will not brook the name. + Thou would'st have kept silence, hadst thou a sense of shame. + By the girdle here about me prove full well I can + That I am ne'er a liar; Siegfried was indeed thy man." + + +XXXVII + + 'Twas of silk of Nineveh the girdle that she brought, + With precious stones well garnish'd; a better ne'er was wrought; + When Brunhild but beheld it, her tears she could not hold. + The tale must needs to Gunther and all his men be told. + + +XXXVIII + + Then outspake Queen Brunhild; "Go some one straight and call + Hither the Prince of Rhineland; sure will I tell him all, + What infamy his sister has forc'd me to endure, + And how his wife she voices for Siegfried's paramour." + + +XXXIX + + The king with his chieftains up came hastily; + There saw he his beloved weeping bitterly. + "Dearest heart!" soft said he, "who has serv'd you so?" + With many a sob she answer'd, "Deep cause have I for woe. + + +XL + + "Of my good name and honor than life more dear would fain + Thy cruel sister rob me; to thee I needs must plain. + She says her husband Siegfried my virgin favors won." + Thereto replied King Gunther, "Then she foul wrong has done." + + +XLI + + "Besides, my long-lost girdle she weareth as in scorn, + My gold adorns her finger;--would I had ne'er been born! + Is not all this an outrage to sting and wound me sore? + King! if thou dost not clear me, I'll never love thee more." + + +XLII + + Thereto return'd King Gunther, "I will do no less; + If Siegfried so has boasted, he shall the same confess, + Or frankly disavow it." Then turn'd he to his band, + And bade them summon forthwith the Chief of Netherland. + + +XLIII + + No sooner had Sir Siegfried seen them so ill appaid + (He knew not what had happen'd), suddenly he said, + "Why are these women weeping? the cause, I pray you, show, + And why I'm hither summon'd, I should be glad to know." + + +XLIV + + Thereto replied King Gunther, "With anguish I'm oppress'd. + My wife has told me something that's poison in my breast. + She says, thou hast been boasting her virgin love to have won; + So thy wife Kriemhild told her. Hast thou, Sir Knight, so done?" + + +XLV + + "Not I," made answer Siegfried, "and if she so did say, + Ere I rest, she surely shall for her folly pay, + And before all thy liegemen my solemn oath I'll take, + That not to her nor others such words I ever spake." + + +XLVI + + Then said the King of Rhineland, "Make this at once appear; + The oath, which thou hast proffer'd, take before us here, + And of all idle charges at once I'll set thee free." + In circle the Burgundians all standing you might see. + + +XLVII + + Straight the noble Siegfried swore with uplifted hand, + "'Tis enough," said Gunther, "so well I understand + Thy innocence, that freely all doubts I here remit, + My sister did accuse thee, and I with joy acquit." + + +XLVIII + + Then answer'd noble Siegfried, "If it avail her aught + To have griev'd thy gentle consort, and set her thus at naught, + Such gain of her's assure thee, I deeply shall lament." + Then the bold knights fix'd glances each on the other bent. + + +XLIX + + "Women must be instructed," said Siegfried the good knight, + "To leave off idle talking, and rule their tongues aright. + Keep thy fair wife in order, I'll do by mine the same. + Such overweening folly puts me indeed to shame." + + +L + + Hasty words have often sunder'd fair dames before. + Then went on sad Brunhild to weep and wail so sore, + That Gunther's warriors could not but pity such deep grief. + Then to his sovran lady came Hagan, Trony's chief. + + +LI + + He ask'd her, what had happen'd--wherefore he saw her weep + She told him all the story; he vow'd to her full deep, + That reap should Kriemhild's husband as he had dar'd to sow, + Or that himself thereafter content should never know. + + +LII + + Ortwine of Metz and Gernot both came to the debate, + Where the collected chieftains advis'd on Siegfried's fate. + Fair Uta's son, young Giselher, alike the council sought; + He, when he heard the question, thus spoke his honest thought. + + +LIII + + "Ye good knights and noble, why would you do this? + Never sure has Siegfried done so much amiss, + Or merited such hatred, that he should lose his life. + Sure 'tis but a trifle to stir an angry wife." + + +LIV + + "Shall we bring up bastards?" said Hagan furiously; + "That were little honor for knights of our degree. + He hath slander'd my dear lady in his boastful fit. + Die will I in this quarrel, or his life shall answer it." + + +LV + + Then spake himself King Gunther, "Naught has he done but give + To us all love and honor; we needs must let him live. + How can it be fitting that I should do him ill? + True was he to us ever alike in deed and will." + + +LVI + + The Knight of Metz in answer, Ortwine, then sternly said, + "That strength of his, so matchless, shall stand him in no stead. + Let but my lord permit me, myself will do the deed." + Against him then the chieftains unrighteous doom decreed. + + +LVII + + None urged the matter further, except that Hagan still, + Kept ever prompting Gunther the guiltless blood to spill; + Saying, that, if Siegfried perish'd, his death to him would bring + The sway o'er many a kingdom. Sore mourn'd the wavering king. + + +LVIII + + Still shrunk they from performance; fair sports meanwhile were plied. + Ah! what spears were shiver'd between the palace wide + And the lofty minster Siegfried's fair dame before! + This with angry murmurs the men of Gunther bore. + + +LIX + + Then said the king, "Ye warriors, refrain your murderous hate; + Born was he for the safety and honor of our state. + Besides, so stout of body is he, and so strong of hand; + That, should he come to know it, none durst his fury stand." + + +LX + + "Nay, my good lord," said Hagan, "take comfort and good cheer. + The weeping of fair Brunhild, be sure, shall cost him dear. + Trust to my secret practice to guide this matter right. + Ever shall he find in Hagan a fatal opposite." + + +LXI + + Thereto replied King Gunther, "But how can this befall?" + To him straight answer'd Hagan, "List, and I'll tell you all. + Let messengers ride hither, whom here no person knows, + And bid you open battle as if from foreign foes. + + +LXII + + "Before your guests make public, that you and all your men + Must forthwith hence to battle; he will not dally then, + But proffer you his service, and thus will lose his life; + I'll worm us out his secret from his loquacious wife." + + +LXIII + + The king took to his ruin, th' advice his liegeman gave. + The chiefs their horrid treason 'gainst th' innocent and brave + Carried with such close practice, that none the train could spy. + Thus brought two women's quarrel many a good knight to die. + + + + +FIFTEENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW SIEGFRIED WAS BETRAYED + + +I + + From thence 'twas the fourth morning, when two and thirty men + To the court came riding; 'twas told King Gunther then, + That him and his Burgundians their task was to defy. + Woe were the fearful women from this foul-framed lie. + + +II + + At once they got permission before the king to go, + And told him that from Ludeger they came, his former foe, + Of old o'ercome in battle by Siegfried's conquering hand, + And brought by him a captive into Gunther's land. + + +III + + The messengers he greeted and each bade choose a seat. + Then one among them answer'd "To stand, my lord, is meet, + Till we have told our message, and all our duty done. + Know, that you have for foemen many a mother's son. + + +IV + + "Ludegast and Ludeger you to the death defy, + The kings whom you entreated so hard in years gone by. + In arms into your country they are resolv'd to ride." + Full of wrath seem'd Gunther to hear himself defied. + + +V + + Then were the false pretenders led to guest-chambers fair. + Ah! how could noble Siegfried, or any else beware + The trains of that vile treason, which, for the guiltless spread, + Soon brought down death and ruin on each contriver's head? + + +VI + + The king about went whisp'ring with the friends he loved the best. + Hagan, the knight of Trony, never let him rest. + Many of the king's companions to stop the treason tried, + But Hagan from his counsel not once would turn aside. + + +VII + + One day it fell that Siegfried close whisp'ring found the band, + When thus began to ask them the Knight of Netherland, + "Why creep the king and chieftains so sorrowful along? + I'll help you to revenge it, if you have suffer'd wrong." + + +VIII + + "Good cause have I for sorrow," Gunther straight replied, + "Ludegast and Ludeger both have me defied. + With open force they threaten to ravage all my land." + Then spake the dauntless champion, "Their pride shall + Siegfried's hand, + + +IX + + "Both to your boot and honor, bring lower, and once more + I'll do unto those boasters e'en as I did before. + Ere I end, o'er castles, o'er lands, o'er all I'll spread + Wide waste and desolation, or fortfeit else my head. + + +X + + "Do you and your good warriors sit by the chimney side; + With my knights here about me thither let me ride. + How willingly I serve you, my acts and deeds shall show, + And every one shall feel it who boasts himself your foe." + + +XI + + "Ah! how this promise cheers me!" the king dissembling said, + As though rejoic'd in earnest at that free-proffer'd aid. + Low bow'd to him the false one with fawning semblance fair. + Then return'd Sir Siegfried, "Take now no further care." + + +XII + + For the march the Burgundians prepar'd in show the while, + Yet Siegfried and his warriors 'twas done but to beguile. + Then bade he straight make ready each Netherlandish knight. + They sought out the best harness and surest arms they might. + + +XIII + + Then spake the valiant Siegfried, "Sir Siegmund, father mine, + Best tarry here in quiet till we return to Rhine. + Conquest, if God befriend us, we shortly back shall bring. + Meanwhile live blithe and merry with our good host the king." + + +XIV + + The flags anon were hoisted, and forward all would fare; + Among the men of Gunther many a one was there + Who knew not his lord's secret, and thought no treachery. + There might you see with Siegfried a mighty company. + + +XV + + Their helms and eke their mailcoats upon their steeds were tied. + Many a knight of prowess ready was to ride. + Then Hagan, Lord of Trony, as had before been plann'd, + Went to take leave of Kriemhild ere yet they left the land. + + +XVI + + "Ah! well is me," said Kriemhild, "that I've a lord who lends + Such firm assistance ever to back my dearest friends, + As now does my brave Siegfried for my brethren's sake; + Therefore," said the fair lady, "good courage will I take. + + +XVII + + "My good friend, Sir Hagan, bear in remembrance still + How much I love my kinsmen, nor ever wish'd them ill. + For this requite my husband, nor let me vainly long; + He should not pay the forfeit, if I did Brunhild wrong. + + +XVIII + + "My fault," pursued she sadly, "good cause had I to rue. + For it I have far'd badly; he beat me black and blue; + Such mischief-making tattle his patience could not brook, + And for it ample vengeance on my poor limbs he took." + + +XIX + + "You'll be friends together," said he, "some other day. + But, Kriemhild, my dear lady, tell me now, I pray, + At my hands to your husband what service can be done, + Fain would I do it, lady, better love I none." + + +XX + + The noble dame made answer, "Fear should I not at all, + That by the sword of any my lord in fight would fall, + But that he rashly follows his fiery martial mood. + Else could no harm befall him the noble knight and good." + + +XXI + + "Lady," then answer'd Hagan, "since thus you harbor fear + Lest hostile force should slay him, let me yet further hear, + What best may serve our purpose the warrior to defend. + On foot, on horse, I'll watch him, his guardian and his friend." + + +XXII + + Said she, "Thou art my cousin, and I alike am thine; + To thy good faith commend I this dearest lord of mine. + That thou wilt tend his welfare, assurance firm I hold." + Then told she him the secret far better left untold. + + +XXIII + + Said she, "My husband's daring, and thereto stout of limb + Of old, when on the mountain he slew the dragon grim, + In its blood he bath'd him, and thence no more can feel + In his charmed person the deadly dint of steel. + + +XXIV + + "Still am I ever anxious, whene'er in fight he stands, + And keen-edg'd darts are hailing from strong heroic hands, + Lest I by one should lose him, my own beloved make. + Ah! how my heart is beating still for my Siegfried's sake! + + +XXV + + "So now I'll tell the secret, dear friend, alone to thee + (For thou, I doubt not, cousin, will keep thy faith with me), + Where sword may pierce my darling, and death sit on the thrust. + See, in thy truth and honor how full, how firm my trust! + + +XXVI + + "As from the dragon's death-wounds gush'd out the crimson gore, + With the smoking torrent the warrior wash'd him o'er. + A leaf then 'twixt his shoulders fell from the linden bough. + There only steel can harm him; for that I tremble now." + + +XXVII + + Then said the Chief of Trony, "A little token sew + Upon his outer garment; thus shall I surer know + The spot that needs protection as in the fight we stand." + She thought his life to lengthen, the while his death was plann'd. + + +XXVIII + + Said she, "Upon his vesture with a fine silken thread + I'll sew a secret crosslet; by this small token led + Thy hand shall guard my husband, as through the press he goes, + And in the shock of battle confronts his swarming foes." + + +XXIX + + "So will I do," said Hagan, "my honor'd lady dear." + She thought her lord to profit, and keep from danger clear, + But all she did to aid him serv'd but to betray. + Leave then took Sir Hagan, and joyous strode away. + + +XXX + + What he had learn'd from Kriemhild his lord then bade him show + "Put off this march," said Hagan, "and let us hunting go; + Now have I all the secret; now in my hand is he; + Could you but contrive it?" "For that," said Gunther, "trust to me." + + +XXXI + + The false king and his courtiers to hear his words were fain. + I ween, so base a treason knight ne'er will do again, + As then was done by Hagan, when to his faith for aid + So fair a lady trusted, and so foully was betrayed. + + +XXXII + + Next morning on his journey in haste Sir Siegfried sped. + Of his men a thousand merrily he led. + He thought his foes to punish who had his friends defied. + Next him rode Sir Hagan, and close his vesture eyed. + + +XXXIII + + Soon as the mark he noted, he bade in secret go + Two of his men some distance, and come as from the foe, + Saying, that only friendship to Burgundy was meant, + And that they to King Gunther from Ludeger were sent. + + +XXXIV + + How then it irk'd Sir Siegfried to turn at once the rein, + Ere he in his friend's quarrel had battled once again! + Scarce could the men of Gunther divert him from his way. + So to the king back rode he, who thus his thanks 'gan pay. + + +XXXV + + "Now God requite you, Siegfried, of all my friends the best! + Since you are always ready to do what I request, + I'll ever do my utmost to merit such good will. + Many are the friends I trust in, but you're the surest still. + + +XXXVI + + "Now that we're free from foemen, and in firm peace abide, + Hence to the Wask forest a-hunting let us ride, + To chase the bears and wild swine, as oft I've done of yore." + The faithless, murderous Hagan had counsell'd this before. + + +XXXVII + + "To all my guests and kinsmen it straight announc'd shall be, + I mean to start full early; whoe'er would ride with me, + Must forthwith make him ready; whoe'er would here abide, + Let him amuse the ladies; with both I'm satisfied." + + +XXXVIII + + Then courteously made answer Siegfried the stout and strong, + "If you're inclined for hunting, gladly will I along. + So lend me but a huntsman and a good brach or two, + And I into the forest will find my way like you." + + +XXXIX + + "If one will not suffice you," the fraudful king replied, + "I'll lend you four good huntsmen, who know the forest wide, + And every track soever where the wild beasts roam. + You'll never, with their guidance, come empty-handed home." + + +XL + + Thence to his gentle lady rode off the warrior bold. + Quick to the king had Hagan the baleful tidings told, + How he would surely trap him, the champion frank and free. + Never was such foul treason, nor ever more will be. + + +XLI + + When now was laid the death-plot by that base traitor pair, + The rest then all consented. Gernot and Giselher + Neither would join the hunting; I know not through what fear + Or spite they warn'd not Siegfried; soon paid they for it dear. + + + + +SIXTEENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW SIEGFRIED WAS SLAIN + + +I + + Gunther and Hagan, the warriors fierce and bold, + To execute their treason, resolv'd to scour the wold, + The bear, the boar, the wild bull, by hill or dale or fen, + To hunt with keen-edg'd javelins; what fitter sport for valiant men? + + +II + + In lordly pomp rode with them Siegfried the champion strong. + Good store of costly viands they brought with them along. + Anon by a cool runnel he lost his guiltless life. + 'Twas so devis'd by Brunhild, King Gunther's moody wife. + + +III + + But first he sought the chamber where he his lady found. + He and his friends already had on the sumpters bound + Their gorgeous hunting raiment; they o'er the Rhine would go. + Never before was Kriemhild sunk so deep in woe. + + +IV + + On her mouth of roses he kiss'd his lady dear; + "God grant me, dame, returning in health to see thee here; + So may those eyes see me, too; meanwhile be blithe and gay + Among the gentle kinsmen; I must hence away." + + +V + + Then thought she on the secret (the truth she durst not tell) + How she had told it Hagan; then the poor lady fell + To wailing and lamenting that ever she was born. + Then wept she without measure, sobbing and sorrow-worn. + + +VI + + She thus bespake her husband, "Give up that chase of thine. + I dreamt last night of evil, how two fierce forest swine + Over the heath pursued thee; the flowers turn'd bloody red. + I cannot help thus weeping; I'm chill'd with mortal dread. + + +VII + + "I fear some secret treason, and cannot lose thee hence, + Lest malice should be borne thee for misconceiv'd offence. + Stay, my beloved Siegfried, take not my words amiss. + 'Tis the true love I bear thee that bids me counsel this." + + +VIII + + "Back shall I be shortly, my own beloved mate. + Not a soul in Rhineland know I, who bears me hate. + I'm well with all thy kinsmen; they're all my firm allies; + Nor have I from any e'er deserved otherwise." + + +IX + + "Nay! do not, dearest Siegfried! 'tis e'en thy death I dread. + Last night I dreamt, two mountains fell thundering on thy head, + And I no more beheld thee; if thou from me wilt go, + My heart will sure be breaking with bitterness of woe." + + +X + + Round her peerless body his clasping arms he threw. + Lovingly he kiss'd her, that faithful wife and true; + Then took his leave, and parted;--in a moment all was o'er-- + Living, alas poor lady! she saw him never more. + + +XI + + Then rode they thence, and hasten'd to a wildering forest drear. + Many a bold knight, on pastime intent and merry cheer, + In the train of Gunther and Siegfried took his way. + Stout Gernot and young Giselher at home preferr'd to stay. + + +XII + + Many a well-laden sumpter before them cross'd the Rhine, + That for the fellow-hunters carried bread and wine. + And flesh and fish in plenty, with every dainty thing + That might become the table of such a mighty king. + + +XIII + + Their course the noble hunters check'd in an open glade, + Where the wild beasts, that haunted the neighboring greenwood shade, + Pass'd to and fro by custom; the hunt they here would hold. + Thither at length came Siegfried; straight to the king 'twas told. + + +XIV + + Now every path and outlet the huntsmen had beset, + When thus bespake Sir Siegfried the chiefs who there were met. + "Ye bold and dauntless warriors! who will the honor claim + To enter first the forest, and bring us to the game?" + + +XV + + "Ere we begin our pastime," Sir Hagan straight replied, + "Here in this glade together, 'twere better first divide. + We then shall see more clearly, my lords as well as I, + Who's the most cunning sportsman of this fair company. + + +XVI + + "Let us divide among us the huntsmen and the hounds, + Then each, where'er he pleases, beat all these woody bounds, + And who excels his comrades, shall thanks have from the rest." + Not long the hunters linger'd, but started on their quest. + + +XVII + + Then said the good Sir Siegfried, "I do not need a pack; + One well-train'd hound will serve me the lurking beasts to track, + And the close scent to follow through every bush and brake. + We'll now begin our hunting." So Kriemhild's husband spake. + + +XVIII + + With that an aged huntsman a watchful limehound took, + And shortly brought the champion into a shady nook, + Where store of beasts were couching; as each sprung from his lair, + The warriors, like good hunters, fell on and caught them there. + + +XIX + + All, that the limehound started, anon with mighty hand + Were slain by noble Siegfried, the Chief of Netherland. + No beast could there outrun him, so swift his steed could race; + He won from all high praises for mastery in the chase. + + +XX + + Whatever he attempted, he went the best before. + The first beast he encounter'd was a fierce half-bred boar. + Him with a mighty death-stroke he stretch'd upon the ground; + Just after in a thicket a lion huge he found. + + +XXI + + Him the limehound started; his bow Sir Siegfried drew; + With a keen-headed arrow he shot the lion through. + But three faint bounds thereafter the dying monster made. + His wond'ring fellow-huntsmen thanks to Sir Siegfried paid. + + +XXII + + Then one upon another a buffalo, an elk + He slew, four strong ure-oxen, and last a savage shelk. + No beast, how swift soever, could leave his steed behind; + Scarcely their speed could profit the flying hart or hind. + + +XXIII + + Next the sagacious limer a monstrous wild boar trac'd; + Just then the master-hunter came sudden up in haste, + And cross'd his path undaunted as he to fly began. + Straight the churning monster at his opponent ran. + + +XXIV + + Then forward sprung Sir Siegfried, and with his sword him slew; + Such feat, I ween, no hunter besides had dared to do. + Then leash'd they the good limehound, and from the thicket led, + And told all the Burgundians how Siegfried's chase had sped. + + +XXV + + Then said his merry huntsmen, "Sir Siegfried, be so kind + As not our wood to empty, but leave some game behind. + There'll else be nothing living on mountain or on wold." + The champion at their jesting his laughter scarce could hold. + + +XXVI + + They heard then all about them, throughout those forest grounds, + Such shouting and such baying of huntsmen and of hounds, + That hill and wood re-echoed with the wild uproar. + Th' attendants had uncoupled four and twenty dogs or more. + + +XXVII + + Then full many a monster was doom'd his last to groan. + They thought with glad expectance to challenge for their own + The praise for the best hunting; but lower sunk their pride, + When to the tryst-fire shortly they saw Sir Siegfried ride. + + +XXVIII + + The hunting now was over for the most part at least; + Game was brought in plenty and skins of many a beast + To the place of meeting, and laid the hearth before. + Ah! to the busy kitchen what full supplies they bore! + + +XXIX + + Then bade Gunther summon the noble hunting crew + To the royal breakfast; a horn a huntsman blew + That far and wide re-echoed, and told to all around + That by the tryst-fire ready the king was to be found. + + +XXX + + Said one of Siegfried's huntsmen, "I heard a warning blast, + That thrilling horn assures me our hunting time is past; + We must back to our fellows; answer it will I." + So through the wood resounding rang question and reply. + + +XXXI + + Then spake the good Sir Siegfried, "Well! let us leave the wood." + His courser bore him smoothly, fast prick'd his comrades good. + With their noise they rous'd a monster, a wild bear fierce and grim. + Said Siegfried o'er his shoulder to those who follow'd him, + + +XXXII + + "Now, comrades, look for pastime! see you yon thicket there? + Slip the dog directly; I spy a monstrous bear. + The same shall instant with us hence to the trysting-place. + To get off in safety swift he indeed must pace." + + +XXXIII + + Straight they slipp'd the limer; off leapt the bear with speed; + Sir Siegfried thought to catch him through swiftness of his steed. + He came on fallen timber, so thus it could not be; + Then deem'd himself the monster from his fierce hunter free. + + +XXXIV + + Down sprang from horse Sir Siegfried, and plied on foot the chase; + Naught then could aid the monster o'ermaster'd in the race. + Sir Siegfried strongly seized him, and cast a rope around, + And, ere he once could wound him, the struggling bear he bound. + + +XXXV + + So fast the warrior bound him, he could nor scratch nor bite, + Then tied him to the saddle, and after mounted light. + So to the tryst-fire laughing with his snorting load, + By way of sport and pastime, the fearless warrior rode. + + +XXXVI + + In his state how lordly thither he came along! + Huge was his mighty boar-spear, weighty and broad and strong; + To his spur descended the good sword that he wore; + Of ruddy gold fair glittering a hunting horn he bore. + + +XXXVII + + Of better hunting-vesture never heard I tell. + His coat of darkest samite became the warrior well. + His cap of richest sable sat with a careless grace, + And his death-fraught quiver was bound with many a lace. + + +XXXVIII + + With the skin of a panther the same was cover'd o'er + For its balmy sweetness; a strong bow too he bore, + Which none but with a windlass could draw, howe'er he strove, + Unless himself was present at the mark to rove. + + +XXXIX + + All his outer garment was of a lynx's hide, + From head to foot with cunning 'twas speckled all and pied. + On either side descending of the master-hunter bold + From the rich fur there glitter'd many a bright thread of gold. + + +XL + + Girded he was with Balmung, a broad and mighty blade, + With such keen cutting edges, that straight its way it made + Where'er it smote on helmet, and thousands did to die. + 'Sooth was the lordly hunter of bearing proud and high. + + +XLI + + Besides (of this my story to tell you every part) + Fraught was his splendid quiver with many a dreary dart; + The shaft of each was gilded, a hand's-breadth was the steel. + 'Twas death of those grim arrows a single wound to feel. + + +XLII + + So stately from the forest rode on the noble knights; + The men of Gunther mark'd him soon as he came in sight, + And ran, and held his courser, and gave him tendance fair. + Meanwhile close to the saddle lay bound the groaning bear. + + +XLIII + + The knight, from horse alighting, soft the band untied + That bound his paws and muzzle; straight when the bear they spied, + All the pack of yelpers open'd on him loud. + The beast made for the forest, scattering the startled crowd. + + +XLIV + + Scared by the din and uproar he through the kitchen rac'd. + Ah! how the cooks and scullions from round the fire he chas'd! + Upset were pans and kettles, and store of savory hashes, + Roast, boil'd, and stew'd together were hissing in the ashes. + + +XLV + + From their seats upstarted the lords and all the band; + The bear flew into fury; straight gave the king command + The hounds to uncouple, and slip them on the prey. + Had it all thus ended, it had been a merry day. + + +XLVI + + With bows and mighty boar-spears (no more was quiet there) + Upsprung the light-foot warriors and chas'd the flying bear. + The dogs there were so many, none dar'd a dart to fling. + With shouting and hallooing they made the mountains ring. + + +XLVII + + Before the dogs he scamper'd; they follow'd where he led; + But 'twas the swift-foot Siegfried that caught him as he fled. + Once with his sword he smote him; he wallow'd in his gore. + Back to the scatter'd tryst-fire his friends the monster bore. + + +XLVIII + + Loud shouted each beholder that 'twas a matchless blow. + Now the high-born hunters were bidden to table go. + Down in a flowery meadow sat they right merrily. + Ah! what dainty viands cheer'd that proud company! + + +XLIX + + Still delay'd the attendants the ruddy wine to pour. + Never else were warriors better serv'd before. + But for the heinous treason with which they fram'd their plot, + All that choice band of champions were free from blame or blot. + + +L + + Then said the noble Siegfried, "I needs must wonder here, + That joyous wine is wanting with such abundant cheer. + When so o'erflows the kitchen, how is't the cellar's dry? + Treat merry hunters better, or hunt no more will I. + + +LI + + "I have deserv'd in Rhineland more hospitable care." + Then answering from the table spoke Gunther false and fair. + "This fault shall soon be mended, and reason done you first. + For this we may thank Hagan, who makes us die of thirst." + + +LII + + Then said the Chief of Trony, "My lord and master dear, + I thought that this day's hunting was not to be held here, + But in the wood of Spessart, so thither sent the wine. + The like shall never happen again by fault of mine." + + +LIII + + Then said the Netherlander, "Little thank I such care. + I look'd for seven good sumpters to mend our thirsty fare + With mead and wine of spices; if so we could not dine, + Better by far have placed us close beside the Rhine." + + +LIV + + Then spake the Chief of Trony, "Ye noble knights and bold, + I know just to our wishes a runnel clear and cold + Close by, so be not angry, but thither let us go." + Th' advice brought many a champion sorrow and mortal woe. + + +LV + + Yet could not then his danger the death-doom'd hero spy. + Little thought he so foully by seeming friends to die. + His heart knew naught of falsehood; 'twas open, frank and plain. + For his death dear paid thereafter who fondly hop'd to gain. + + +LVI + + The noble knight Sir Siegfried with thirst was sore opprest, + So earlier rose from table, and could no longer rest, + But straight would to the mountain the running brook to find, + And so advanc'd the treason his faithless foes design'd. + + +LVII + + Meanwhile were slowly lifted on many a groaning wain + The beasts in that wild forest by Siegfried's manhood slain. + Each witness gave him honor, and loud his praises spoke. + Alas! that with him Hagan his faith so foully broke. + + +LVIII + + Now when to the broad linden they all would take their way, + Thus spake the fraudful Hagan, "Full oft have I heard say, + That none a match in swiftness for Kriemhild's lord can be, + Whene'er to race he pleases; would he grant us this to see?" + + +LIX + + Then spake the Netherlander, Siegfried with open heart, + "Well then! let's make the trial! together we will start + From hence to yonder runnel; let us at once begin, + And he shall pass for winner who shall be seen to win." + + +LX + + "Agreed!" said treacherous Hagan, "let us each other try." + Thereto rejoin'd stout Siegfried, "And if you pass me by, + Down at your feet I'll lay me humbled on the grass." + When these words heard Gunther, what joy could his surpass? + + +LXI + + Then said the fearless champion, "And this I tell you more, + I'll carry all th' equipment that in the chase I wore, + My spear, my shield, my vesture--leave will I nothing out." + His sword then and his quiver he girt him quick about. + + +LXII + + King Gunther and Sir Hagan to strip were nothing slow; + Both for the race stood ready in shirts as white as snow. + Long bounds, like two wild panthers, o'er the grass they took, + But seen was noble Siegfried before them at the brook. + + +LXIII + + Whate'er he did, the warrior high o'er his fellows soar'd. + Now laid he down his quiver, and quick ungirt his sword. + Against the spreading linden he lean'd his mighty spear. + So by the brook stood waiting the chief without a peer. + + +LXIV + + In every lofty virtue none with Sir Siegfried vied. + Down he laid his buckler by the water's side. + For all the thirst that parch'd him, one drop he never drank + Till the king had finish'd; he had full evil thank. + + +LXV + + Cool was the little runnel, and sparkled clear as glass. + O'er the rill King Gunther knelt down upon the grass. + When he his draught had taken he rose and stepp'd aside. + Full fain alike would Siegfried his thirst have satisfied. + + +LXVI + + Dear paid he for his courtesy; his bow, his matchless blade, + His weapons all, Sir Hagan far from their lord convey'd, + Then back sprung to the linden to seize his ashen spear, + And to find out the token survey'd his vesture near; + + +LXVII + + Then, as to drink Sir Siegfried down kneeling there he found, + He pierc'd him through the crosslet, that sudden from the wound + Forth the life-blood spouted e'en o'er his murderer's weed. + Never more will warrior dare so foul a deed. + + +LXVIII + + Between his shoulders sticking he left the deadly spear. + Never before Sir Hagan so fled for ghastly fear, + As from the matchless champion whom he had butcher'd there. + Soon as was Sir Siegfried of the mortal wound aware, + + +LXIX + + Up he from the runnel started as he were wood. + Out from betwixt his shoulders his own huge boar-spear stood. + He thought to find his quiver or his broadsword true. + The traitor for his treason had then receiv'd his due. + + +LXX + + But, ah! the deadly wounded nor sword nor quiver found; + His shield alone beside him lay there upon the ground. + This from the bank he lifted and straight at Hagan ran; + Him could not then by fleetness escape King Gunther's man. + + +LXXI + + E'en to the death though wounded, he hurl'd it with such power, + That the whirling buckler scatter'd wide a shower + Of the most precious jewels, then straight in shivers broke. + Full gladly had the warrior ta'en vengeance with that stroke. + + +LXXII + + E'en as it was, his manhood fierce Hagan level'd low. + Loud, all around, the meadow rang with the wondrous blow. + Had he in hand good Balmung, the murderer he had slain. + His wound was sore upon him; he writh'd in mortal pain. + + +LXXIII + + His lively color faded; a cloud came o'er his sight; + He could stand no longer; melted all his might; + In his paling visage the mark of death he bore. + Soon many a lovely lady sorrow'd for him sore. + + +LXXIV + + So the lord of Kriemhild among the flowerets fell. + From the wound fresh gushing his heart's blood fast did well. + Then thus amidst his tortures, e'en with his failing breath, + The false friends he upbraided who had contriv'd his death. + + +LXXV + + Thus spake the deadly wounded, "Ay! cowards false as hell! + To you I still was faithful; I serv'd you long and well;-- + But what boots all?--for guerdon treason and death I've won, + By your friends vile traitors! foully have you done. + + +LXXVI + + "Whoever shall hereafter from your loins be born, + Shall take from such vile fathers a heritage of scorn. + On me you have wreak'd malice where gratitude was due. + With shame shall you be banish'd by all good knights and true." + + +LXXVII + + Thither ran all the warriors where in his blood he lay. + To many of that party sure 'twas a joyless day. + Whoe'er were true and faithful, they sorrow'd for his fall. + So much the peerless champion had merited of all. + + +LXXVIII + + With them the false King Gunther bewept his timeless end. + Then spake the deadly wounded, "Little it boots your friend + Yourself to plot his murder, and then the deed deplore. + Such is a shameful sorrow; better at once 'twere o'er." + + +LXXIX + + Then spake the low'ring Hagan, "I know not why you moan. + Our cares all and suspicions are now for ever flown. + Who now are left, against us who'll dare to make defence? + Well's me, for all this weeping, that I have rid him hence." + + +LXXX + + "Small cause hast thou," said Siegfried, "to glory in my fate. + Had I ween'd, thy friendship cloak'd such murderous hate, + From such as thou full lightly could I have kept my life. + Now grieve I but for Kriemhild, my dear, my widow'd wife. + + +LXXXI + + "Now may God take pity, that e'er I had a son, + Who this reproach must suffer from deed so foully done, + That by his murderous kinsmen his father thus was slain. + Had I but time to finish, of this I well might plain. + + +LXXXII + + "Surely so base a murder the world did never see," + Said he, and turn'd to Gunther, "as you have done on me. + I sav'd your life and honor from shame and danger fell, + And thus am I requited by you I serv'd so well." + + +LXXXIII + + Then further spake the dying, and speaking sigh'd full deep, + "Oh king! if thou a promise with anyone wilt keep, + Let me in this last moment thy grace and favor find + For my dear love and lady, the wife I leave behind. + + +LXXXIV + + "Remember, she's thy sister, yield her a sister's right, + Guard her with faith and honor, as thou'rt a king and knight. + My father and my followers for me they long must wait, + Comrade ne'er found from comrade so sorrowful a fate." + + +LXXXV + + In his mortal anguish he writh'd him to and fro, + And then said, deadly groaning, "This foul and murderous blow + Deep will ye rue hereafter; this for sure truth retain, + That in slaying Siegfried you yourselves have slain." + + +LXXXVI + + With blood were all bedabbled the flowerets of the field. + Some time with death he struggled, as though he scorn'd to yield + E'en to the foe, whose weapon strikes down the loftiest head. + At last prone in the meadow lay mighty Siegfried dead. + + +LXXXVII + + When now the chiefs were certain that dead was the good knight, + They laid him on a buckler with gold all richly dight, + Then counsel took together the general to mislead, + And keep the shameful secret that Hagan did the deed. + + +LXXXVIII + + Then many said, repenting, "This deed will prove our bale; + Still let us shroud the secret, and all keep in one tale, + That the good lord of Kriemhild to hunt alone preferr'd, + And so was slain by robbers as through the wood he spurr'd." + + +LXXXIX + + "I'll bring him home, and gladly," said Hagan, frowning stern; + "As to his wife, I reck not whether the truth she learn, + Who slander'd gentle Brunhild, and wrought her so much ill. + I care not for her weeping, do she whate'er she will." + + +XC + + Of that same little runnel where Siegfried murder'd fell, + The true and rightful story you now shall hear me tell. + In th' Odenwald is a village, Odenheim is its name. + There still the brook is running; doubt not it is the same. + + + + +SEVENTEENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW SIEGFRIED WAS BEWAILED AND BURIED + + +I + + Till nightfall there they tarried, and then the Rhine recross'd; + Never yet hunted warriors at such a grievous cost. + Many a fair lady sorrow'd for a hart they slew that day; + The life of many a champion must for that hunting pay. + + +II + + Of overweening outrage now must tell my strain, + And dire revenge remorseless; the dead, thus foully slain, + As though athirst for horrors, Hagan bade bear away, + And cast before the chamber where unweeting Kriemhild lay. + + +III + + He bade his followers darkling down lay him at the door, + That she might surely find him, as she stepp'd the threshold o'er. + Going forth to matins ere the dawn of day, + For from a single service she seldom kept away. + + +IV + + The minster bells were ringing at th' early 'custom'd hour. + Upstarted then fair Kriemhild, and wak'd each maid in bower. + For light she call'd and vesture that she might straight be gown'd. + A chamberlain hasten'd thither, and there Sir Siegfried found. + + +V + + He saw him blood-bespatter'd, with weed all dabbled o'er; + He knew not 'twas his master stretch'd on the reeking floor; + In went he to the chamber; with him the light he took, + By which on such deep horror sad Kriemhild was to look. + + +VI + + As she now with her maidens to church would take her way, + The chamberlain bespoke her; "Lady, a little stay; + A murder'd knight is lying close before the sill." + "O woe!" cried fearful Kriemhild, "what means this tale of ill?" + + +VII + + Ere yet she could see clearly 'twas her lord who lay there lay slain, + The question put by Hagan rush'd to her mind again, + How he could guard her husband; then anguish first she felt. + From his death for ever with lingering grief she dwelt. + + +VIII + + To earth down sank she senseless, that not a word she spoke. + There lay the fair, the friendless, beneath that mortal stroke. + Then, from her swoon reviving, up from the ground she sprang, + And shriek'd so shrill and sudden, that all the chamber rang. + + +IX + + Then said her trembling maidens, "What stranger here lies slain?" + From her mouth a bloody torrent burst through heart-quelling pain. + "No, no!" said she, "'tis Siegfried, my love, that there lies low. + 'Twas Brunhild gave the counsel, and Hagan struck the blow." + + +X + + Thither where the corpse was lying, her maids their lady led; + With her lily hand, all trembling, she raised his languish'd head; + Howe'er with blood 'twas dabbled, her lord at once she knew. + There lay the Chief of Netherland, a piteous sight to view. + + +XI + + Then weeping thus and wailing the queen her sorrows pour'd; + "Woe's me, woe's me for ever! sure no fair foeman's sword + Shiver'd thy failing buckler; 'twas murder stopp'd thy breath; + O that I knew who did it! death I'd requite with death." + + +XII + + Then wept and wail'd full shrilly her gentle maidens all + With their beloved mistress; woe were they for the fall + Of their noble master there in his blood embrued. + Hagan the wrath of Brunhild had wreak'd with deadly feud. + + +XIII + + Then spake the sorrow-laden, "Go hence with your best speed, + Quick call up Siegfried's liegemen, his warriors good at need; + To Siegmund, too, let tidings of my deep loss be borne, + That he may help his daughter his murder'd son to mourn." + + +XIV + + A messenger ran quickly, and came where slept the band + Of Siegfried's chosen champions from the Nibelunger's land. + Their merry cheer his tidings chang'd to sorrow deep. + His tale they would not credit until they saw him weep. + + +XV + + Thence quickly came he running where aged Siegmund lay + From the king's aching eyelids sweet sleep was far away. + His heart, I ween, foreboded the deed that had been done, + And that the childless father no more should see his son. + + +XVI + + "Wake, wake! Sir King! Sir Siegmund! Kriemhild, my lady dear, + In haste hath sent me hither; she's plung'd in doleful drear; + Woe, that all woe surpasses, wrings her inmost heart. + Help her to mourn the misery, whereof you own a part." + + +XVII + + Then said the king, half-rising, "What has happ'd of woe + To the fair Lady Kriemhild, which here thou com'st to show?" + "Alas!" replied he weeping, "concealment here is vain; + The noble Netherlander, Siegfried, thy son, is slain." + + +XVIII + + Then said the good King Siegmund, "Leave off such idle sport; + For my sake spread no further this mischievous report. + Were't true indeed that Siegfried my son were made away, + Ne'er could I cease from wailing e'en to my dying day." + + +XIX + + "If me you will not credit, but still will doubt my tale, + Hark then yourself to Kriemhild, hear her so wildly wail, + Her and her band of maidens, for noble Siegfried dead." + Then sorely shudder'd Siegmund; deep cause had he for dread. + + +XX + + Straight from his bed up sprang he, and his hundred warriors too; + Their long sharp-edged weapons with hasty hand they drew. + Where they heard the wailing, headlong they thither ran; + Thither too Siegfried's thousand, each a chosen man, + + +XXI + + Led by the shrieks of horror, ran with like eager speed. + Some of the household fancied, they came for funeral weed. + Well might they be confounded, and from their senses start. + The sting of deadly sorrow was deep in every heart. + + +XXII + + Then said the good King Siegmund, when Kriemhild he had seen, + "Woe worth our journey hither! would it had never been! + 'Midst such good friends and kinsmen, who has this murder done, + Which thee hath cost thy husband, and me, alas! my son?" + + +XXIII + + The noble lady answer'd, "Could I the murderer find, + I'd wreak on him such vengeance with all my heart and mind, + That all his friends should sorrow at the woful tale, + While they had eyes for weeping, while they had tongues to wail." + + +XXIV + + His arms round the dead champion Sir Siegmund trembling threw; + Thereat so loud the sorrow of each beholder grew, + That the proud hall of Gunther and the palace high + And Worms, through all his quarters, rung to the thrilling cry. + + +XXV + + But none there could bring comfort to Siegfried's lady true. + Out from his bloodied vesture his comely limbs they drew, + And wash'd his wound wide-gaping, and laid him on the bier. + Woe were his weeping followers through heart-consuming drear. + + +XXVI + + Out then spake his warriors from the Nibelungers' land; + "Revenge will we our master each with his own good hand + This very house must harbor him who has done the deed." + Then hasten'd Siegfried's meiny to don their warlike weed. + + +XXVII + + Now did the chosen squadron each with his buckler stand, + Eleven hundred champions; at head of all the band + Was seen the reverend Siegmund; to faith and honor true + Fain would he take vengeance on those who Siegfried slew. + + +XXVIII + + With whom they were to battle they could not yet discern, + Unless it were with Gunther and his Burgundians stern, + For with them did Siegfried to the fatal hunting go. + When Kriemhild saw them weapon'd, 'twas ill on ill, 'twas woe on woe. + + +XXIX + + However deep her anguish, however great her need, + She fear'd to see her followers the Nibelungers bleed + Beneath her brother's numbers; so, their stout minds to bend, + She gave them gentle counsel, as friend should deal with friend. + + +XXX + + Thus said the mournful lady, "Siegmund, my lord, give ear. + What is it you are doing? some rash resolve I fear. + King Gunther has about him full many a man of might; + You and all must perish in such unequal fight." + + +XXXI + + Each had bound on his buckler; each held his sword in hand; + They yearn'd for blood and vengeance; with prayer and with command + She press'd th' impatient warriors to choose the milder part; + They call'd for instant battle; that cut her to the heart. + + +XXXII + + She spake, "My good lord Siegmund, lay thoughts of vengeance by + Till some more fitting season; then with you fain will I + Revenge my murder'd husband; could I but come to know + Who has made me thus a widow, woe should be his for woe. + + +XXXIII + + "Many are the haughty warriors here on the banks of Rhine, + So keep peace for the present; such sure advice is mine; + The match is too unequal, thirty at least to one; + God do to them hereafter as they to us have done. + + +XXXIV + + "Stay here, and in my sorrow be pleas'd a part to take, + Mine and my lord's revengers, till day begin to break, + And help me then to coffin my lord who there lies low." + Then all the warriors answer'd, "Dear lady, be it so." + + +XXXV + + In sooth it was a wonder that none can tell aright, + How wept and loud lamented many a dame and many a knight, + That e'en unto the city the rueful wail was borne; + In haste the noble burghers came when they heard them mourn. + + +XXXVI + + They with the guests lamented, for sore they griev'd as well. + What was the offence of Siegfried, none of them could tell, + For which by stroke so sudden the chief had lost his life. + There with the high-born ladies wept each good burgher's wife. + + +XXXVII + + Joiners and smiths were summon'd to frame a coffin strong, + Beset with gold and silver, massy and broad and long, + And braced with bars of iron to guard the frailer wood. + Then all the crowd about it in dreary sorrow stood. + + +XXXVIII + + And now the night was over; forth peep'd the morning fair; + Straight bade the noble lady thence to the minster bear + The matchless champion Siegfried, her husband lov'd so dear. + All her friends close follow'd with many a sigh and tear. + + +XXXIX + + When they the minster enter'd, how many a bell was rung! + How many a priest on all sides the mournful requiem sung! + Then thither with his meiny came Dankrat's haughty son, + And thither too grim Hagan; it had been better left undone. + + +XL + + Then spoke the king, "Dear sister, woe worth this loss of thine! + Alas that such misfortune has happ'd to me and mine! + For sure the death of Siegfried we ever both must rue." + "Nay," said the mournful lady, "so without cause you do, + + +XLI + + "For if you really rued it, never had it been. + I know you have your sister forgotten quite and clean, + So I and my beloved were parted as you see. + Good God! would he had granted the stroke had fall'n on me!" + + +XLII + + Firmly they made denial; Kriemhild at once replied, + "Whoe'er in this is guiltless, let him this proof abide. + In sight of all the people let him approach the bier, + And so to each beholder shall the plain truth appear." + + +XLIII + + It is a mighty marvel, which oft e'en now we spy, + That, when the blood-stain'd murderer comes to the murder'd nigh, + The wounds break out a-bleeding; then to the same befell, + And thus could each beholder the guilt of Hagan tell. + + +XLIV + + The wounds at once burst streaming fast as they did before; + Those, who then sorrow'd deeply, now yet lamented more. + Then outspake King Gunther, "I give you here to know, + He was slain by robbers; Hagan struck ne'er a blow." + + +XLV + + "Ay! well know I those robbers," his widow'd sister said; + "By the hands of his true comrades may God revenge the dead! + False Gunther, and false Hagan! 'twas you, your friend that slew." + Thereat the knights of Siegfried gripp'd to their swords anew. + + +XLVI + + This more distracted Kriemhild; when in her anxious pain + Two friends she saw approaching to seek and mourn the slain, + Gernot her good brother, and Giselher the young. + Their eyes were blind with weeping; true grief their bosoms wrung. + + +XLVII + + They wept for Kriemhild's husband, and inly sorrowed too. + Mass now all would be singing; the doors they open threw, + And straight into the minster both men and women press'd. + Those, who could well spare Siegfried, mourn'd for him with the rest. + + +XLVIII + + Gernot then and Giselher thus spake, "My sister dear! + For this sad death take comfort, all must have sorrow here. + We'll do our best to help thee as long as we have life." + Yet could not they nor others console the widow'd wife. + + +XLIX + + His coffin now was ready; it was about midday; + From the bier he was lifted whereon till now he lay. + Yet would not his pale lady have him laid at once in ground. + His friends and faithful followers to further toil were bound. + + +L + + In richest stuff, deep sighing, they wrapp'd the clay-cold dead. + Not one, I ween, was present, but bitter tears he shed. + Then wail'd the high-born Uta; deep teen in heart she bore; + And all her dames lamented that Siegfried was no more. + + +LI + + Soon as 'twas heard, the murder'd had now been laid in chest, + And that the mass was singing, to church the people press'd. + For his soul what offerings were brought in all men's view! + E'en 'midst foes so deadly, friends had he firm and true. + + +LII + + Then the wretched Kriemhild her chamberlains bespake, + "Now must you toil and trouble suffer for my sake. + To those who honor'd Siegfried, and dear his widow hold, + For the soul of the departed deal out his treasur'd gold." + + +LIII + + No child, howe'er so little, just knowing wrong from right, + But brought an offering thither; ere buried was the knight, + At least a hundred masses they sang the whole day long; + Thither all friends of Siegfried's flock'd in, a numerous throng. + + +LIV + + When now the chants were over, the crowd would wend away. + Then spake the sobbing Kriemhild, "Ah! leave me not, I pray, + This night alone to sorrow, and watch th' unheeding dead. + With him, my own beloved, all my joys lie withered. + + +LV + + "Three nights, three days, I'll keep him, and gaze upon him still, + Till of the dearly dear one I thus have had my fill. + What if God be willing that me, too, death should seize? + Then well at once were ended poor Kriemhild's miseries." + + +LVI + + The people of the city went home as darkness fell; + The priests and monks attendant, and all the train, who well + Had serv'd the champion living, fair Kriemhild begg'd to stay. + Their night was full of sorrow, of dreariment their day. + + +LVII + + Many of the woful mourners nor meat nor drink would taste, + But for all such as needed at hand was ready plac'd + Good store of each provision; this Siegmund took in hand. + There mickle toil awaited the Nibelungers' band. + + +LVIII + + For three whole days together, as we have heard men say, + Whoe'er had skill in singing, on them hard labor lay. + Sore were their hearts afflicted, as for the soul they pray'd + Of that redoubted champion, who there a corpse was laid. + + +LIX + + There, too, the poor and needy, who of his own had nought, + In hand, by Kriemhild furnish'd, a golden offering brought + From Siegfried's proper treasure; when his body lifeless lay, + Marks full many a thousand for his soul were given away. + + +LX + + Landed rents and revenues she scatter'd wide around, + Wherever sacred convents and holy men were found, + And to the poor gave silver and clothes in plenteous store. + She proved by all her actions what love to him she bore. + + +LXI + + On the third morn when duly the mass was to be sung, + With country folk all weeping (such grief their bosoms wrung) + The churchyard of the minster was fill'd from end to end. + Each wail'd the dead, each sorrow'd as for his dearest friend. + + +LXII + + In four days successive were scattered 'mongst the poor + Marks some thirty thousand for Siegfried's soul, or more. + To the good knight such honor his friends desir'd to pay, + When his life was brought to nothing, and his beauty passed away. + + +LXIII + + The singing now was over, God had been serv'd as due; + Then with o'ermastering sorrow strove that empassion'd crew. + Next to the grave they brought him from out the minster near. + One weeping, one wild wailing was then alone to hear. + + +LXIV + + Loud shrieking, mov'd the people around the bearers slow; + None there, nor man nor woman, but wore one face of woe. + 'Twas sung; 'twas said, as fitted, ere he in ground was laid. + Ah! what good priests to Siegfried the last sad duties paid! + + +LXV + + Ere to the grave advancing his own true lady came, + Her sense-o'erpowering sorrow so shook her wasted frame, + That oft was need to sprinkle her from the cool-springing well. + Boundless was her distraction; the like no tongue can tell. + + +LXVI + + 'Twas strange, such utter anguish dislodged not the frail life. + With eager haste to help her flock'd many a wailing wife. + Then spake the queen, "Ye warriors! My murder'd Siegfried's best, + By your love to your master grant me this last request. + + +LXVII + + "Let me have one small pleasure 'mid pains so manifold; + The stately head of Siegfried I would once more behold." + She begg'd so long, so wailful, that less they could not do + Than force the coffin open, and give the corpse to view. + + +LXVIII + + So thither they led the lady, where lay the clay-cold dead. + With her fine snowy fingers she rais'd his stately head, + And kiss'd him lifeless lying; long bending there she stood; + Her fair eyes for anguish wept o'er him tears of blood. + + +LXIX + + How woful was their parting! Borne was she thence away, + Walk she could no longer; insensible she lay + Through bitterness of sorrow, so lovely and so still, + As if Death would have smitten, yet wanted heart to kill. + + +LXX + + When now the noble champion was duly laid in ground, + O'erwhelm'd with boundless sorrow the valiant chiefs were found, + That from the land of Nibelung had come with him erewhile; + King Siegmund too thereafter was seldom seen to smile. + + +LXXI + + Many were there among them who made unceasing moan, + Nor ate nor drank for anguish till three whole days were gone. + Then hard constraint compell'ed them to life against their will, + And they from grief recovered, as haps to thousands still. + + +LXXII + + In deadly swoon unconscious the widow'd Kriemhild lay, + Both day and night unalter'd e'en to the second day, + Nor heard whate'er was spoken, nor mark'd what pass'd around; + In like unheeding sorrow was eke King Siegmund drown'd. + + +LXXIII + + With pain back to his senses return'd the childless chief; + Shrunk were his powers, and weaken'd through the strong dint of grief, + Nor was there ground for wonder. Then said his liegemen near + "My lord, best travel homeward; we must not tarry here." + + + + +EIGHTEENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW SIEGMUND RETURNED HOME + + +I + + The father-in-law of Kriemhild to the pale mourner went, + And kindly thus bespake her, "Our thoughts are homeward bent; + Unwelcome guests in Rhineland I ween we needs must be, + So, Kriemhild, dearest lady, ride to my land with me. + + +II + + "Thou must not here dwell helpless among thy foemen left, + Where both of us of Siegfried foul treason hath bereft. + I'll guard thee with firm friendship and honor undefil'd + For love of thy good husband and of his noble child. + + +III + + "All power, beloved lady, shall be thine again, + And, as thy lord intended, royally shalt thou reign. + The land, the crown, thou ownedst, thou both, as erst, shall sway. + To thee shall Siegfried's liegeman a willing service pay." + + +IV + + Forthwith 'twas told his followers that they must hence with speed; + Each straight to the stable hurried for his steed. + To dwell with deadly foemen scorn and shame they thought; + Matrons and maids were stirring, and out their vesture sought. + + +V + + When now the good King Siegmund ready was to ride, + Her mother sued to Kriemhild among her kin to bide, + That still her only daughter her aged eyes might see. + The joy-bereft made answer, "Nay, that can hardly be. + + +VI + + "With my eyes could I ever the fawning friend behold, + Who wrought me, wretched woman, sorrows so manifold?" + Then spake the youthful Giselher, "Dear sister, why away? + For love's sake and for duty's, here with thy mother stay. + + +VII + + "Who have weigh'd thee down with sorrow and wreak'd on thee + their hate, + Of them thou need'st no service; live from my sole estate." + She answer'd thus the warior, "No! no! it cannot be. + Die should I straight of horror, if I should Hagan see." + + +VIII + + "From that thou may'st be certain I'll shield thee, sister dear, + With me shalt thou dwell ever, thy brother Giselher, + Who, if love can bring comfort, will thy sad loss supply." + "Ah!" said the heaven-forsaken, "Of that sore need have I." + + +IX + + Soon as this gentle proffer the youthful knight had made, + Next Uta and good Gernot and their true cousins pray'd + The joy-deserted mourner among them there to stay. + Her kin 'mong Siegfried's followers were few and far away. + + +X + + "To you they all are strangers," said Gernot, drawing nigh; + "No man there lives so mighty but he must some time die; + Consider this, fair sister, and comfort to you take; + Here with your friends 'twere better your fix'd abode to make." + + +XI + + At last she promised Giselher that she would there abide. + Meanwhile the knights of Siegmund ready were to ride + To the Nibelunger's country; their steeds were led from stall, + And on the sturdy sumpters was laid their raiment all. + + +XII + + The venerable Siegmund went up to Kriemhild then, + And with these words address'd her: "Lady, Siegfried's men + Are waiting with the horses; part must we instantly; + It irks me every moment we stay in Burgundy." + + +XIII + + Then answer'd Lady Kriemhild, "Such friends as wish me well + And bear me love, advise me among them here to dwell, + Since in the land of Nibelung nor kith nor kin have I." + Woe was the noble Siegmund at hearing her reply. + + +XIV + + "In this at least," return'd he, "trust not their offers fair. + Thou before all my kindred the royal crown shalt wear + With the same pride and puissance as ere our joys were crost, + Nor want of aught remind thee that Siegfried we have lost. + + +XV + + "Come then, return among us for thy fair infant's sake; + Desert not the young orphan; a mother's duty take. + When he grows up to manhood, he'll comfort thy sad cheer; + Meanwhile good knights shall serve thee, who held thy husband dear." + + +XVI + + Said she, "My good lord Siegmund, from home I cannot ride. + Whatever hence befall me, here must I still abide + Among my proper kinsmen, who'll help me to lament." + Her words gave the good warriors sorrow and discontent. + + +XVII + + With one accord they answer'd, "We must in truth confess, + That never till this moment we felt true bitterness, + If thou persist to tarry among our foemen here. + Sure for a peaceful journey knights never paid so dear." + + +XVIII + + "Hence without thought of danger ride home with God to friend, + Your steps a fitting escort shall through this land attend + E'en to your native country. Farewell, good knights and true; + My dear, my orphan'd infant I trust, my friends, to you." + + +XIX + + When they perceiv'd for certain that she her purpose kept, + The warriors of King Siegmund with one accord they wept. + With what heart-rending sorrow the reverend Siegmund, too, + Parted from Lady Kriemhild! then what was grief he knew. + + +XX + + "Woe worth this dreary festal!" the hoary monarch cried, + "To kings nor to their kinsmen shall never more betide + From merriment and pleasure such heart-devouring teen. + In Burgundy shall Siegmund never more be seen." + + +XXI + + Then said and frown'd indignant the knights of Siegfried's train, + "Nay, into this same country we well may come again + To seek and find the traitor who laid our master low. + Among the kin of Siegfried they have many a mortal foe." + + +XXII + + Lovingly kiss'd he Kriemhild, and sadly thus 'gan say, + When he could see too clearly that she was fix'd to stay, + "Now home, bereav'd and joyless, a weary way we go. + 'Tis only now I'm feeling the fulness of my woe." + + +XXIII + + They rode without an escort from Worms beyond the Rhine. + Sorrowful and silent they mov'd in lengthen'd line, + Nor fear'd assault or ambush by lurking foemen plann'd; + Secure each Nibelunger felt in his own right hand. + + +XXIV + + From all they kept disdainful, leave of none they took; + Giselher and Gernot such parting could not brook. + But lovingly approach'd them; woe were they for their woe; + That for their loss they sorrow'd, they gave their guest to know. + + +XXV + + Then gently spoke Prince Gernot, and heav'd full many a sigh, + "God in heaven is my witness, nor part the guilt had I + In the death of Siegfried, nor had I heard before + That any him bore malice; I sorrow for him sore." + + +XXVI + + To them was given good escort by Giselher the young. + Deep-sorrowing altogether he brought them safe along, + Both king and loyal liegemen, home to Netherland. + There met they all their kindred; small joy was in the band. + + +XXVII + + What happ'd to them thereafter is more than I can say. + At Worms still heard was Kriemhild complaining, day by day. + That none her sorrow pitied, or brought her comfort due, + Save Giselher her brother; he still was good and true. + + +XXVIII + + Meanwhile sat misproud Brunhild in haughtiness uncheck'd; + Of Kriemhild's tears and sorrows her it nothing reck'd. + She pitied not the mourner; she stoop'd not to the low. + Soon Kriemhild took full vengeance, and woe repaid with woe. + + + + +NINETEENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW THE TREASURE OF THE NIBELUNGERS WAS BROUGHT TO WORMS + + +I + + While thus the mourning Kriemhild remain'd in widow'd state, + Count Eckewart upon her did ever constant wait + With all his men about him; he serv'd her without fail, + And help'd his weeping lady his murdered lord to wail. + + +II + + At Worms fast by the minster was fram'd for her to dwell + A building high and spacious, and thereto furnish'd well, + Where sat she joyless ever among her joyless train. + To church she oft betook her, and there would linger fain. + + +III + + How oft, weigh'd with sorrow (she seldom miss'd a day), + Thither would she go faintly where her beloved lay, + And God for grace and mercy upon his soul implore, + And with true love unfailing beweep him evermore! + + +IV + + Queen Uta and her ladies to sooth the mourner sought, + But still take could she never the comfort that they brought; + The sting of deadly sorrow had pierc'd her heart too deep; + Nor love had she, nor longing, but for her lord to weep. + + +V + + Such grief as Kriemhild's never wife for her husband knew; + Thence might be seen how faithful her heart was, and how true. + E'en to her day of dying her life in woe she pass'd. + She took for her slain Siegfried a dread revenge at last. + + +VI + + So after her bereavement she sat, for three long years + And half another, ever in sorrow and in tears, + Nor once spoke word to Gunther, albeit in blood so nigh, + Nor on her foeman Hagan ever once set eye. + + +VII + + Then said the Knight of Trony, "Your best attention bend, + How you may hereafter your sister make your friend. + So might the wondrous treasure come to this land, I ween. + 'Twould much be to your profit, could we appease the queen." + + +VIII + + "We'll try," replied King Gunther, "my brothers with her bide + Perhaps by their persuasion she may be pacified, + And e'en in our possession the hoard contented see." + "I can't believe," said Hagan, "that that can ever be." + + +IX + + Then to the Margrave Gary in haste King Gunther sent; + Ortwine to court was summon'd to further their intent, + And Gernot and young Giselher were both together brought. + The boon from Lady Kriemhild with friendly prayer they sought. + + +X + + Then first the good Burgundian the valiant Gernot spake. + "Lady, too long you're wailing for your lost husband's sake. + Sure proof the king will give you, he ne'er the warrior slew; + Why then with such deep passion his death forever rue?" + + +XI + + Said she, "Who charges Gunther? 'twas Hagan struck the blow. + He gain'd from me the secret, where steel could lay him low. + Could I suspect, that treason lurk'd such fair words among? + Else, be sure, had silence sat ever on my tongue. + + +XII + + "Ah! had I ne'er betrayed him, but still his secret kept, + I had not now, poor widow! thus lamentably wept. + But ne'er will I forgive them, who this foul deed have done." + Then the stout knight, young Giselher, to intercede begun. + + +XIII + + "Ay," said she, "I must greet him, you press and urge me so; + The more your fault and folly; such bitterness of woe + Hath the king brought upon me with no guilt on my part; + My mouth it may forgive him, but never will my heart." + + +XIV + + "Matters may mend hereafter," her kin said with one voice, + "What if his future kindness should make her yet rejoice?" + "Needs must he," said good Gernot, "make up for former ill." + "See!" said the sorrow-laden, "I'll do what'er you will. + + +XV + + "Yes! I will greet King Gunther." She scarce had given consent + When with his best friends Gunther unto his sister went. + Yet durst not stern Hagan before the mourner go. + He knew himself blood-guilty, he had wrought her mortal woe. + + +XVI + + When she had pardon'd Gunther all that had pass'd amiss, + He thought it fitting kindness the gentle dame to kiss. + Had he the deed not counselled which all that ill had wrought, + With freedom oft and boldness her presence he had sought. + + +XVII + + Sure ne'er was reconcilement 'twixt friends too long apart + By such full tears cemented; her loss she took to heart, + Yet all concern'd she pardon'd, all, save only one. + Never had been the murder, if not by Hagan done. + + +XVIII + + 'Twas no long time thereafter when this device they wrought, + That from the land of Nibelung should to the Rhine be brought + By the command of Kriemhild the wondrous treasure bright; + 'Twas her morning-gift at marriage and so was hers by right. + + +XIX + + For it the youthful Giselher and eke good Gernot went; + Eighty hundred warriors with them their sister sent, + To bring it from the mountain, where close conceal'd it lay, + Watch'd by the stout dwarf Albric and his best friends alway. + + +XX + + When now came the Burgundians the precious hoard to take, + Albric, the faithful keeper, thus his friends bespake: + "This far renowned treasure we can't withhold, I ween, + The marriage-morning present claim'd by the noble queen. + + +XXI + + "Yet should they have it never, nor should we thus be cross'd, + Had we not the good cloud-cloak to our misfortune lost + Together with Sir Siegfried, who gain'd it here of yore; + For Kriemhild's noble husband the same at all times wore. + + +XXII + + "Now ill, alas! has happ'd it to Siegfried the good knight, + That from us the cloud-cloak he took by conquering might, + And all this land to serve him as lord and master bound." + Then went the chamberlain sadly, where soon the keys he found. + + +XXIII + + And now the men of Kriemhild before the mountain stood, + And some, too, of her kinsmen; the hoard, as best they could, + Down to the sea they carried; there in good barks 'twas laid, + Thence o'er the waves, and lastly up the Rhine convey'd. + + +XXIV + + The tale of that same treasure might well your wonder raise; + 'Twas much as twelve huge wagons in four whole nights and days + Could carry from the mountain down to the salt-sea bay, + If to and fro each wagon thrice journey'd every day. + + +XXV + + It was made up of nothing but precious stones and gold; + Were all the world bought from it, and down the value told, + Not a mark the less thereafter were left, than erst was scor'd. + Good reason sure had Hagan to covet such a hoard. + + +XXVI + + And there among was lying the wishing-rod of gold, + Which whoso could discover, might in subjection hold + All this wide world as master, with all that dwell therein. + There came to Worms with Gernot full many of Albric's kin. + + +XXVII + + When Gernot and young Giselher had thus possession gain'd + Of that power-giving treasure, the rule they straight obtain'd + Of the country and the castles and many a warlike knight; + All was constrained to serve them through terror of their might. + + +XXVIII + + When they had brought the treasure thence to King Gunther's land, + And had their charge delivered into fair Kriemhild's hand, + Cramm'd were the towers and chambers wherein the same they stor'd. + Ne'er told was tale of riches to match this boundless hoard. + + +XXIX + + Yet had she found the treasure a thousand-fold as great, + Could she have seen but Siegfried restored to life's estate, + Bare as her hand had Kriemhild preferr'd with him to live, + Renouncing all the puissance which all that hoard could give. + + +XXX + + Now she had gain'd possession, so liberal was the dame, + That foreign knights unnumber'd into the country came. + All prais'd her generous virtues, and own'd they ne'er had seen + Lady so open-handed as this fair widow'd queen. + + +XXXI + + To rich and poor together began she now to give; + Thereat observed Sir Hagan, "If she should chance to live + Some little season longer, so many should we see + Won over to her service, that ill for us 'twould be." + + +XXXII + + Thereto made answer Gunther, "The hoard is hers alone; + How can I check her giving? She gives but from her own. + Scarce could I gain forgiveness for my offence of old. + I care not how she scatters her jewels and ruddy gold." + + +XXXIII + + "A prudent man," said Hagan, "not for a single hour + Would such a mass of treasure leave in a woman's power. + She'll hatch with all this largess to her outlandish crew + Something that hereafter all Burgundy may rue." + + +XXXIV + + Thereto replied King Gunther, "An oath to her I swore, + That I would ne'er offend her nor harm her any more; + And I'm resolv'd to keep it; my sister too is she." + At once Sir Hagan answer'd, "Then lay the blame on me." + + +XXXV + + Too many of the chieftains their plighted faith forsook; + The powerful hoard the perjur'd from the poor widow took; + Sir Hagan straight made seizure at once of every key. + When her brother Gernot heard it, bitterly wroth was he. + + +XXXVI + + Then spake the young Sir Giselher, "Hagan the fierce and rude + Hath foully wrong'd my sister; this I should have withstood; + But that he is my kinsman, it should cost his life." + Then afresh all vainly wept noble Siegfried's wife. + + +XXXVII + + Then said the good Sir Gernot, "Ere this pernicious mine + Confound us any further, better beneath the Rhine + Sink it altogether, and tell no mortal where." + Then sadly went fair Kriemhild to her brother Giselher. + + +XXXVIII + + She wept and said, "Dear brother, pray take some thought of me; + Of my person and possessions thou should'st the guardian be." + Then spake he to his sister, "I will, whate'er betide, + Soon as we come back hither, for now we hence must ride." + + +XXXIX + + King Gunther and his kinsmen they forthwith left the land. + The very best among them he took to form his band. + There stay'd behind but Hagan; fierce hate and malice still + He bore the weeping Kriemhild, and sought to work her ill. + + +XL + + Ere back the king came thither, impatient of delay + Hagan seiz'd the treasure, and bore it thence away. + Into the Rhine at Lochheim the whole at once threw he! + Henceforth he thought t' enjoy it, but that was ne'er to be. + + +XLI + + He never more could get it for all his vain desire; + So fortune of the traitor cheats of his treason's hire. + Alone he hop'd to use it as long as he should live, + But neither himself could profit, nor to another give. + + +XLII + + Once more return'd the princess, and with them all their train. + Forthwith began sad Kriemhild her heavy loss to plain + With ladies and with maidens; their grief indeed was strong. + In all good faith was Giselher ready to venge her wrong. + + +XLIII + + Then said they altogether, "Much evil hath he done." + So for a time Sir Hagan retir'd their wrath to shun, + Till he regain'd their favor; at last they look'd it o'er. + Thereat to him fair Kriemhild yet deadlier hatred bore. + + +XLIV + + Ere thus the Knight of Trony had hidd'n the wondrous hoard, + They all an oath together had sworn with one accord + To keep it in concealment while one of them should live, + So none himself could take it, nor to another give. + + +XLV + + With this new weight of anguish surcharg'd was Kriemhild left, + Of her bold husband widow'd, and of the hoard bereft + By such o'erweening outrage; in tears the mourner lay, + Nor ever ceas'd to sorrow e'en till her dying day. + + +XLVI + + From the death of Siegfried for thirteen years she dwelt + On her wrongs ever brooding, nor joy one moment felt. + The murder of her husband she could not once forget. + To him she still was faithful; that praise is Kriemhild's yet. + + +XLVII + + The wealthy Lady Uta, when death took Dankrat hence, + A sumptuous monastery rais'd at her own expense, + Endowed with rich revenues, which yet its coffers fill; + The abbey of Lorsch they call it; 'tis high in honor still. + + +XLVIII + + Thereto the mourning Kriemhild no little part supplied + Both for the soul of Siegfried and for all souls beside. + She gave both gold and jewels; a wife more chaste and true, + And a more liberal giver man surely never knew. + + +XLIX + + Since Kriemhild had King Gunther once to her grace restor'd, + And yet by his connivance next lost the precious hoard, + A thousand-fold more sorrow at her heart there lay. + The proud and high-born lady would gladly thence away. + + +L + + Meanwhile for Lady Uta was built with skill and care + At Lorsch, fast by her abbey, a sumptuous palace fair. + The widow left her children, and there seclusion found. + Still lies she in her coffin deep in that hollow'd ground. + + +LI + + Then said the queen to Kriemhild, "List to me, daughter dear, + Come to Lorsch, to my palace, thou canst not linger here; + And dwell with me thy mother, and cease to weep and grieve." + "To whom then," answer'd Kriemhild, "Shall I my husband leave?" + + +LII + + The Lady Uta answer'd, "Here let him still abide." + "Now God in heaven forbid it!" the faithful wife replied; + "No! my beloved mother, I must not have it so; + If Kriemhild hence must journey, with her must Siegfried go." + + +LIII + + Then gave command the mourner up to take the dead; + His noble bones were forthwith transferred to their last bed + At Lorsch beside the minster in many-honor'd guise. + There yet in a long coffin the stately warrior lies. + + +LIV + + Just then, when sorrowing Kriemhild was ready to depart, + And hop'd with her fond mother to ease her aching heart, + She yet was forc'd to tarry and that last hope resign. + 'Twas caus'd by sudden tidings, that cross'd from far the Rhine. + + + + +TWENTIETH ADVENTURE + +HOW KING ETZEL SENT INTO BURGUNDY TO PROPOSE FOR KRIEMHILD + + +I + + 'Twas of yore, in the season when Dame Helca died, + And the stout King Etzel would take another bride, + His friends all gave him counsel his marriage troth to plight + To a proud Burgundian widow, that Lady Kriemhild hight. + + +II + + His courtiers thus, when Helca had ended now her life, + Bespoke him, "Would you ever take a noble wife, + The best with whom a monarch could share his royal state, + Make choice of this fair lady; bold Siegfried was her mate." + + +III + + Then answer'd stout King Etzel, "How can succeed the plan, + For me, that am a heathen, and not a christen'd man, + To woo a Christian woman? never consent will she; + Sure 'twere a very marvel if this could ever be." + + +IV + + Thereto his knights made answer, "What if she yet consent + Mov'd by your name so glorious and potent regiment? + 'Twere well to make the trial whatever thence accrue; + For such a fair companion a king might gladly sue." + + +V + + The noble king then question'd, "Who among you knows + The people and the country where Rhine's fair current flows?" + Said Rudeger of Bechlaren, "For that trust me alone; + I from earliest childhood the noble kings have known. + + +VI + + "Gunther and Gernot, good knights as e'er can be; + The third is the young Giselher; each of the brethren three + Does all, whereby clear honor and high repute are won, + Just as their brave forefathers down to our times have done." + + +VII + + Thereto gave answer Etzel, "Friend, do to me declare, + If she indeed be worthy here the proud crown to wear; + And, if she be so lovely as by report is borne, + My best friends may be certain, they'll have no cause to mourn. + + +VIII + + "For peerless grace and beauty with Helca she may vie, + My lady ever-honor'd; saw yet never eye + In all this world a fairer; she's of all queens the best; + The lord of such a lady must be supremely blest." + + +IX + + "Then, as thou lov'st me, Rudeger, go, court her for my bride, + And if I should come ever to lie by Kriemhild's side, + Assure thee, to my utmost I will thy pains requite; + Well thou hast ever serv'd me, and done my will aright. + + +X + + "Out of my treasure-chamber whate'er thou wilt I'll give, + That thou and thy companions merrily may live. + Clothes, horses, all thou needest, I'll willingly defray. + Of such make full provision, and speed thee on thy way." + + +XI + + Thereto in answer Rudeger, the wealthy margrave, spake, + "Surely 'twould ill beseem me ought from the stores to take. + Fain will I bear thy message to the Rhenish brethren bold + From my own rich possessions, that of thee I have and hold." + + +XII + + Then spake the mighty monarch, "Now when will you ride + To seek my love and lady? God be your guard and guide, + And keep you both in safety through all the paths you trace, + And fortune speed my wooing, that I may win my lady's grace." + + +XIII + + Then Rudeger made answer, "Ere this land we quit, + With weapons and with raiment our band we out must fit, + That we before the princes in splendor due may shine. + Five hundred stately warriors I'll lead unto the Rhine; + + +XIV + + "That, when the stout Burgundians me and mine shall see, + It by all beholders at once confess'd shall be, + That ne'er despatch'd a monarch, on distant wooing bent, + A band more choice and numerous than thou to Rhine hast sent. + + +XV + + "And, noble king, remember whom thou desir'st to wed; + The first of martial champions, Sir Siegfried, shar'd her bed, + The son of royal Siegmund; thou hast seen him here before; + From all, the highest honors, and well deserv'd, he bore." + + +XVI + + Then replied King Etzel, "If she was Siegfried's wife, + So honor'd was her husband, while he was yet in life, + That at my hands his consort will meet true love and care. + Heaven grant that I may find her as gracious as she's fair!" + + +XVII + + Then spake the noble margrave, "Thus then at once I say, + We'll fix for our departure the four and twentieth day. + Straight to my dear wife Gotelind I'll send to let her know, + That on this quest for Kriemhild I must in person go." + + +XVIII + + Rudeger to Bechlaren bade a courier speed amain; + The margravine his message fill'd both with joy and pain. + He told her he was going for the king to woo; + Fair Helca she remembered with tender love and true. + + +XIX + + Glad was she from her husband such tidings to receive, + And yet in part she sorrow'd; she could not choose but grieve, + In doubt to find a mistress so gracious as before, + And when she thought on Helca, her very heart was sore. + + +XX + + Seven days Sir Rudeger in Hungary abode; + Well pleas'd was stout King Etzel when forth his envoy rode. + In the city of Vienna was ordered all their weed. + The margrave would not tarry, but ever on would speed. + + +XXI + + Right gladly at Bechlaren he and his men were seen; + Him waited there Dame Gotelind and the young margravine + Rudeger's gentle daughter, and many a noble dame + Was there with fitting welcome as home the warriors came. + + +XXII + + Ere the noble Rudeger to Bechlaren took his way + From the city of Vienna, the raiment rich and gay + Had safe arriv'd to meet them, full many a sumpter's load; + So strong they march'd, that little was robb'd upon the road. + + +XXIII + + When they came to Bechlaren, to his companions brave + A warm and hearty welcome, the host, as fitted, gave, + And in commodious chambers lodg'd them all and some. + Dame Gotelind the wealthy rejoic'd to see him come. + + +XXIV + + And so did his dear daughter, the fair young margravine. + Never were guests so welcome as these to her, I ween. + The chiefs that came from Hungary how gladly she survey'd! + Then thus with smiling aspect spake the noble maid. + + +XXV + + "Welcome home, dear father, welcome thy comrades too!" + Fair thanks were paid the damsel by all that knightly crew, + As them and her befitted, for her reception kind. + Well to Lady Gotelind was known her husband's mind. + + +XXVI + + As by the side of Rudeger that night awake she lay, + Thus in soft accents asking the margravine 'gan say, + "Whither have you been order'd by the King of Hungary?" + Said he, "My Lady Gotelind, I'll tell you willingly. + + +XXVII + + "Our king again would marry now that fair Helca's dead, + And I must go a-wooing in royal Etzel's stead. + To ask the hand of Kriemhild hence to the Rhine I ride. + Here will she rule as lady with queenly power and pride." + + +XXVIII + + "God grant it!" answered Gotelind, "So 'twill be surely best. + We hear her praise and honor by every tongue confess'd. + She'll be to us hereafter what Helca was whilere. + We the proud crown of Hungary may gladly see her wear." + + +XXIX + + Then said the noble margrave, "Love and lady mine, + To the good knights, that with me prick hence unto the Rhine, + Give friendly gifts in plenty from our abundant store. + Fair robes and rich equipments the bold embolden more." + + +XXX + + "Whoe'er will take a present," she answer'd, "not a guest + Shall go by me unguerdon'd of what may suit him best. + Whoever poor dismounted, rich shall return to selle." + Thereto replied the margrave, "Your words content me well." + + +XXXI + + Ah! what rich stuffs the warriors then from her chamber bore! + 'Mong the good knights were mantles shar'd out in copious store, + Each with the patient needle well sewn from throat to spur. + Therefrom whatever pleas'd him chose out Sir Rudeger. + + +XXXII + + 'Twas on the seventh fair morning that from Bechlaren rode + The host and his companions; they through Bavaria yode + With store of arms and raiment, yet such was their array, + That robbers rarely ventur'd to assail them on their way. + + +XXXIII + + Within twelve days of journey by Rhine they drew the rein. + The news of their arrival no secret could remain. + To the king and his liegemen at once the tidings ran, + That come were certain strangers; the host to ask began, + + +XXXIV + + If they were known to any; who knew, should say so straight + 'Twas seen their sturdy sumpters bore many a heavy weight; + So, that they were wealthy, each took at once for known. + Forthwith were they to chambers in the wide city shown. + + +XXXV + + Since no man knew the strangers who to the land were come, + Narrowly was each chieftain observ'd by all and some. + They wonder'd wherefore came they, and from what distant coast. + The same of stout Sir Hagan inquir'd the anxious host. + + +XXXVI + + Then said the Knight of Trony, "I have not seen them yet; + I can inform you better when I and they have met. + Whatever be their country, how far soe'er it be, + They must indeed be strangers, if they're unknown to me." + + +XXXVII + + Now were in fitting chambers bestow'd the noble guests. + The margrave and his comrades all donn'd their choicest vests, + And rode to court attended; all gaz'd on them their fill; + Right gorgeous was their raiment, and cut with curious skill. + + +XXXVIII + + Straight cried the nimble Hagan, "If I conjecture right, + (Though now 'tis many a summer since last I saw the knight), + So moves yon gallant squadron, that we must needs have here + The mighty Hunnish margrave redoubted Rudeger." + + +XXXIX + + "Nay! how can I believe it," said Gunther instantly, + "That he of Bechlaren has come to Burgundy?" + The king had scarce well ended, when they had drawn so nigh, + That Hagan could for certain good Rudeger descry. + + +XL + + He and his friends ran forward, and flock'd the guests around. + Five hundred knights together sprung from horse to ground. + The valiant chiefs of Hungary were welcom'd o'er and o'er. + Messengers yet never such goodly raiment wore. + + +XLI + + Then the stout Knight of Trony spoke these fair words aloud, + "Now in God's name welcome all ye champions proud, + The Lord of Bechlaren and his followers bold." + The warlike Huns were greeted with honors manifold. + + +XLII + + King Gunther's nearest kinsmen to see them forward press'd. + Ortwine of Metz thus friendly Sir Rudeger address'd, + "We ne'er have seen so gladly on any former day + Guests in the bounds of Rhineland; this can I truly say." + + +XLIII + + Much thanks for their fair welcome return'd the warriors all. + Thence forthwith stepp'd they forward into the spacious hall, + Where the king was seated amidst his chivalry. + He rose as in they enter'd, such was his courtesy. + + +XLIV + + With what kind condescension to the messengers he went! + Gunther and Gernot welcom'd with friendly warm intent + Their guest and his companions, and made them fitting cheer. + By the hand then took King Gunther the noble Rudeger. + + +XLV + + To the seat he brought him whereon himself he sat. + Then bade he hand the strangers (a joyful task was that) + Cups of his best metheglin and of the choicest wine + That ere was made from vineyards in the land all round the Rhine. + + +XLVI + + Giselher and Gary had both arriv'd at court, + Dankwart too and Folker had heard the glad report + Of such fair guests come thither; before the king they stood, + And joyously saluted the noble knights and good. + + +XLVII + + Then to his lord Sir Hagan the Knight of Trony spake, + "These chiefs to Gotelind's husband a fit return should make + For all the friendly service he did to us of yore. + We should at full requite him, and love him still the more." + + +XLVIII + + Then thus began King Gunther, "This now I needs must ask + How are they both who sent you (to tell me be your task), + King Etzel and Queen Helca, who reign in Hungary?" + The noble margrave answer'd, "I'll tell you willingly." + + +XLIX + + Then from his seat the warrior uprose with all his train, + And thus bespake King Gunther, "If you, Sir King, are fain + To grant me gracious audience, nothing will I withhold. + The message, that I bring you, it shall be freely told." + + +L + + Said he, "Whate'er the message that Etzel by you sends, + I give you leave to speak it without consulting friends. + At once then let me hear it, and these my comrades too. + All power you have with honor your business here to do." + + +LI + + Then spake the noble envoy, "My mighty sovran sends + His love sincere and service to you and all your friends. + Here in distant Rhineland, and I in honor bring + A true and faithful greeting from a true and faithful king. + + +LII + + "The noble king entreats you his sorrow to deplore; + His vassals all are mourning; my lady is no more, + Helca the fair and virtuous, who shar'd his royal bed. + Many a young maid is orphan'd now the good queen is dead. + + +LIII + + "Children of noble princes she train'd with fostering care; + Whom have they now, so truly a mother's charge to bear? + The land is all in sorrow, the king can nought but plain; + 'Twill be long time, I fear me, ere he be blithe again." + + +LIV + + "Now heaven him quit," said Gunther, "that with so fair intent + To me and mine so distant his service he hath sent. + I take his greeting kindly; henceforth, as best they may, + My kinsmen and my servants his favor shall repay." + + +LV + + Then spake the bold Burgundian, Gernot the stout and true, + "The death of fair Queen Helca the world may ever rue. + Beauty and worth together are buried in her grave." + To the words of Sir Gernot assent Sir Hagan gave. + + +LVI + + Thereon the high-born envoy his message freely told, + "King, since you have permitted, I'll to your ears unfold, + Wherefore my royal master me to your court has sent, + Plung'd as he is in sorrow and doleful dreariment. + + +LVII + + "It has been told my master, Sir Siegfried now is dead, + And Kriemhild left a widow; if thus they both have sped, + Would you but permit her, she the crown shall wear + Before the knights of Etzel, this bids me my good lord declare." + + +LVIII + + Thereto the king made answer, with courteous kind intent, + "She will perform my pleasure if she to this consent. + Within three days I'll tell you whether her mind be so. + How can I promise Etzel; till first her will I know?" + + +LIX + + Meanwhile the guests were feasted and furnish'd with the best, + And all so well entreated, that Rudeger confess'd + That among Gunther's vassals true friends he sure had won. + With zeal him serv'd Sir Hagan, as he once to him had done. + + +LX + + So to the third day rested Sir Rudeger and his crew. + Meanwhile the king took counsel ('twas wisdom so to do), + And ask'd, what thought his kinsmen, if 'twere a fitting thing, + That Kriemhild for her husband should take the noble king. + + +LXI + + All with one voice advis'd it; Hagan alone said nay; + Then to the bold knight Gunther thus 'gan the warrior say, + "If you are in your senses, beware what I foresee. + E'en with consent of Kriemhild ne'er let this marriage be." + + +LXII + + "Wherefore," returned King Gunther, "should I oppose her will? + Whate'er may please fair Kriemhild, I'll grant it freely still. + Remember, she's my sister; let her this crown obtain. + Ourselves should seek th' alliance, if honor thence she gain." + + +LXIII + + Thereto replied Sir Hagan, "Let this no farther go; + If you knew King Etzel as I King Etzel know, + You ne'er would let him wed her as now I hear you say, + But rather look for ruin from this same marriage day." + + +LXIV + + "What should I fear?" said Gunther, "Safe can I keep me still. + I dwell from him so distant, he ne'er can work me ill. + E'en though he wed my sister, I'll never come him nigh." + Once more rejoin'd Sir Hagan, "This ne'er advise will I." + + +LXV + + For Gernot and young Giselher in haste King Gunther sent, + To learn of both the brethren whether they were content + That their fair sister Kriemhild should be King Etzel's bride. + Still gainsaid Sir Hagan, and not a soul beside. + + +LXVI + + Then spake the bold Burgundian, Giselher the good knight. + "Now may you, friend Hagan, do what is just and right. + Make her full atonement, whom you have caus'd such pain, + Nor of the gift of fortune deprive her once again. + + +LXVII + + "Yes, you have cost my sister so many a bitter tear," + Thus further spoke the warrior redoubted Giselher, + "That she has cause to hate you; this must yourself confess, + For ne'er by man was woman spoil'd of such happiness." + + +LXVIII + + "What I foresee for certain, that give I you to know. + If she but wed King Etzel and to his country go, + Some way she'll work us mischief, and bring revenge to bear. + She'll have all at her service many a good warrior there." + + +LXIX + + Thereto the bold Sir Gernot thus in answer said, + "All then may rest in quiet e'en till they both are dead. + For wherefore should we ever set foot on Etzel's ground? + But yet to serve her truly we're all in honor bound." + + +LXX + + Thereto thus answer'd Hagan, "For that I little care; + Let but the noble Kriemhild the crown of Helca wear, + Howe'er she plot our ruin, 'twill sure and sudden fall. + So let alone this matter; 'twere better so for all." + + +LXXI + + Then spake in wrath Sir Giselher, fair Uta's youngest son, + "We must not sure like traitors demean us every one. + Her good should make us happy, her hopes we should fulfil. + Howe'er you murmur, Hagan, I'll serve her truly still." + + +LXXII + + Ill pleas'd thereat was Hagan, and darkly frowning stood. + Gernot straight and Giselher, the noble knights and good, + And the rich King Gunther in this conclusion met, + T' assent, if Kriemhild wish'd it, and all ill will forget. + + +LXXIII + + "I'll go and tell my lady," said Gary there in place, + "That forthwith to King Etzel she may accord her grace. + He holds such countless warriors beneath his awful sway; + Full well may he requite her for many a mournful day." + + +LXXIV + + Swift went the chief to Kriemhild, exulting for her sake; + Gladly she receiv'd him; how quickly then he spake! + "Well may you greet me, lady; my newsman's guerdon give; + You and your woes are parted--henceforth with pleasure live. + + +LXXV + + "One of the mightiest monarchs that ever sceptre bore + Of far-extended kingdoms, or crown imperial wore, + Now for your love is suing; noble knights, his friends, + Are hither come to woo you; this news your brother sends." + + +LXXVI + + Then spake the sorrow-laden, "Now God in heaven forfend + That you, or any other that calls himself my friend, + Should mock a lonely widow! Who once has gain'd the free + And virgin love of woman, how can he think of me?" + + +LXXVII + + Firmly she made denial; together came to her + Next her two faithful brethren, Gernot and Giselher. + With loving words they cheer'd her, and kindly urg'd her, too, + To take the king for husband; right well she thus would do. + + +LXXVIII + + Yet could not all persuasion the faithful mourner bring + To choose a second lover, and yield unto the king. + Then begg'd the noble warriors, "If nothing more can be, + Consent at least a moment the messengers to see." + + +LXXIX + + "I'll not deny," soft sighing the noble dame replied, + "But that I'd fain see Rudeger renown'd so far and wide + For all his many virtues: 'tis due to him alone; + Were't any other envoy, to him I'd ne'er be known. + + +LXXX + + "So beg him," said she further, "to let me see him here + In my bower to-morrow; then I'll acquaint his ear + Myself with all my wishes and tell him all my tale." + Then bitterly began she once more to weep and wail. + + +LXXXI + + Nothing the noble Rudeger had more desir'd, I ween, + Than to obtain an audience of that fair widow'd queen. + Such he well knew his wisdom and smooth persuasive skill, + He doubted not, to reason he'd bend her stubborn will. + + +LXXXII + + So early on the morrow, about the matin song, + Forth came the noble envoys; there was a mighty throng; + To court with the good margrave there went a gorgeous crowd, + In glittering weed accoutred, of high-born knights and proud. + + +LXXXIII + + Kriemhild, the fair, the spotless, amidst her ladies stood, + Waiting for Sir Rudeger the noble envoy good. + He found her in the vesture that every day she wore; + Her dames stood by in raiment all work'd and broider'd o'er. + + +LXXXIV + + To the door to meet him with stately step she went, + And well and warmly welcom'd the chief from Etzel sent. + Eleven good knights were with him, himself the twelfth was there. + Ne'er came such high-born suitors to woo a queen so fair. + + +LXXXV + + They bade the chief be seated, and with him all his band. + There the two noble margraves were seen before her stand, + Eckewart and Gary; none there was blithe or glad; + All wore one face of mourning, e'en as their lady sad. + + +LXXXVI + + Before her meekly seated many a fair maid was seen, + Pale sorrowful companions of that woe-wither'd queen. + The cloth, that veil'd her bosom, with scalding tears was wet. + Well saw the noble margrave, her grief was lively yet. + + +LXXXVII + + Then spake the high-born envoy, "Fair child of mightiest kings, + To me and to my comrades after our wanderings, + Vouchsafe now your permission before you here to stand, + And tell what brought us hither from our far-distant land." + + +LXXXVIII + + "Now take my full permission," the queen said with a sigh, + "And speak your wishes freely; not ill inclin'd am I + To hear you, honored margrave! You are an envoy good." + Thereby her firm reluctance the rest well understood. + + +LXXXIX + + Then the Prince of Bechlaren, Sir Rudeger, thus spake, + "The mighty monarch Etzel, lady! for your fair sake + Has bidd'n me journey hither, and many a good knight too + Has sent with me to Rhineland all for your hand to sue. + + +XC + + "True love to you he proffers, pleasure unmix'd with pain, + A firm unswerving friendship, that shall to death remain; + Such love he bore Dame Helca; deep in his heart she lay; + He now for her lost virtues leads many a joyless day." + + +XCI + + Then thus the queen made answer, "Margrave Rudeger, + If man could feel my sorrows, no suit would vex my ear, + Again to take a husband, and be again undone. + More have I lost already than woman ever won." + + +XCII + + "What more amends for anguish," the warrior answer'd kind, + "Than faithful love unchanging, could one the blessing find, + Choosing the heart's beloved and choosing not amiss? + For life-consuming sorrow what sweeter balm than this? + + +XCIII + + "To love my noble master should you consenting deign, + You o'er twelve mighty kingdoms a crowned queen shall reign. + And more than thirty princedoms he at your feet will lay, + Won by his matchless puissance in many a bloody fray. + + +XCIV + + "To you, besides, obedience many a good knight shall do, + That to my Lady Helca were wont to serve and sue. + And all the dames and damsels, that once swell'd Helca's state. + Daughters of high-born princes, shall now on Kriemhild wait. + + +XCV + + "Thereto my lord will give you (this bade he me declare), + If you vouchsafe beside him the queenly crown to wear, + The highest rights and honors that once were Helca's due; + All these before his liegemen shall be transferred to you." + + +XCVI + + "How can I feel contented," the mourning queen replied, + "To wed another hero, a widow and a bride? + Grim Death in one already has wounded me so sore, + That nought can now await me, but sorrow evermore." + + +XCVII + + "Fair queen," the Huns made answer, "if only you consent, + Your days will with King Etzel so royally be spent, + That each will, as it passes, some varied pleasure bring; + Such store of courtly warriors has our redoubted king. + + +XCVIII + + "Together Helca's damsels and your fair maids will vie + In zeal to do you service, one blooming company; + Good knights will there be merry amid so bright a train; + Be well advis'd, high lady! in sooth 'twill be your gain." + + +XCIX + + "Well," said she, soft and courteous, "this converse now give o'er + Until to-morrow morning, then hither come once more, + And then your monarch's message I'll answer as I may." + The high-descended warriors could not but obey. + + +C + + So to their several chambers the lofty strangers went. + Straight to her brother Giselher the noble lady sent, + And eke to her good mother; to both them 'gan she say, + That nothing now became her but to weep her life away. + + +CI + + Then spake her brother Giselher, "Sister, I have been told, + And I would fain believe it, that all thy griefs of old, + Etzel will turn to joyance if thou with him wilt dwell. + Whatever others counsel, I like this marriage well. + + +CII + + "Thee will he sure," he added, "for all the past repay, + For there reigns ne'er a monarch of such redoubted sway + From Rhone to Rhine, believe me, from th' Elbe to the salt sea. + With such a king for husband needs must thou happy be." + + +CIII + + "Ah! why," said she, "dear brother, advise me to my bale? + Sure it befits me better ever to weep and wail. + How could I ever venture to yonder court to go? + If I once had beauty, 'tis withered all with woe." + + +CIV + + Thereat to her dear daughter, the Lady Uta spake, + "Give ear unto thy brethren, dear child, their counsel take; + Do what thy friends advise thee, 'twill to thy profit be. + Thy never-ending sorrow it has griev'd my heart to see." + + +CV + + Full oft she God entreated, nor ceas'd for wealth to pray, + That she might give to others gold, silver, garments gay, + As erst, ere noble Siegfried, her warlike lord, was slain, + Yet never liv'd the mourner such happy hours again. + + +CVI + + Then to herself thus thought she, "How can I Etzel wed? + I, a Christian woman, share a heathen's bed? + Throughout the world dishonor would surely be my due. + No--not for all his kingdoms thus could I ever do." + + +CVII + + So let she rest the matter. All night till break of day + With troublous thoughts companion'd on her weary couch she lay, + Nor ceas'd the tears a moment from her fair eyes to flow, + Till early dawn to matins bade the pale mourner go. + + +CVIII + + Just at mass time returning the kings her brethren came; + To their reluctant sister their suit was still the same; + To wed the King of Hungary they urg'd her o'er and o'er, + But not a whit more yielding they found her than before. + + +CIX + + Then summon'd were the warriors that came on Etzel's part; + They sought a farewell audience ere they should home depart, + Successful or successless, as it might chance to fall. + To court straight came Sir Rudeger and his valiant comrades all. + + +CX + + These press'd their noble leader ever by the way + To learn the mind of Gunther, and that without delay, + For they had far to travel back to their homes, they said. + Straight was good Sir Rudeger to Kriemhild's presence led. + + +CXI + + With soft persuasive accents the knight began to pray + The fair and high-born lady, that she to him would say, + What answer to King Etzel she to return would deign. + Naught, ween I, but denial he from her lips could gain. + + +CXII + + "She'd take no second husband, love she could feel for none." + "Nay," said the noble margrave, "that were unwisely done. + Why such surpassing beauty waste in a mourning bed? + 'Twould sure be to your honor a loving lord to wed." + + +CXIII + + In vain they her entreated, in vain to her they pray'd, + Till to the queen the margrave this secret promise made, + "He'd full amends procure her for past or future ill." + Those words her storm-toss'd bosom had power in part to still. + + +CXIV + + Then spoke he to the princess, "Cease now to weep and moan; + Among the Huns to friend you had you but me alone, + And my fearless vassals, and eke my kinsmen true, + No one should work you mischief, but he should dearly rue." + + +CXV + + That still the more attemper'd her coy reluctant mood. + "Swear then, whoe'er may wrong me," the lofty dame pursued, + "You will be first and foremost revenge on him to take." + "Fain will I," said the margrave, "high lady, for your sake." + + +CXVI + + Then swore to her Sir Rudeger and all his knightly train + To serve her ever truly, and all her rights maintain, + Nor e'er of her due honors scant her in Etzel's land. + Thereto gave the good margrave th' assurance of his hand. + + +CXVII + + Then thought the faithful mourner, "With such a host of friends, + Now the poor lonely widow may work her secret ends, + Nor care for what reflections the world on her may cast. + What if my lost beloved I may revenge at last?" + + +CXVIII + + Thought she, "The halls of Etzel such countless heroes fill, + That I if I should rule them, may do whate'er I will. + Beside, the king's so wealthy, to give I shall have store, + As though injurious Hagan had robb'd me ne'er before." + + +CXIX + + So thus she spake to Rudeger, "If I only knew + That he was not a heathen, I'd go, and gladly too, + Wherever he requested, and be his faithful bride." + "Nay, lady," said the margrave, "such scruples cast aside. + + +CXX + + "He is not quite a heathen, this take for truth you may; + My good lord was converted, as I have heard him say, + And then the faith abandon'd he had awhile profess'd. + This, if you love him, lady, may be with ease redress'd. + + +CXXI + + "Of Christian faith moreover so many knights has he, + That at his court you'll ever be blithe and sorrow-free. + Perhaps, if you desire it, he may be christened too. + For this then scorn not Etzel, nor let him vainly woo." + + +CXXII + + Soon as ceas'd the margrave, once more her brethren sued, + "Grant us this favor, sister, cheer up thy mournful mood." + So long they begg'd and pray'd her, that in the end they sped, + And, sighing soft, she promis'd that she would Etzel wed. + + +CXXIII + + She said, "You will I follow, poor, widow'd, lonely queen! + I'll to the Huns betake me, and here no more be seen, + If I've but friends to guide me hence to King Etzel's land." + Thereto before the heroes fair Kriemhild gave her hand. + + +CXXIV + + Then spake the noble margrave, "If you have but two men, + I have more to join them; 'twere well advised then + Over the Rhine to bring you attended honorably; + You must not, lady, longer tarry here in Burgundy. + + +CXXV + + "Men have I five hundred, and kinsmen not a few, + All at your service, lady, both here and yonder too, + Whatever you command them; myself will foremost be; + If aught you will henceforward, speak but the word to me. + + +CXXVI + + "Now bid your steeds be saddled, fair dame, and quickly too + (Ne'er shall Rudeger's counsels give you cause to rue), + And tell the gentle damsels who bear you company, + On the road good knights will meet us, the flower of chivalry." + + +CXXVII + + Still had they many a trinket, in Siegfried's time uplaid + To guerdon the best rider; thus could she many a maid + Lead forth in fitting splendor, when hence to fare she sought; + Ah! what goodly saddles for the fair dames were brought! + + +CXXVIII + + If ever they had prank'd them in gay apparel dress'd, + Sure for the present journey her maids prepar'd their best; + They had heard of Etzel's splendor such tales as credence mock'd. + Every chest flew open, before kept closely lock'd. + + +CXXIX + + They rested not a moment for four whole days and more. + Forth from the veiling wrappers the gorgeous vests they bore. + Kriemhild her treasure-chamber now to unlock began. + She long'd t' enrich the comrades of Rudeger, every man. + + +CXXX + + Gold had she yet remaining from the Nibelungers' land; + All wish'd she to th' Hungarians to give with lavish hand; + Sturdy mules a hundred could not have borne the same. + But the tale of this huge treasure to th' ear of Hagan came. + + +CXXXI + + Said he, "She'll ne'er forgive me, that need I not be told; + So safe with us Burgundians shall stay Sir Siegfried's gold. + Why should I let such treasure to deadly foes accrue? + I know full well what Kriemhild with all this wealth will do. + + +CXXXII + + "If once she hence could fetch it, I guess her whole intent; + I doubt not, every farthing would to my hurt be spent. + Besides, they have not horses such weight to undergo; + So Hagan here will keep it, and that shall Kriemhild know." + + +CXXXIII + + When she heard the tidings, she felt it grievous bale; + To the three kings together full soon was told the tale. + They wish'd they could avert it, but nothing hence ensued. + Then thus the noble Rudeger spoke in right merry mood. + + +CXXXIV + + "Rich and noble princess, why sorrow for the gold? + Let but the eyes of Etzel your peerless fair behold, + So much the king adores you (for this on me depend) + He'll give you far more treasure than you can ever spend." + + +CXXXV + + Thereto the queen made answer, "Right noble Rudeger, + More wealth had never princess in kingdom far or near, + Than this outrageous Hagan has foully reft from me." + Then came her brother Gernot to her chamber hastily. + + +CXXXVI + + The king's key in a moment he dash'd into the door. + The gold of Lady Kriemhild, thirty thousand marks or more, + Out was laid in order from the secret cell. + He bade the strangers take it; that pleas'd King Gunther well. + + +CXXXVII + + Then he of Bechlaren, fair Gotelind's husband, spake: + "If my Lady Kriemhild had power with her to take + All that from Nibelung's country was ever brought to Rhine, + Yet touch'd should it be never by her hand or by mine. + + +CXXXVIII + + "So let it here be treasur'd, for none of it will I. + From home I have hither brought such a large supply, + That on the road full lightly we can with this dispense, + So amply are we furnish'd for all the journey hence." + + +CXXXIX + + Twelve chests of gold, the choicest that e'er was seen of eye, + Her maidens had kept ever in close reserve laid by. + Now with them, as they parted, they took the precious load, + With store of women's trinkets, to serve them on the road. + + +CXL + + Still she look'd for violence from Hagan bad and bold. + She had yet for pious uses a thousand marks of gold. + These for the soul of Siegfried, her dearest lord, she gave. + "Her love," thought noble Rudeger, "lives e'en beyond the grave." + + +CXLI + + Then spake again the mourner: "Where are my friends," said she, + "Who will a life of exile endure for love of me? + They with the banish'd widow to Hungary must ride; + Let them take of my treasures, and clothes and steeds provide." + + +CXLII + + Then spake to the sad princess the Margrave Eckewart, + "Since of your royal household first I form'd a part, + I've done you loyal service; this can I truly say, + And will the like do ever e'en to my dying day. + + +CXLIII + + "Of my men, too, five hundred to guard you I will lead, + All at your disposal, faithful and good at need. + Us from the side of Kriemhild death alone shall part." + She bow'd to him in silence; his words went to her heart. + + +CXLIV + + Then forth were led their horses; start must they presently; + There all around them flocking their friends wept bitterly. + Surely did wealthy Uta with her fair maidens show + How deeply they lamented that Kriemhild was to go. + + +CXLV + + A hundred high-born damsels begirt the parting queen, + All clad, as well became them, in robes of glittering sheen. + Full many a tear of sorrow from their bright eyes was shed. + At Etzel's court soon after a joyous life they led. + + +CXLVI + + Then in place young Giselher and Gernot you might view; + They came, through love to Kriemhild, with all their followers true. + On her way the brethren to bring their sister sought, + And with them well accoutred a thousand warriors brought. + + +CXLVII + + Then came the active Gary, Ortwine was present too, + And there the steward Rumold his duty had to do. + These found them fitting quarters e'en to the Danube's shore. + A little from the city rode Gunther, and no more. + + +CXLVIII + + Ere from the Rhine for ever their eastward steps they bent, + They to the Huns beforehand swift messengers had sent, + To tell the stout King Etzel what Rudeger had done, + And how he peerless Kriemhild for his lord had woo'd and won. + + +CXLIX + + The messengers spurr'd hotly; no time had they to lose; + They rode at once for honor and the guerdon of good news. + When home they brought the tidings, and all the truth made clear, + Word surely never sounded so sweet in Etzel's ear. + + +CL + + For joy of such fair tidings the king was pleas'd to give + The messengers such presents, that thenceforth each might live + Merrily for ever, e'en to his dying day. + Through love the king's long sorrow vanish'd at once away. + + + + +TWENTY-FIRST ADVENTURE + +HOW KRIEMHILD DEPARTED + + +I + + Enough now of the messengers; we'll tell you, as we may, + How the queen through the country went riding on her way, + And where Gernot and Giselher, who forth with her had passed, + And serv'd her well and truly, took leave of her at last. + + +II + + On rode they to the Danube, and Vergen now was near + When leave they took, lamenting of the queen their sister dear, + For to the Rhine together they would retrace their road. + As such nigh kindred parted, many a sad tear there flow'd. + + +III + + As leave took Sir Giselher, to his sister thus said he, + "Lady, if hereafter thou e'er have need of me, + Whatever be thy danger, if thou but let me know, + Straight to the land of Etzel to serve thee will I go." + + +IV + + All those, who were her kinsmen, kiss'd on her mouth the queen. + That day a loving farewell 'twixt Kriemhild's friends was seen + And the good margrave's vassals; they thence asunder sped. + The high-born queen right onward many a fair maiden led. + + +V + + Fivescore and four together, a richly vested throng + In stuffs of divers colors; many a buckler strong + Follow'd the lovely lady, while many a knight of pride, + At length from her departing, turn'd rein and homeward hied. + + +VI + + Thence down the stream advancing, they rode Bavaria through; + Then all around spread tidings, that with hot haste a crew + Of strangers on were coming. Where now an abbey stands, + And where to reach the Danube the swift Inn scours the lands, + + +VII + + There sat in Passau city a bishop of good report. + Straight empty was each chamber, and eke the prince's court. + All were forthwith pricking to Bavarian ground, + Where the good Bishop Pilgrin the Lady Kriemhild found. + + +VIII + + The good knights of the country were not ill pleas'd, I ween, + To see so many a beauty about the stately queen. + With loving looks they courted the maids of lofty race. + Then led was every stranger to seemly resting-place. + + +IX + + They there at Pledelingen were lodg'd as best might be. + On all sides all came flocking the noble guests to see. + Whome'er they met, were ready alike to give or do + Whate'er was to their honor, both there and elsewhere too. + + +X + + With his niece, the bishop straight to Passau sped. + Forthwith the merry tidings among the burghers spread, + Kriemhild was thither coming, their prince's sister's child; + The merchants well receiv'd her, the queenly lady mild. + + +XI + + Much desir'd the bishop that they awhile would stay; + Then said the good Sir Eckewart, "No, we must hence away + (Howe'er well pleas'd to linger), down to Rudeger's land. + His knights await our coming, and think us close at hand." + + +XII + + Already had fair Gotelind the joyful tidings heard; + She and her noble daughter quick themselves bestirr'd. + She had been advis'd by Rudeger, her lord and master dear, + It seem'd him right and fitting, that, the sad queen to cheer, + + +XIII + + She should ride and meet her with his vassals every one, + Up to the Ems advancing. This was no sooner done, + Than, afoot or in saddle, all together ran; + The roads throughout the country were alive with horse and man. + + +XIV + + To Efferding fair Kriemhild had now her journey made; + Many a Bavarian pricker his hands had gladly laid + On the costly baggage as is their custom still, + And thus the noble travellers would have suffer'd loss and ill, + + +XV + + But those light-finger'd rovers the margrave could not brook. + A thousand knights and better to guard his march he took; + Thither, too, his consort fair Gotelind had come, + And in bright array around her his vassals all and some. + + +XVI + + Thence o'er the Traun they hasten'd, and forthwith all around + With tents and huts bespotted the plain of Ems they found. + There the noble travellers that night their lodging made. + The bands of knights their charges by Rudeger were paid. + + +XVII + + No longer in her quarters fair Gotelind abode; + Many a wanton palfrey pranc'd in the crowded road, + Every bridle jingling, and glittering every selle. + Right hearty was the welcome; it pleas'd the margrave well. + + +XVIII + + Now on both sides advancing the gorgeous trains drew near. + Many a good knight between them forth prick'd in full career, + And waged the mimic battle; their knightly sports, I ween, + Drew many a damsel's glances, nor irk'd the stately queen. + + +XIX + + When met the noble strangers and Rudeger's vassals true, + Up in the air, loud crashing, many a splinter flew + From the hands of heroes in knightly exercise. + Well before the ladies rode they for the prize. + + +XX + + Soon was o'er the tourney; the knights together sped, + Each friendly greeting other; then Gotelind forth was led, + Her duty to Queen Kriemhild in humble guise to pay. + The skill'd in ladies' service, scant leisure sure had they. + + +XXI + + To meet his wife, the margrave rode forward from the queen. + Not ill pleas'd was surely the noble margravine, + That back from Rhine so hearty had come her own good knight. + Her long-brooded sorrows vanish'd in delight. + + +XXII + + When now had pass'd the welcome the loving pair between, + He bade her with her ladies alight upon the green. + None then was idle standing among the nobles there; + All busily bestirr'd them in the service of the fair. + + +XXIII + + Soon as the Lady Kriemhild beheld the margravine + There with the ladies standing, rode on a space the queen; + Then sudden check'd her palfrey (the bit he answer'd well) + And instant bade her servants lift her down from selle. + + +XXIV + + Then might you see the bishop, already sprung from steed, + Him and good Sir Eckewart, his niece to Gotelind lead. + All there made way before them as softly on they came. + Then on the mouth the wanderer kiss'd the good margrave's dame. + + +XXV + + Then said the wife of Rudeger, with tender love and true, + "Now well is me, dear lady, that one so fair as you + Here at last in our country I with my eyes have seen. + Ne'er in these times, be certain, so happy have I been." + + +XXVI + + "Now heaven you quit," said Kriemhild, "for all that you have done. + Should we live, noble Gotelind, both I and Botlung's son, + You may indeed be thankful that you have look'd on me." + 'Twas all unknown to either what after was to be. + + +XXVII + + Courteously one to another went many a blooming maid; + Young knights to yield them service with ready zeal essay'd; + So after kindly greeting (though erst unknown I ween) + They soon came friends together close sitting on the green. + + +XXVIII + + With wine were serv'd the ladies; by this 'twas height of noon; + The noble knights and damsels again were moving soon. + Thence rode they to a meadow where spacious tents were pight, + And all within made ready for solace and delight. + + +XXIX + + There through the dark they rested till morn began to smile. + They of Bechlaren bestirr'd themselves the while, + For such guests and so many fittingly to prepare. + The margrave so had order'd, little was wanting there. + + +XXX + + There might you see wide open every window in every wall; + The gates of Bechlaren were back thrown one and all; + In rode the guests; loud shouted the townsmen least and most; + Choice quarters were prepar'd them by the care of the noble host. + + +XXXI + + Sir Rudeger's fair daughter with her maidens went + Where the queen she greeted with loving kind intent; + There found she, too, her mother, who had with Kriemhild stay'd. + Meanwhile to each fair damsel was joyous welcome made. + + +XXXII + + So either party mingled, and each went hand in hand + Into a spacious palace with curious cunning plann'd; + Beneath it roll'd the Danube; there took they all their ease, + In gentle pastime sitting, fann'd by the river breeze. + + +XXXIII + + What further pass'd among them is more than I can say. + Sore murmur'd Kriemhild's followers that they must hence away, + And leave the pleasant city where such kind friends abode. + Ah! what good warriors with them from Bechlaren rode! + + +XXXIV + + To them much loving service the noble margrave paid; + Then to fair Gotelind's daughter the queen a present made; + She gave her twelve red armlets, and robes so richly wrought, + That with her nothing better to Etzel's land she brought. + + +XXXV + + Albeit the wondrous treasure now was hers no more, + Still, from the small remainder of her once boundless store, + Whome'er she saw, her bounty made every one content, + And now to Rudeger's household right precious gifts she sent. + + +XXXVI + + In turn, as well befitted her state and lofty line, + So well Dame Gotelind treated the strangers from the Rhine, + That few were there among them, but from her copious store + Precious stones in plenty or gorgeous raiment bore. + + +XXXVII + + When they their fast had broken, and ready were to part, + Then the noble hostess with true and faithful heart + Proffer'd her constant service to Etzel's stately queen, + Who much caress'd and fondly the fair young margravine. + + +XXXVIII + + To the queen said the damsel, "If it seem you well, + Of the mind of my father this I can truly tell, + That he would gladly send me among the Huns to you." + That the young maiden lov'd her, how well fair Kriemhild knew! + + +XXXIX + + Their horses now were saddled, and brought before the town. + Thither the noble Kriemhild came from the castle down, + And bade farewell to Gotelind and to her daughter dear. + Many a maid of many a maiden took leave with many a tear. + + +XL + + They look'd on one another but seldom from that day. + At Medilich to the strangers were handed on the way + Rich golden cups, well fashion'd, and thereto, as a sign + Of free and hearty welcome, fill'd to the brim with wine. + + +XLI + + Here held his wary station a host that Astolt hight; + From him the road to Austria the travellers learn'd aright, + Toward Mautern down the Danube; all anxious there were seen + To meet with zealous service King Etzel's gracious queen. + + +XLII + + There lovingly the bishop parted from his niece, + How strongly he advis'd her to live in joy and peace, + And gain fair fame and credit as Helca did of yore! + Ah! what high honors thenceforth among the Huns she bore! + + +XLIII + + Thence their way to the Traisem the noble strangers made. + The men of the good margrave all fair attendance paid, + Till the Huns to meet them came riding o'er the green. + Then with royal honors was welcomed the fair queen. + + +XLIV + + Fast beside the Traisem the King of Hungary + Possess'd a famous castle kept well and warily; + It's name was Zeissenmauer; there Helca once did dwell, + Displaying such high virtues, that none could her excel, + + +XLV + + Save only peerless Kriemhild, who well knew how to give; + Sure, after all her sorrows, she might contented live, + Such crowds of Etzel's warriors were proud on her to wait, + Adorers of her beauty and vassals of her state. + + +XLVI + + Wide was the rule of Etzel, and wider his renown; + The most redoubted champions from castle and from town + Were at his court assembled; together, all and some, + Christian knights and Paynim, they now with him were come. + + +XLVII + + With him at every season was many a prowest chief + Alike of heathen doctrine and of the true belief. + Whate'er his faith, each warrior was prompt at Etzel's call, + And the king was so gracious, he gave enough to all. + + + + +TWENTY-SECOND ADVENTURE + +HOW THE HUNS RECEIVED KRIEMHILD + + +I + + Kriemhild at Zeissenmauer remain'd till the fourth day; + On the roads, while there she rested, the dust no moment lay. + It seem'd the land was burning, so smok'd each hoof-beat plain, + As Etzel's men through Austria came trampling on amain. + + +II + + When to the monarch's hearing the joyful tidings came. + How stately through his country rode the Burgundian dame, + All sorrow in a moment was from his heart effac'd; + To meet his love and lady he spurred with burning haste. + + +III + + Good knights of many a region and many a foreign tongue + Prick'd before King Etzel, that all the champaign rung; + Christian and heathen squadrons, careering wide around, + Advanc'd in dazzling splendor to where the queen they found. + + +IV + + Chiefs from Greece and Russia in crowds were there to meet; + Polacks and Wallachians there were spurring fleet. + Each his fiery charger had in due command; + Each display'd the customs of his own native land. + + +V + + From Kiev came many a champion, each in fair array, + And savage Petchenegers, that ever on their way + Kept shooting from the saddle at wild birds as they flew; + The arrow-head full strongly to the bend of the bow they drew. + + +VI + + Fast by the flowing Danube there stands on Austrian ground + A city that hight Tulna; there first fair Kriemhild found + Many an outlandish custom, and was with welcome sought + By many a knight, whom after to doom and death she brought. + + +VII + + Before King Etzel riding his household forward came, + Four and twenty princes of loftiest birth and name, + Merry, and rich, and courtly, and glittering all with gold, + Who long'd for nothing better than their lady to behold. + + +VIII + + Duke Ramung of Wallachia rode trampling o'er the plain; + Seven hundred chosen warriors behind him held the rein; + You might see them speeding like wild birds in their flight. + Thither came Prince Gibek with many a squadron bright. + + +IX + + Swift Hornbog, with a thousand trampling the dusty green, + Left the side of the monarch, and gallop'd toward the queen. + After their country's fashion they shouted shrill and loud. + Hotly was also ridden by Etzel's kinsmen proud. + + +X + + Hawart was there of Denmark (a champion bold was he), + And the nimble Iring from falsehood ever free, + And Irnfried of Thueringia, a stern and stately knight. + These receiv'd fair Kriemhild with all the pomp they might. + + +XI + + With men at arms twelve hundred advanc'd they o'er the lea. + Thither too from Hungary rode on with thousands three + Sir Bloedel, Etzel's brother, for knightly deeds renown'd; + He mov'd with princely splendor to where the queen he found. + + +XII + + Last the great King Etzel and eke Sir Dietrich came + With all his brave companions; there many a knight of fame + And proud descent was present, prudent, and bold, and true, + High beat the heart of Kriemhild their wide array to view. + + +XIII + + Then to the queen beside him thus spoke Sir Rudeger; + "Lady, with your permission the king I'll welcome here. + Whome'er to kiss I bid you, let it straight be done. + It fits not, such a favor be granted every one." + + +XIV + + Straight from her sleek palfrey the queen was lifted down; + No longer dallied Etzel, the king of wide renown; + From horse with many a warrior he lighted on the green, + And merrily went forward to meet the noble queen. + + +XV + + Two great and mighty princes, as has to us been told, + Advanc'd with the fair lady in raiment rich with gold, + As the wide-ruling Etzel approached his bride to meet, + When she deign'd the monarch with a loving kiss to greet. + + +XVI + + With that her veil back threw she; forth beam'd her rosy hue + From the gold around it; many were there to view; + All own'd Dame Helca's beauty scarce with hers could vie. + There the king's brother Bloedel close was standing by. + + +XVII + + Him the first kiss'd Kriemhild as bade the margrave good, + And next to him King Gibek; there too Sir Dietrich stood. + Twelve, the chief and noblest, were kiss'd by Etzel's bride. + With courteous grace she welcom'd many a good knight beside. + + +XVIII + + All the while that Etzel talk'd with his lady true, + The young knights were doing as young knights now will do. + They tried their skill in tilting as best they could devise, + Christian alike and heathen each in his country's guise. + + +XIX + + In Dietrich's men bold bearing and knightly you might spy. + How high above the bucklers they made the splinters fly + (So mighty was their puissance) and deafen'd all the field! + By the German strangers pierc'd through was many a shield. + + +XX + + The crash of spears resounded as band encounter'd band. + Thither were come from all sides the warriors of the land, + And the king's guests together, nobles in proud array; + Thence now with Lady Kriemhild King Etzel went his way. + + +XXI + + Close by, a rich pavilion for their retreat they found; + Crowded with tents and cabins was all the field around. + There, after all their labors, their languid limbs they laid. + Many a good warrior thither led many a gentle maid, + + +XXII + + Where on a cushion'd sofa rich beyond compare + The stately queen was seated: the margrave's anxious care + For all things most convenient to pomp and ease had sent, + And so at once serv'd Kriemhild, and gave the king content. + + +XXIII + + The tale then told by Etzel is more than I can say; + Soft in his hand reposing her snowy fingers lay. + So sat they gentle toying, for Rudeger, I ween, + Left not the king a moment in secret with the queen. + + +XXIV + + Then o'er the spacious meadow they bade the tourney cease; + With honor all that tumult now was hush'd in peace. + Then Etzel's men betook them to cabin, booth, or tent; + Fit and convenient harbor they found where'er they went. + + +XXV + + The day at last was ended, then took they their repose, + Till, at her hour returning, the cheerful dawn arose. + Then hasten'd many a warrior to horse at once to spring. + Ah! what pastimes plied they in honor of the king! + + +XXVI + + The king his Huns exhorted to do as honor bade. + From Tulna to Vienna their journey then they made. + There found they many a lady adorn'd in all her pride + To welcome with due honor King Etzel's noble bride. + + +XXVII + + In overflowing fulness all, that could each delight, + To his wish was ready; exulting many a knight + Look'd forward to the revels; joy smil'd on most and least; + With mirth and gladness open'd King Etzel's marriage-feast. + + +XXVIII + + The numbers now assembled the city could not hold, + So all, who were not strangers, the noble margrave told + To seek convenient quarters in all the country round. + Still constant in attendance on the fair queen were found + + +XXIX + + The valiant chief, Sir Dietrich, and many a knight besides; + Needful rest and solace each himself denied + To cheer the noble strangers and give them full content. + Sir Rudeger and his comrades had heartiest merriment. + + +XXX + + Held was the marriage festal on a Whitsuntide; + 'Twas then that royal Etzel embrac'd his high-born bride + In the city of Vienna; I ween she ne'er had found, + When first she wed, such myriads all to her service bound. + + +XXXI + + With gifts she made acquaintance of those she ne'er had seen; + "Kriemhild," said many a stranger, "is sure a royal queen; + She had lost, we thought, the treasures that she before had won; + Yet here with her rich presents what wonders she had done!" + + +XXXII + + For seventeen days did Etzel his marriage festal hold; + Never to us of monarch, I ween, before was told, + Who so proudly feasted, in old or modern lore. + The guests, who there were present, all their new raiment wore. + + +XXXIII + + Of old, I ween, in Netherland she ne'er at board had sat + With such a host of warriors; well can I vouch for that; + For ne'er so many champions had Siegfried at command, + With all his wealth, as Kriemhild saw before Etzel stand. + + +XXXIV + + Never king before him so many mantles brave, + For length and breadth conspicuous, at his own wedding gave, + Nor such store of rich vesture, enough for each to take; + All this was freely lavish'd for lovely Kriemhild's sake. + + +XXXV + + There of a mind together were friends and strangers too; + Neither their goods nor chattels kept that free-handed crew. + Whatever was ask'd, was granted; they gave till they were bare. + Many a one, through kindness, not a coat had left to wear. + + +XXXVI + + How once by Rhine she tarried, the bride a moment thought, + With her first noble husband; to her eyes the tears it brought; + Yet she so well conceal'd it, the feasters mark'd her not; + Now, after all her sorrows, what glory was her lot! + + +XXXVII + + All was but a trifle, that by the rest was done, + To the liberal deeds of Dietrich; whatever Botlung's son + In former days had giv'n him, went scatter'd through the land; + Marvels too of bounty were wrought by Rudeger's hand. + + +XXXVIII + + Prince Bloedel, too, of Hungary vied nobly with the best; + He bade his comrades empty full many a travelling chest + Cramm'd with gold and silver; the whole was giv'n away; + The warriors of King Etzel a merry life led they. + + +XXXIX + + Werbel as well as Swemmeline, the minstrels of the king, + To them no little profit did this fair marriage bring. + They gain'd, I ween, in largess a thousand marks or more, + When Kriemhild fair with Etzel the crown imperial wore. + + +XL + + 'Twas on the eighteenth morning, they from Vienna rode; + Pierc'd was many a buckler in tilting on the road + By spears which valiant champions level'd dexterously. + So back return'd King Etzel to the land of Hungary. + + +XLI + + The walls of ancient Haimburg they reach'd by fall of night, + So that scarce 'twas easy to estimate by sight + How huge a strength of warriors the country round beset; + Ah! what fair troops of ladies each, home returning, met! + + +XLII + + At Misenburg the wealthy, on shipboard went the band; + From bank to bank the river, as though 'twere firm dry land, + With man and horse was cover'd that floated as it flow'd; + Rest had the way-worn ladies, borne on their liquid road. + + +XLIII + + Many a good ship together was lash'd and firmly bound, + Lest the damp spray should harm them from billows dashing round; + Many a good tent above them kept off the sun and breeze, + As if they in a meadow were sitting at their ease. + + +XLIV + + When to King Etzel's castle the joyful tidings came, + Right merry were to hear it many a knight and many a dame. + The courtly train, accustom'd Queen Helca to obey, + In after time with Kriemhild led many a happy day. + + +XLV + + In anxious doubt there waiting stood many a noble maid, + All, since the death of Helca, down by deep sorrow weigh'd + Seven, of proud kings the daughters, Kriemhild found there in place, + Of all King Etzel's country the ornament and grace. + + +XLVI + + Of this fair train of damsels Dame Herrat had the care, + Helca's sister's daughter, renown'd for virtues rare, + Wife of good Sir Dietrich, daughter of King Nentwine; + Her after honors suited well with her lofty line. + + +XLVII + + That the high guests were coming, it joy'd her much to hear; + Straight she bade make ready good store of choicest cheer. + How then King Etzel feasted, no tongue may hope to tell. + E'en in the days of Helca they scarcely far'd so well. + + +XLVIII + + As from the shore with Kriemhild rode on King Etzel bold, + Who forward led each damsel, straight to the queen was told, + And thus each lord and lady she welcomed as was meet; + Ah! with what power thereafter she sat in Helca's seat! + + +XLIX + + Their true and loyal service all vow'd to her alone; + Silver, and gold, and raiment, and many a precious stone, + She freely shar'd among them; on that auspicious day, + All she had brought from Rhineland was giv'n at once away. + + +L + + To her, as to their mistress, whoe'er the king obey'd, + His kinsmen and his vassals, true liegemen's service paid, + That never Lady Helca ruled with such mighty sway. + Such service held Queen Kriemhild e'en to her dying day. + + +LI + + So court and country flourish'd with such high honors crown'd, + And all at every season fresh joy and pastime found. + Every heart was merry, smiles on each face were seen; + So kind the king was ever, so liberal the queen. + + + + +TWENTY-THIRD ADVENTURE + +HOW KRIEMHILD THOUGHT OF REVENGING HER INJURIES + + +I + + King Etzel and Queen Kriemhild in proudest honor dwelt + For seven whole years together, nor woe nor sorrow felt; + Meanwhile to her fond husband the queen produced a boy; + Never before did Etzel exult so high with joy. + + +II + + She never ceas'd entreating till her good lord she won + To have the right of baptism giv'n to her infant son + After the Christian custom; Ortlieb call'd was he; + Thereat all Etzel's kingdoms were fill'd with mirth and glee. + + +III + + Whatever queenly virtues had fame to Helca brought, + Dame Kriemhild daily practis'd, and love, like Helca, sought. + From the foreign maiden Herrat, who still in secret yearn'd + For Helca's loss, the customs of all the land she learn'd. + + +IV + + Her praise both friends and strangers alike were glad to tell; + 'Twas own'd that never kingdom so graciously and well + By queen had e'er been governed; so much to all was clear. + This fame she bore in Hungary e'en to the thirteenth year. + + +V + + When now she knew for certain that none would thwart her will + (So deal with wives of princes their husbands' vassals still), + And saw twelve kings for ever standing her before, + Her home-bred wrongs and sorrows again she brooded o'er. + + +VI + + She thought how all the honors of the Nibelungers' land, + That once were her possession, fierce Hagan's rugged hand, + After the death of Siegfried, had torn from her away, + And how the proud wrong-doer with wrong she might repay. + + +VII + + "'Twere done, if I could only lure him to this land!" + Still would she dream, that often she wander'd hand in hand + With Giselher her brother, and often on the mouth + Kiss'd him in her slumber; too soon came bale on both. + + +VIII + + Sure the foul fiend possess'd her, and lurking in her heart + Prompted her from King Gunther so lovingly to part, + Kissing, but not forgiving, close harboring still the feud. + Hot tears of wrath and malice once more her vesture dew'd. + + +IX + + At her heart for ever early and late it lay, + How, guiltless, from her country she had been driven away, + And forc'd to take for husband a man of heathen creed. + Gunther and bloody Hagan had brought her to such need. + + +X + + One long and dreary yearning she foster'd hour by hour; + She thought, "I am so wealthy and hold such boundless power, + That I with ease a mischief can bring on all my foes, + But most on him of Trony, the deadliest far of those. + + +XI + + "Full oft for its beloved my heart is mourning still; + Them could I but meet with, who wrought me so much ill, + Revenge should strike at murder, and life atone for life; + Wait can I no longer." So murmur'd Etzel's wife. + + +XII + + All the great king's vassals much love unto her bore, + And to do her service were ready evermore. + Her chamberlain was Eckewart, who thus made hosts of friends; + So none could thwart her pleasure, whate'er might be her ends. + + +XIII + + Ever was she thinking, "I'll ask the king a boon, + Which he, I know, will grant me readily and soon, + To bid my friends and kinsmen hither to Hunnish ground," + None guess'd her secret malice, or harm in Kriemhild found. + + +XIV + + So on a night reposing, as by the king she lay + (He in his arms embrac'd her, and bless'd the happy day, + That gave him such a consort, dear to him as his life; + She on her foes was thinking and th' old intestine strife), + + +XV + + Thus spake she to the monarch, "Dear lord, full fain would I + Entreat of thee a favor, which thou wilt not deny + If thou think'st I deserve it, to let me see aright + If my friends in good earnest have favor in thy sight." + + +XVI + + Then spake the mighty monarch (kind was his heart and true), + "Of that can I assure thee; whatever good accrue + To those bold knights, be certain to me content it lends; + Never through love of woman acquir'd I better friends." + + +XVII + + Then thus made Kriemhild answer, "'Tis true, as thou dost know, + Right noble are my kinsmen, yet ever am I woe + That still they keep so distant nor I by them am seen. + I'm told, for a mere outcast people report your queen." + + +XVIII + + Then answer'd thus King Etzel, "Dear love and lady mine, + If they regard not distance, I'll send beyond the Rhine. + And hither bid whomever thou here to see art fain." + Much joy'd the vengeful lady thus his consent to gain. + + +XIX + + Said she, "Would'st thou but please me, dear lord and master mine, + Despatch from hence thy envoys to Worms beyond the Rhine. + Such friends as most I long for, I hither will invite, + And straight will come among us full many a noble knight." + + +XX + + Said he, "As thou would'st have it, so let the matter be; + Assure thee, thou wilt never thy friends so gladly see + As I shall gladly see them, noble Uta's children dear; + It irks me much and deeply, they've been such strangers here. + + +XXI + + "So, if it thus content thee, dear love and lady mine, + I'll gladly send my minstrels for those good friends of thine. + They this very morning shall start for Burgundy." + With that, the king his minstrels bade summon instantly. + + +XXII + + They hasten'd at the summons where, newly ris'n from bed, + The king sat with his consort; thus to both he said, + "Hence you with a message to Burgundy must ride." + With that, the richest vesture, he bade for them provide. + + +XXIII + + For four and twenty warriors fit raiment was prepar'd. + Moreover to his envoys his will the king declar'd, + How they should to Hungary bid Gunther and his folk. + But what the queen enjoin'd them close apart she spoke. + + +XXIV + + Thus them address'd King Etzel, "I'll tell you what to do; + To my good friends go tender my love and service true, + And bid them deign ride hither, and taste our Hunnish cheer. + Guests have I none other whom I hold so dear. + + +XXV + + "So if they will do me the favor which I pray, + Entreat them not to linger; speed makes the surest way. + At my high feast this summer I trust to see my friends, + And on my wife's fair kinsmen much of my joy depends." + + +XXVI + + Thereto replied the minstrel, the haughty Swemmeline, + "When in this land of Hungary your feast do you design? + That to your friends exactly your purpose we may say." + "About," replied King Etzel, "next midsummer day." + + +XXVII + + "We'll surely do your bidding," Werbel made reply. + Into her inmost chamber the queen bade by and by + In secret bring the envoys, and there her will 'gan tell, + Whence death and grim destruction many a good knight befell. + + +XXVIII + + She said to both the envoys, "Now only serve me true, + And as I command you my will discreetly do, + And, when you come to Rhineland, speak but my bidding there, + And I'll give you gold and raiment plenty and to spare. + + +XXIX + + "To my friends, whomever you meet with, more or less, + At Worms, as there you tarry, be sure you ne'er confess + That ever you beheld me moody or sorrow-worn; + Only let my service to the good knights be borne. + + +XXX + + "Beg them to grant the favor for which the king hath sent, + And so at once will vanish my only discontent. + I here am fancied friendless, and scarce esteem'd aright. + I'd go myself to visit them if I but were a knight. + + +XXXI + + "And also to Sir Gernot, my noble brother, say, + That none can love him better than his sister far away, + And bid him bring me hither our friends most prov'd and true, + That all may here accord us the honor that's our due. + + +XXXII + + "And say, too, to young Giselher that he should bear in mind, + That he never wrong'd me, but still was good and kind. + My eyes are ever yearning to look upon him here, + For dearly do I love him, as I to him am dear. + + +XXXIII + + "And tell my noble mother what honors here I bear. + Then, if Hagan of Trony resolve to tarry there, + Who will there be to guide them through lands so waste and lone? + But he the roads to Hungary e'en from a child has known." + + +XXXIV + + Not a whit the envoys could guess her deep design + In keeping him of Trony from tarrying by the Rhine. + It irk'd them sore thereafter, when their unconscious breath + With him had drawn the guiltless into the toils of death. + + +XXXV + + Letters and goodly greetings the king was prompt to give; + And riches bore they with them right sumptuously to live. + So leave they took of Etzel, and of his noble queen; + Adorn'd were they with raiment as rich as e'er was seen. + + + + +TWENTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE + +HOW WERBEL AND SWEMMELINE DELIVERED THE MESSAGE + + +I + + When Etzel had his envoys for the Rhenish border bown'd, + From land to land the tidings at once flew wide around. + He pray'd and eke commanded by many a nimble post + Guests to his gorgeous festal; 'twas the doom of death to most. + + +II + + So from the realm of Hungary forth the envoys went + To the bold Burgundians; thither were they sent + To three royal brethren and their warriors wight + To bid them come to Etzel; fast prick'd they as they might. + + +III + + Thence came they to Bechlaren as on the spur they rode; + There all were glad to tend them, and naught but kindness show'd. + Rudeger and Gotelind by them their service true + Sent to their friends in Rhineland, so did their daughter too. + + +IV + + Thence without many a present they would not let them part, + So that the men of Etzel might go with merrier heart. + Rudeger bade tell Uta and her children three, + That sure no other margrave lov'd them so well as he. + + +V + + And eke they sent to Brunhild their service and best will, + Their loyalty devoted, and love enduring still. + So, thus at full commission'd, the envoys sprung to selle; + The margravine at parting pray'd God to guard them well. + + +VI + + Ere the despatchful minstrels had ridd'n Bavaria through, + Swift Werbel found the bishop, Queen Kriemhild's uncle true. + What to his Rhenish kinsmen by their mouths he said + Came never to my knowledge; but th' envoys gold so red + + +VII + + He gave for a remembrance ere he let them part; + But first thus spake good Pilgrin, "'Twould gladden sure my heart + To see them in Bavaria, these sister's sons of mine, + Since I can hope so seldom to seek them by the Rhine." + + +VIII + + What roads they took yet further, as to the Rhine they far'd, + Is more than I can utter; none sure to pilfer dar'd + Their silver or their raiment; Etzel all had dread; + His majesty and puissance so wide around were spread. + + +IX + + Within twelve days, so riding, they came unto the Rhine, + E'en to Worms, the minstrels Werbel and Swemmeline. + To the kings and their liegemen forthwith the tidings ran, + That come were foreign envoys. Gunther to ask began. + + +X + + Thus said the Lord of Rhineland, "I fain would understand, + Whence have the strangers journey'd who thus have sought our land." + Not one to his inquiry could satisfaction bring, + Till they were seen by Hagan, who thus bespake the king; + + +XI + + "These must be weighty tidings; that can I vouch for true; + Sure they are Etzel's minstrels whom here I have in view. + Your sister sends them hither unless I much mistake; + Let's give them hearty welcome for their great master's sake." + + +XII + + At once up to the palace in fair array they rode; + Never prince's minstrels before so lordly show'd. + Forth stepp'd King Gunther's servants with courteous act and look, + And led them to fit chambers, and in charge their raiment took. + + +XIII + + So rich and so well fashion'd were the riding-vests they wore, + That in them they with honor might go the king before; + Still they resolv'd no longer the same at court to wear, + But ask'd, "Who would accept them?" of those who loiter'd there. + + +XIV + + It chanced that there were many, who were right well content + To take their proffer'd bounty; to these they straight were sent. + Then robes of such rare splendor put on the lofty guests, + That well might royal envoys keep state in meaner vests. + + +XV + + Straightway, with leave accorded, Etzel's servants went + To where the king was sitting; kind looks were on them bent. + To them in courteous fashion up stepp'd Sir Hagan brave, + And warmly bade them welcome; due thanks in turn they gave. + + +XVI + + Much after news inquir'd he, much after great and small, + How it was with Etzel, how with his warriors all. + The minstrel thus made answer, "The land was ne'er so well, + The people ne'er so happy; this I for truth can tell." + + +XVII + + To the host then went the envoys; throng'd was the palace wide; + They met right courteous greeting from knights on every side, + Such as in distant countries to noble guests is due. + Werbel there found with Gunther many a champion bold and true. + + +XVIII + + Courteously King Gunther greeted them as they stood; + "Welcome to Worms, both welcome, ye Hunnish minstrels good, + You and your worthy comrades; wherefore from Hungary + Has noble Etzel sent you so far to Burgundy?" + + +XIX + + Low bow'd they to King Gunther, then Werbel spake, "By me + My good king and thy sister their service send to thee, + And their fraternal greeting with kind sincere intent. + We to you knights of Rhineland in love and truth are sent." + + +XX + + Then said the puissant Gunther, "This news I'm glad to hear; + And how," asked he, "is Etzel, whom long I've held so dear, + And my fair sister Kriemhild, who reigns in Hungary?" + Then answer'd thus the minstrel, "I'll tell you faithfully. + + +XXI + + "This take for true and certain, that never yet were seen + People so blithe and merry as our good king and queen, + Their vassals, and their kinsmen, and knights in bower and hall; + The tidings of our journey rejoic'd them one and all." + + +XXII + + "Thanks for his friendly message, which you so far have brought, + And also for my sister's; it glads my inmost thought + To find they all live happy, both king and liegemen bold. + I ask'd with fear and trembling before your tale was told." + + +XXIII + + The two young kings together alike the presence sought. + But just before, the tidings had to their ears been brought. + Right glad to see the envoys for his dear sister's sake + Was the young knight Giselher, and friendly them bespake. + + +XXIV + + "Welcome, ye noble envoys, welcome to me and mine; + Should you be pleas'd more frequent to travel to the Rhine, + Friends you would meet with ever who'd see you still with joy, + And little you'd encounter to cause you here annoy." + + +XXV + + "For that we freely trust you," straight answer'd Swemmeline; + "Express ne'er could I fitly by wit or words of mine + What kind and friendly greetings I from King Etzel bear, + And from your noble sister, who reigns so proudly there. + + +XXVI + + "Your love and old affection she bids you keep in mind, + And how to her you ever in heart and soul were kind. + But first to the king and foremost we come by high command, + To beg you'd deign to travel hence into Etzel's land. + + +XXVII + + "In strictest charge 'twas given us by our redoubted king, + Unto you all this message on his account to bring, + If you your loving sister are so resolv'd to shun, + Yet fain would learn King Etzel, what he to you has done, + + +XXVIII + + "That you to him such strangers and to his land have been; + E'en were you distant aliens, nor kinsmen of his queen, + He at your hands might merit that you his guests should be, + And if this e'er should happen, right well content were he." + + +XXIX + + Thereto replied King Gunther, "Before this sennight's end, + I'll tell you, after counsel first ta'en with many a friend. + What I shall have determin'd; meanwhile for you 'twere best + To go back to your quarters and there in pleasure rest." + + +XXX + + Then said the minstrel Werbel, "And might it also be, + That you would permit us a little space to see + My gracious Lady Uta ere we retire to rest?" + Thereto assent Sir Giselher thus courteously express'd. + + +XXXI + + "That no one will refuse you, and, would you thither go, + Full well you'd please my mother, that for a truth I know; + Surely for my sister the Lady Kriemhild's sake + She will behold you gladly, and friendly welcome make." + + +XXXII + + Giselher then led them where he the lady found; + Full gladly she beheld them, the chiefs from Hunnish ground. + She gave them friendly greeting, for she was good and wise; + They then their charge deliver'd in grave and courtly guise. + + +XXXIII + + "To you the queen my lady," thus noble Swemmeline spake, + "Commends her love and duty; this you for truth may take, + That if your royal daughter her mother oft could see, + In all the world no pleasure more dear to her would be." + + +XXXIV + + Thereto the queen made answer, "That cannot be, I fear; + Much as 'twould glad me, often to see my daughter dear, + She dwells from hence too distant, the noble Etzel's wife. + May she and he together ever lead a happy life! + + +XXXV + + "I pray you, give me notice, e'er you from Rhineland go, + When you begin your journey; this too for certain know, + That I never envoys with more content have seen." + The squires to do her pleasure made promise to the queen. + + +XXXVI + + The messengers from Hungary thence to their chambers went; + Meanwhile in haste King Gunther round to his friends had sent, + And, when all were assembled, inquir'd of every man, + What thought they of the message; many then to speak began. + + +XXXVII + + That into Etzel's country be might in safety ride, + This all the best advis'd him, who stood there by his side, + Save only stern Sir Hagan; he drew the king apart, + And grimly frowning mutter'd, "You strike at your own heart. + + +XXXVIII + + "You sure must still remember what we ere now have done. + We must beware of Kriemhild for ever, every one. + To the death her husband I smote with this good hand; + How then can we with prudence set foot in Etzel's land?" + + +XXXIX + + Then spake the mighty monarch, "She thinks no more of this; + At parting she forgave us, with many a loving kiss, + All we had done against her; her wrath is overblown. + If she bear malice, Hagan, 'tis sure 'gainst you alone." + + +XL + + "Trust not, Sir King," said Hagan, "how smooth soe'er they be, + The messengers from Hungary; if Kriemhild you will see, + You put upon the venture your honor and your life. + A nurse of ling'ring vengeance is Etzel's moody wife." + + +XLI + + Then took the word Prince Gernot, and in the council spake, + "Because you with good reason believe your life at stake + In yonder Hunnish kingdoms, must we too Kriemhild shun, + And visit not our sister? that sure were wrongly done." + + +XLII + + Then to the frowning warrior Prince Giselher turn'd his rede, + "Since you know yourself guilty, friend Hagan, in this deed, + Better stay here in safety, and of your life take care, + And with us to our sister let journey those who dare." + + +XLIII + + Thereat the Knight of Trony to kindle wrath began, + "Never shall you, never, lead with you hence a man + That with you dare ride readier to visit your worst foe; + Since you will not hear counsel, this I ere long will show." + + +XLIV + + Then spake the steward Rumolt, a hardy knight and true; + "You can dispose in Rhineland of friends and strangers too + After your own good pleasure; abundance have you here; + No one, I ween, in Hungary has bound you to appear. + + +XLV + + "Since you will not hear Hagan, to my advice attend; + This is what Rumolt counsels, your firm and faithful friend; + Stay here in peace and plenty; let those who need it roam, + And let the great King Etzel cheer his fair queen at home. + + +XLVI + + "Where can you be better for pleasure or repose? + Where more with friends surrounded, and more secure from foes? + So be wise and merry, the richest raiment wear, + Drink the best wine in Rhineland, and woo the fairest fair. + + +XLVII + + "Store have you too of dainties, the best and most to prize + That ever feasted monarch, and, if 'twere otherwise, + At home you still should tarry for love of your fair wife, + Nor in such childish fashion expose your precious life. + + +XLVIII + + "Stay here then, I beseech you; rich are your lawns and leas, + Here every pledge of pleasure you may redeem with ease, + Far better than in Hungary; who knows what there may rise? + Stay here, my lord, and stir not; this is what I advise." + + +XLIX + + "Stay will we not, assure thee," Prince Gernot answer'd straight; + "How can we, when my sister and the great king, her mate, + Have bidd'n us by a message so loving and so kind? + Who will not freely with us may safely stay behind." + + +L + + Thereto made Hagan answer, "Be not displeas'd at all + With what I now shall counsel, whatever hence befall. + In faith and truth I warn you; would you in safety go, + Ride well array'd to Hungary, and arm'd from top to toe. + + +LI + + "Since you still will forward, for all your warriors send, + For every valiant stranger and every trusted friend. + From all I'll choose a thousand, each a well-proved knight; + Thus you may rest in safety from moody Kriemhild's spite." + + +LII + + "I gladly take thy counsel," the king at once replied; + Throughout his lands despatch'd he his messengers far and wide. + Three thousand knights or better came on with proud intent. + Little thought they to purchase such doleful dreariment. + + +LIII + + With jollity and joyance to Gunther's land they rode; + On all, that proffer'd service, was horse and weed bestow'd, + For soon were they to travel far from Burgundian ground. + Many a good knight to join him the king right willing found. + + +LIV + + Then Hagan told Sir Dankwart, his brother good at need, + Eighty of their warriors forth to the Rhine to lead. + Thither they came full knightly; the well-appointed band + Harness with them, and raiment, brought into Gunther's land. + + +LV + + Folker, a noble minstrel, and eke a hardy knight, + Came to partake their journey with thirty men of might, + All clad in such apparel as well a king might wear; + He bade announce to Gunther, to Hungary he'd fare. + + +LVI + + Now, who was this same Folker, I'll tell you faithfully. + He was a high-born warrior, and had in Burgundy + Many good knights for vassals of honor undefil'd. + For playing on the viol the minstrel he was styl'd. + + +LVII + + Hagan chose out a thousand whom well before he knew + In stern assaults and forays for valiant men and true, + And in all forms of battle their worth he oft had tried. + Their well-approved prowess by none could be denied. + + +LVIII + + Sore irk'd it Kriemhild's envoys to make so long a stay; + They fear'd their lord's displeasure, and fain would speed away. + They daily were entreating for leave at once to part, + But Hagan still refus'd it through subtlety of heart. + + +LIX + + To his lords he thus gave warning, "We must well beware + Of letting these ride homeward, unless ourselves we fare + Within a sennight after straight into Etzel's land. + We shall be thus the safer if any fraud be plann'd. + + +LX + + "With all her thirst for vengeance, Kriemhild will want the time + To weave a web of mischief, and muster strength for crime, + Or, if she strike too early, she'll be the sufferer then, + Since we shall bring to Hungary such a host of chosen men." + + +LXI + + Forthwith for many a champion, who thence would soon away, + Prepar'd were shields and saddles and all the proud array + That to the land of Etzel each was with him to bring; + Meanwhile Queen Kriemhild's envoys were call'd before the king. + + +LXII + + Then thus began Sir Gernot to th' envoys there in place, + "The king will do the bidding of royal Etzel's grace. + Fain will we seek his festal, which it were ill to miss, + And see once more our sister; she may depend on this." + + +LXIII + + Then spake to them King Gunther, "Could you to us declare + The time of this high festal, and when we should be there + With all our following present?" then Swemmeline made reply, + "For the next midsummer is fix'd the festal high." + + +LXIV + + The king then gave permission, not granted till that hour, + If they wish'd to visit Dame Brunhild in her bower, + With his free allowance thither at once to go, + Then interpos'd Sir Folker (the queen would have it so). + + +LXV + + "Just now my Lady Brunhild is not so well of cheer," + Said the good knight, "that strangers before her can appear. + Wait until to-morrow; then you the queen may see." + Much wish'd they to behold her, yet never could it be. + + +LXVI + + Then in his gracious fashion commanded straight the king + Through kindnes to the envoys forth his gold to bring + Spread out on massy bucklers; good store thereof had he. + Rich gifts his friends too gave them with liberal hand and free. + + +LXVII + + Gernot alike and Giselher and Gary and Ortwine + Show'd, they as well could lavish the treasures of the mine. + Such rich gifts on the envoys were shower'd with one accord, + That they durst not accept them through terror of their lord. + + +LXVIII + + On this the messenger Swemmeline thus to the king 'gan say, + "Sir King, needs must your presents here in your country stay; + We cannot take them with us; our king has so decreed, + And strictly that forbidden; besides, we've little need." + + +LXIX + + Not little wonder'd Gunther, and felt displeasure more, + That they refus'd such presents given from his royal store. + Still he at last constrain'd them his gold and weed to take, + And to the land of Etzel to bear them for his sake. + + +LXX + + An audience of Queen Uta, ere they set out, they sought. + Young Giselher the minstrels before his mother brought. + The lady to her daughter by them this message sent, + To hear of all her honors, it gave her full content. + + +LXXI + + Girdles and gold she lavish'd, sure more than I can tell, + Both for the sake of Kriemhild (for her she lov'd full well) + And also of King Etzel, on those same minstrels brave; + They willingly accepted what she sincerely gave. + + +LXXII + + Their leave then took the envoys, well-gifted as might be, + Of every noble warrior and every lady free. + Thence on they rode to Swabia; Sir Gernot sent along + So far his knights to guard them, that none should do them wrong. + + +LXXIII + + When from the friends they parted, who had assur'd their way, + In peace they went thenceforward, safe under Etzel's sway, + That no man dar'd to pilfer their horses or their weed. + So to the land of Etzel they prick'd with fiery speed. + + +LXXIV + + Whom true they found and friendly, them told they all and some, + That the bold Burgundians would shortly thither come + From the Rhine into Hungary, as Etzel them had pray'd. + Also to Bishop Pilgrin like tidings were convey'd. + + +LXXV + + As they nigh to Bechlaren came riding down the road, + Twas told to good Sir Rudeger, who there in peace abode, + And to the Lady Gotelind, the noble margravine. + To hear she soon would see them, right glad was she, I ween. + + +LXXVI + + On went they with the tidings, fast sped they horse and man; + The minstrels found King Etzel in his good town of Gran. + Greetings upon greetings were sent from Rhine, they said, + All there were at his service; for joy he glow'd a merry red. + + +LXXVII + + When the queen heard for certain (what she so long had plann'd) + That her long absent brethren would come into the land, + She swam in joy and rapture; richly for service done + The minstrels she requited; high honor thus she won. + + +LXXVIII + + Then thus she spake, "Now tell me, Werbel and Swemmeline, + Who to our feast are coming of kin and friends of mine, + Into this land invited with many a friendly word; + And tell, too, what said Hagan, when he the tidings heard." + + +LXXIX + + "Early upon a morning to the council-board he came; + Little there he utter'd but words of gloom and blame; + And when the jaunt to Hungary was voted in a breath, + He grimly smil'd and mutter'd, 'This jaunt's a jaunt to death.' + + +LXXX + + "There are your brethren coming, the noble kings all three, + In lofty mood and joyous; who there besides may be, + We could not learn for certain, else would we nothing hide. + The valiant gleeman Folker agreed with them to ride." + + +LXXXI + + "I could have spar'd full lightly the minstrel's presence here," + Replied the wife of Etzel; "this gives me little cheer; + I'm well inclin'd to Hagan; he is of courage high; + To have him here among us right well content am I." + + +LXXXII + + Then in haste went Kriemhild where sat King Etzel near; + How kindly she bespake him! "My lord and husband dear, + What thinks't thou of these tidings, thou, who this feast hast will'd? + My heart's long lingering wishes shall now be all fulfill'd." + + +LXXXIII + + "Thy wishes are my pleasure," the smiling king replied, + "Ne'er with my own good kinsmen was I so satisfied, + Whene'er into my country they have been pleas'd to fare; + Through love of thy brave brethren has vanish'd all my care." + + +LXXXIV + + The officers of Etzel forthwith bestirr'd them all, + With fitting seats to furnish palace as well as hall + For the dear guests, approaching the merry feast to keep. + They gave him cause thereafter full bitterly to weep. + + + + +TWENTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE + +HOW THE LORDS ALL CAME INTO HUNGARY + + +I + + But let us tell no further how there the work they plied. + Never to a king's country were known before to ride + Such well-appointed squadrons as thither were to speed. + They had whate'er they wanted, both weapons and eke weed. + + +II + + The King of Rhine apparel gave to his liegemen bold, + To threescore and a thousand, as I have heard it told, + Beside nine thousand yeomen, on mirth and revel bent. + Those, whom they left behind them, soon rued that e'er they went. + + +III + + In Worms, as their equipment was carrying through the court, + From Spire an aged bishop, of reverend report, + Thus bespake fair Uta, "Our worthy friends prepare + To yonder feast to travel; God watch and ward them there!" + + +IV + + Thereon the noble Uta bespake her children dear, + "Far better stay, good heroes, and tend your safety here. + I had last night, my children, a dream of ghastly dread, + How all the birds, that flutter throughout this land, were dead." + + +V + + "Who cares for dreams," said Hagan, "and thinks by them to walk, + Ne'er in the path of honor with sturdy steps can stalk, + Or breathe the voice of reason, but wavers to and fro. + I rede, my noble master take leave and forward go. + + +VI + + "Yes, we shall ride full gladly hence into Etzel's land. + There kings need for their service many a good hero's hand, + And this fair feast of Kriemhild's awaits us there to view." + So Hagan urg'd the journey, which soon he came to rue. + + +VII + + He ne'er had giv'n such counsel but for what late had pass'd, + When scorn on him Sir Gernot had so unseemly cast, + Reminding him of Siegfried, and what had erst been done, + As though for that dislik'd him the journey to the Hun. + + +VIII + + Then answer'd he of Trony, "Fear prompts not what I rede. + If so you'll have it, heroes, fall to the work and speed; + You'll find me not the hindmost to ride to Etzel's realm." + Soon shatter'd he thereafter many a shield and many a helm. + + +IX + + The boats were waiting ready, the band was muster'd there; + Thither his choice apparel each one made haste to bear. + Their toil was scarce well over ere eve fell on the lea; + So from their homes they parted as merry as might be. + + +X + + Beyond the Rhine's fair current their hasty camp was seen; + There tents and proud pavilions bespotted all the green. + The lovely queen her husband detain'd for that one night, + The last they spent together, dole mingling with delight. + + +XI + + At early dawn there sounded sweet flute and trumpet-clang; + 'Twas the hour of parting; to work the warriors sprang. + With a hasty kiss fond lovers were then constrain'd to sever. + With woe and death fell Kriemhild soon sunder'd them for ever. + + +XII + + The children of fair Uta a man had at their court, + Bold alike and faithful, in all of best report. + The same, as they were going, drew the king aside. + "Woe's me," said he, "dear master, you to this feast will ride." + + +XIII + + The good knight's name was Rumolt, a tall man of his hands. + Said he, "To whom commit you your people and your lands? + Would one could turn your warriors to do what best you should; + This message of your sister's it never seem'd me good." + + +XIV + + "This is my will and pleasure; to thee my infant heir, + To thee I trust my country; of the women take good care; + Whomever thou see'st weeping, his woe with comfort charm. + Sure at the hands of Kriemhild we ne'er can come to harm." + + +XV + + For the kings and for their liegemen the steeds were ready ranged; + How many then, with kisses of true love interchanged, + Full flown with lively vigor, athirst for bold emprise, + Left each a stately lady to droop in tears and sighs. + + +XVI + + When light into their saddles up sprang the warriors good, + Then might you see the women how sorrowful they stood. + All felt, they did for ever, and to their doom, depart, + A dreary, dark foreboding, that shakes the firmest heart! + + +XVII + + As the bold Burgundians rode forth in gallant show, + To see them all the country ran hurrying to and fro. + On either side the mountains both men and women wept. + Little reck'd they the weepers; their joyous course they kept. + + +XVIII + + In habergeons a thousand the knights of Nibelung's reign, + Who many a lovely lady they ne'er should see again + Had left at home in sorrow, rode gaily with the rest. + The wounds of Siegfried fester'd in Kriemhild's throbbing breast. + + +XIX + + So went they ever onward until the Main they spied, + Thence up through Eastern Frankland the men of Gunther hied. + Well knew the roads Sir Hagan, who led their steps aright; + Their marshal was Sir Dankwart, the stout Burgundian knight. + + +XX + + As on from Eastern Frankland to Schwanfeld still they rode, + Their grace and stately courtesy and knightly bearing show'd, + The princes and their kindred deserv'd their lofty fame. + The king on the twelfth morning unto the Danube came. + + +XXI + + A space the Knight of Trony rode on before the host; + He still the Nibelungers best cheer'd and aided most. + The fear-defying champion alighted on the lea, + And fast beside the river his horse tied to a tree. + + +XXII + + Swoln was the roaring river, bark was there none to spy; + Every bold Nibelunger look'd on with wistful eye + In doubt how to pass over, the surges spread so wide. + Many a good knight from saddle down sprung the stream beside. + + +XXIII + + "Good Lord of Rhine," said Hagan, "much mischief here may be, + Much may'st thou have to suffer, as thou thyself may'st see. + Strong is the flood and furious, the stream can ill be cross'd. + Many a good knight, I fear me, will here to-day be lost." + + +XXIV + + "Why dost thou check me, Hagan?" the troubled king 'gan say; + "Do not, as thou are valiant, the daunted more dismay. + Look out a ford up higher, above these lower meads, + Where we may pass in safety our baggage and our steeds." + +XXV + + +"I never," answer'd Hagan, "my life so weary found, But in these burly +billows 'twould irk me to be drown'd. Many a knight of Etzel's, ere yet +my day be o'er, By this good hand shall perish; that, 'faith, would +please me more. + + +XXVI + + "So here beside the water, ye noble knights, abide; + Myself will seek the ferrymen along the river side, + And bid them bring us over hence into Gelfrat's land." + With that the sturdy Hagan took his good shield in hand. + + +XXVII + + Well arm'd was the stern champion; he bore a shield of might; + Strongly lac'd was his helmet, well-temper'd, burnish'd bright; + His broadsword in a baldric hung o'er his armor sheen; + Wounds could it cut full ghastly with both its edges keen. + + +XXVIII + + As there and here for boatmen look'd out the warrior good, + He heard a splash of water; listening awhile he stood. + The sound came from wise women, who took their pleasure near, + Bathing for refreshment in a fountain cool and clear. + + +XXIX + + 'Ware of them was Hagan; nigh he closely crept; + Sudden they espied him,--how away they swept! + That they had so escap'd him, their bosoms swell'd with joy; + He seiz'd upon their raiment, nor wrought them more annoy. + + +XXX + + Then one of them bespake him (Hadburg was her name), + "Noble knight, Sir Hagan, go seek a worthier game. + Give us back our raiment, and we will tell thee all + That from this march to Hungary shall thee and thine befall." + + +XXXI + + Like water-hens they floated before him on the wave. + Him seem'd, their well-known wisdom of truth assurance gave; + Hence what they chose to tell him, he took with more belief. + Then thus they of the future resolv'd the listening chief. + + +XXXII + + Said th' one, "To Etzel's country (doubt not what Hadburg saith) + You well may ride and safely, for that I pledge my faith, + And never band of heroes sought kingdom far or near + To win such height of honor; 'tis true as we are here." + + +XXXIII + + Well pleas'd her speech Sir Hagan, his heart wax'd light and gay; + He gave them back their vesture, and would no longer stay; + But when again the mermaids had donn'd their wondrous weed, + They told in truth, how Gunther in Hungary should speed. + + +XXXIV + + And then the other mermaid, that Sieglind hight, began, + "I will warn thee, Hagan, thou son of Aldrian; + My aunt has lied unto thee her raiment back to get; + If once thou coms't to Hungary, thou'rt taken in the net. + + +XXXV + + "Turn, while there's time for safety, turn, warriors most and least; + For this, and for this only, you're bidden to the feast, + That you perforce may perish in Etzel's bloody land. + Whoever rideth thither, Death has he close at hand." + + +XXXVI + + Thereto gave answer Hagan, "In vain you cheat and lie, + How can it ever happen that there we all shall die, + However fierce the hatred that one to us may bear?" + They then began the future more fully to declare. + + +XXXVII + + Then thus the first bespake him, "Yet so it needs must be; + Not one of you his country again shall ever see, + Not one but the king's chaplain; this well to us is known; + To Gunther's land in safety return shall he alone." + + +XXXVIII + + Then angrily Sir Hagan bespake her, frowning stern, + "'Twere ill to tell my masters what they'd disdain and spurn, + That we should all in Hungary death and destruction find. + Now show us o'er the water, wisest of womankind." + + +XXXIX + + Said she, "Since from this journey, it seems, thou wilt not turn, + Up yonder by the river an inn thou may'st discern. + A ferryman there dwelleth; no others here abide." + The knight believ'd her answer, and took her words for guide. + + +XL + + Him then the first call'd after as gloomily he went, + "Stay yet awhile, Sir Hagan, why so on haste intent? + Hear better our instructions to reach the farther strand. + A margrave, that hight Elsy, is lord of all this land. + + +XLI + + "He has a valiant brother (Sir Gelfrat men him call), + A great lord in Bavaria; ill might it you befall, + If through his march you travel; your course with caution plan, + And smoothly deal and gently with yonder ferryman. + + +XLII + + "He scarce will leave you scathless (so fierce is he and rude), + Unless with sound discretion you temper his rough mood. + Would you he'd put you over, pay down at once the fare. + He is a friend of Gelfrat's and of this land has care. + + +XLIII + + "And, should the ferryman tarry, across the river shout, + And say your name is Amelrich, whom late a feud drove out + Perforce from this, his country, a knight of birth and fame. + Good speed will make the ferryman when once he hears the name." + + +XLIV + + For all reply Sir Hagan to the wise ladies bow'd; + Then in his gloomy silence strode off the warrior proud. + Still higher up the river along the shore he hied, + Until a lonely hostel on th' other bank he spied. + + +XLV + + He straight across the water 'gan call with all his might, + "Come, carry me over, ferryman," shouted the lusty knight. + "Of ruddy gold an armlet I'll give thee for thy meed. + Come, carry me, well thou knowest how pressing is my need." + + +XLVI + + The ferryman was wealthy, to serve he scarce could bear, + And hence it seldom happened he deign'd to take a fare. + His men were like their master, as moody and misproud. + Still on this side Sir Hagan stood ever shouting loud. + + +XLVII + + So loud and strong he shouted, that all the water rung, + While the deep-chested warrior thus thunder'd from his tongue, + "Come, put me o'er, I'm Amelrich, who Elsy serv'd and sued, + The same who from this country fled for a mortal feud." + + +XLVIII + + High on his sword an armlet held out the champion bold + (Bright was it and glittering and ruddy all with gold) + That he might be put over thence into Gelfrat's land. + Then took the burly boatman himself an oar in hand. + + +XLIX + + He was in sooth, that boatman, an ill-condition'd elf. + Nothing leads men to ruin like hankering after pelf. + He thought by ferrying Hagan his ruddy gold to get; + A sword-stroke for an armlet, and death for gain he met. + + +L + + With sinewy might the boatman row'd o'er to yonder strand, + But not the man he heard of sprung to the boat from land. + The ferryman wax'd furious when Hagan there he found; + Thus he bespake the hero, and speaking darkly frown'd. + + +LI + + "Your name it may be Amelrich for ought I know," said he, + "But you're like him I look'd for as little as can be. + In sooth he was my brother, by father and mother's side + You've put a trick upon me, so on this bank shall bide." + + +LII + + "Nay, think again, for heaven's sake," Sir Hagan made reply, + "In pain for sundry comrades a foreign knight am I; + So take my fare contented, and kindly put me o'er; + You'll bind me to your service, your friend for evermore." + + +LIII + + "No, no," replied the ferryman, "it must not, faith, be so; + My good lords all around them have many a deadly foe; + For this, I ne'er put over strangers into this land, + So, as your life you value, out with you to the strand." + + +LIV + + "Nay, speak not so," said Hagan, "you see my drooping cheer; + Take of me, and welcome, the gold I hand you here, + And ferry a thousand horses and as many knights of pride." + "That will I do never," the ferryman grim replied. + + +LV + + With the word up caught he an oar both broad and long, + And lent the knight a buffet so sturdy and so strong, + That in the boat he brought him at once upon his knee. + Such a boisterous boatman never before met he. + + +LVI + + Yet more the haughty stranger to wrath would he provoke, + So on the head of Hagan a boat-pole next he broke, + The ferryman of Elsy was sure a lusty wight, + Yet naught but loss and ruin got he by all his might. + + +LVII + + The grim knight up starting ended soon the fray; + To the sheath quick gripp'd he wherein his weapon lay. + Off he his head has smitten, and to the bottom thrown. + Soon were the glad tidings to the bold Burgundians known. + + +LVIII + + The boat meanwhile, ere Hagan its master yet had slain, + Had dropp'd into the current; this wrought him mickle pain, + For ere he round could bring it, faint he to wax began, + Yet strongly row'd and stoutly King Gunther's large-limb'd man. + + +LIX + + The brawny stranger turn'd it with many a sturdy stroke, + Till in his grasp o'ermaster'd the oar asunder broke. + He long'd to reach his comrades at a near landing-place, + But oar had ne'er another, so this he join'd apace. + + +LX + + With a shield-thong together (poor cord, but workman good!) + And then adown the river made for a neighboring wood. + There his good lords the warrior found waiting on the strand; + Many a bold knight ran toward him as he drew nigh the land. + + +LXI + + Him well his comrades greeted beside the foamy flood, + But when they saw the shallop reeking all with blood + From that grim wound, that sudden the ferryman did to death, + They put a thousand questions to Hagan in a breath. + + +LXII + + When beheld King Gunther the hot blood, how it ran + About the heaving ferry, thus he straight began. + "Here's a boat, Sir Hagan, but where's the boatman left? + Your sturdy strength, I fear me, the wretch's life hath reft." + + +LXIII + + With lying tongue he answer'd, "The shallop I espied + Fast by a desert meadow, myself the same untied. + I have seen no boatman; this I can truly say; + And harm to none has happen'd by fault of mine to-day." + + +LXIV + + Thereto the bold Burgundian Sir Gernot made reply, + "To-day deep care besets me; many a dear friend must die. + With not a boatman ready to put our people o'er, + 'Twere hard to cross the river; this I must needs deplore." + + +LXV + + Loud then shouted Hagan, "Lay down upon the grass + Our riding-gear, ye yeomen! I recollect I was + On Rhine the best of ferrymen that e'er took oar in hand. + Trust me, I'll put you over safe into Gelfrat's land." + + +XLVI + + To make their passage quicker, the horses in a throng + They drove into the river; these swam so well and strong, + That by the forceful current the warriors lost not one; + A few down lower landed with weary toil foredone. + + +LXVII + + Long and broad and massy was that huge ferry-boat. + Five hundred men and better it all at once could float + With their food and weapons from sounding shore to shore. + That day many a good warrior perforce strain'd at the oar. + + +LXVIII + + Aboard then plac'd the heroes their gold and eke their weed. + The goal of dark destruction they sought with fatal speed. + Hagan was master-boatman; his luckless skill alone + Full many a gallant champion brought to that land unknown. + + +LXIX + + Noble knights a thousand first he ferried o'er, + Thereto his own stout followers; behind still tarried more. + Nine thousand lusty varlets he after brought away. + The hand of him of Trony had little rest that day. + + +LXX + + As the good knight thus deftly was putting o'er his freight, + He thought on the strange warning he had receiv'd so late + From those wise river-ladies with their prophetic breath; + It brought King Gunther's chaplain within a hair of death. + + +LXXI + + By his holy things close seated he found the priest at rest, + With one hand gently leaning above a relique-chest; + But in the grasp of Hagan that help'd him not the least. + Sore wrong perforce he suffer'd, that heaven-forsaken priest. + + +LXXII + + He caught and cast him over sooner than can be told. + Many a voice loud shouted, "Hold, hold, Sir Hagan, hold!" + Wroth at the deed was Giselher, Dame Uta's youngest son, + But hold would not Sir Hagan till the mischief he had done. + + +LXXIII + + Then the bold Burgundian the good Sir Gernot spake, + "What can it boot you, Hagan, the chaplain's life to take? + Had any other done it, he should have rued it straight. + What can thus have mov'd you the holy man to hate?" + + +LXXIV + + Stoutly swam the chaplain; to 'scape ne'er doubted he, + Would any but assist him, but that was not to be; + Stern Hagan, fierce and furious, as close he swam along, + Dash'd him to the bottom, wrong heaping still on wrong. + + +LXXV + + None there but thought it outrage, yet none came to his aid, + Which when he saw, back turning for th' other bank he made; + Though fail'd his strength o'erwearied, yet God's almighty hand + Back bore him through the billows, and brought him safe to land. + + +LXXVI + + There stood the poor clerk shivering, and shook his dripping weed. + By this well knew Sir Hagan that their dark doom decreed, + As those wild mermaids warn'd him, 'twas all in vain to shun. + Thought he, "These hopeful champions must perish every one." + + +LXXVII + + Soon as the bark was emptied, and all the goods it bore + By the three brethren's vassals were safely brought to shore, + Stern Hagan broke it piecemeal and down the current cast; + The good knights star'd upon him, with wonder all aghast. + + +LXXVIII + + "What are you doing, brother?" Dankwart sudden cried, + "How shall we cross the river, when back we have to ride + To the Rhine from Hungary our homes again to see?" + Thereafter Hagan told him, that that was ne'er to be. + + +LXXIX + + Then said the Knight of Trony, "I do it to this end, + That, should a coward among us upon this journey wend, + Who would perchance desert us through heart-appalling fear, + A shameful death may meet him in the wild waters here." + + +LXXX + + Then when the priest saw Hagan the bark in pieces break, + Far o'er the boiling billows to the stern knight he spake. + "What did I to you ever, base murderer," he began, + "That you this day attempted to drown a guiltless man?" + + +LXXXI + + Then answer gave Sir Hagan, "Now of this no more; + I tell you on my honor, Sir Priest, it irks me sore + That thus you have escap'd me; I neither jest nor feign." + "For this God prais'd be ever!" said the poor chaplain. + + +LXXXII + + "I fear you not, assure you, though brought to death so nigh. + Now on with you to Hungary; over the Rhine will I. + God grant you never thither come back, you knight untrue! + So hence with my worst wishes, for what you could not do!" + + +LXXXIII + + With those undaunted squadrons from Burgundy there came + A bold quick-handed champion; Folker was his name. + Whate'er he thought, out-spake he with ready wit and light. + All that was done by Hagan, the minstrel held for right. + + +LXXXIV + + Their steeds were ready saddled; their sumpters loaded too; + Not yet, throughout the journey, had one had cause to rue, + Save only the king's chaplain, the nearly drown'd divine; + He plod must weary homeward, and foot it to the Rhine. + + + + +TWENTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE + +HOW DANKWART SLEW GELFRAT + + +I + + When now were all the warriors debark'd upon the strand, + The king began to question, "Who now can through the land + Direct us, lest we wander through wildering ways unknown?" + Then answer'd valiant Folker, "That task be mine alone." + + +II + + "Now guard you well," said Hagan, "yeoman as well as knight, + And follow friendly counsel, for thus it seems me right; + News know I, sad to utter, and sad alike to learn; + Not one of us shall ever to Burgundy return. + + +III + + "'Twas told me by two mermaids this morn without disguise, + That back should we come never; now hear what I advise. + Take to your arms, ye heroes, and wend your wary way + (Since here we have stout foemen) in battailous array. + + +IV + + "I thought to prove the mermaids, and catch them in a lie, + Who said that we in Hungary were surely doom'd to die, + And that alone the chaplain should come to Rhenish ground, + So him in yonder river I gladly would have drown'd." + + +V + + The woe-denouncing tidings flew quick from rank to rank; + With ashen cheeks the warriors astonied sat and blank, + As on their death they ponder'd by dismal doom decreed, + From that disastrous journey; each shudder'd on his steed. + + +VI + + 'Twas near the town of Moering that they the stream had cross'd; + 'Twas there that Elsy's boatman his luckless life had lost. + Then thus bespake them Hagan, "This morning by the flood + I made me certain enemies, so look for wounds and blood. + + +VII + + "I slew that self-same boatman at early dawn to-day; + By this, all know the story; so buckle to the fray; + If Gelfrat here and Elsy our onward journey cross, + Let it be, Burgundians, to their disgrace and loss. + + +VIII + + "I know them for so valiant that they will ne'er abstain, + So let us pace our horses the slower o'er the plain, + That nobody may fancy we rather flee than ride." + "That counsel will I follow," young Giselher replied. + + +IX + + "But who shall guide our party? This country's strange and lone." + All shouted, "That shall Folker (for well to him are known + The highways and the byways), the hardy minstrel good." + They scarce had breath'd their wishes, when in his armor stood + + +X + + The ever-ready gleeman; his helmet on he bound; + He donn'd in haste his hauberk that brightly flash'd around, + And to his spear-shaft fasten'd a pennon bloody red. + Soon with the kings his masters to a dismal doom he sped. + + +XI + + By this, to valiant Gelfrat his boatman's death was known; + Swift-wing'd are evil tidings; the news as soon had flown + To the redoubted Elsy; sore griev'd thereat were both. + Straight summon'd they their vassals; all gather'd nothing loth; + + +XII + + And I can well assure you, that scarce few hours were past, + Ere, to find the wrong-doers, were pricking fiery fast + A sturdy troop of warriors long prov'd in war before; + In aid of noble Gelfrat seven hundred came or more. + + +XIII + + All for revenge were thirsting, all eager for th' attack, + Their warlike lords were foremost; too hotly in the track + They follow'd of those strangers, and learnt it to their cost. + Many a good friend soon after their valiant leaders lost. + + +XIV + + Hagan the cautious Tronian their hasty counsels marr'd; + How could a warrior better his friends and kinsmen guard? + He took in charge the rearward, and there his men array'd + With his brave brother Dankwart; all with one soul obey'd. + + +XV + + The day had sunk and vanish'd; 'twas gloom and darkness all. + He fear'd lest harm or danger his comrades should befall. + Well marshall'd through Bavaria beneath their shields went they; + Yet in short time their foemen assail'd them by the way. + + +XVI + + On either side the highway, though nothing met their view, + Hoofs heard they frequent trample, and close behind them too. + Then out spoke fearless Dankwart, "Upon us is the foe; + Bind fast your helmets, warriors; prudence would have it so." + + +XVII + + Upon their march they halted, for now they were so nigh, + That bucklers faintly glimmering they through the dark could spy, + Nor longer wish'd Sir Hagan in silence to abide. + "Who hunts us on the highway?" the deep-voiced warrior cried. + + +XVIII + + The stern Bavarian Margrave Gelfrat gave answer back, + "We're seeking out our foemen, and close are on their track. + I know not who among you this morn my boatman slew; + He was a knight of prowess; his loss I surely rue." + + +XIX + + Then answer'd he of Trony, "Was that same ferryman thine? + He would not put us over; the guilt, if guilt, is mine. + I slew him, I confess it, but what besides could I? + Myself first by his fury was all but done to die. + + +XX + + "I offer'd gold and raiment for meed (what could I more?) + Into thy land, Sir Gelfrat, if he'd but put us o'er. + He flew into a fury, and caught me o'er the crown + With a heavy boat-pole, and knock'd me roughly down. + + +XXI + + "I snatch'd my sword in anger; from his wrath I kept my life; + A mortal wound I gave him; this clos'd at once the strife. + Yet such amends I offer as you think just and right." + They hearken'd but to vengeance, burning with scorn and spite. + + +XXII + + "I knew full well," said Gelfrat, "if Gunther pass'd along + This country with his meiny, that we should suffer wrong + At the hands of Hagan; 'scape shall he not to-day; + He did to death the ferryman, and for the deed shall pay." + + +XXIII + + To smite above the bucklers they couch'd their lances straight. + Gelfrat and Hagan both clos'd with eager hate. + Elsy too and Dankwart each bore him like a knight; + Each prov'd the other's manhood; stern and stubborn was the fight. + + +XXIV + + Who better could defend them? who better could assail? + Borne was the stalwart Hagan clean o'er his horse's tail, + And on the grass lay floundering by Gelfrat's sturdy stroke. + In the shock asunder his charger's poeitral broke. + + +XXV + + Then knew he what was fighting; all round the lances crash'd; + From the green Sir Hagan upstarted, unabash'd, + Or rather kindling courage from overthrow so rude. + He turn'd, I ween, on Gelfrat, not in the mildest mood. + + +XXVI + + Who held them both their horses, is more than I can tell. + To the ground the champions were both brought down from selle. + They rush'd upon each other; they mingled sword and shield. + Their comrades to the rescue flock'd round from all the field. + + +XXVII + + However fiercely Hagan on noble Gelfrat sprung, + A huge piece from his buckler (loud with the stroke it rung) + Was hewn by the stout margrave; fire forth in sparkles flew; + The ferryman like to follow was Gunther's liegeman true. + + +XXVIII + + To the valiant Dankwart he shouted loud and high, + "Help, help me, dearest brother, I've just been like to die + By a stout-handed champion; he'll let me ne'er go free." + Thereto replied bold Dankwart, "Then I'll your umpire be." + + +XXIX + + Close to them leapt the hero; nothing more he said; + Once his sword he lifted, down dropp'd Gelfrat dead. + Elsy had fain reveng'd him, but forc'd was he to yield. + He and his fear-struck comrades fled that disastrous field. + + +XXX + + Slain was his valiant brother, himself was wounded sore, + Of his war-practis'd champions eighty the best, or more, + Lay with grim Death companion'd; what then beside could he + But from the men of Gunther with loss and anguish flee? + + +XXXI + + Soon as they of Bavaria gave way through ghastly fear, + Behind them deadly sword-strokes loud ringing you might hear. + So the bold men of Trony held their foes in chase, + Who sought to 'scape the forfeit and ever fled apace. + + +XXXII + + Then Dankwart thus behind them loud shouted o'er the plain, + "Forthwith must we be wending back on our steps again; + So let them fly unfollow'd, each bleeding as he flies, + While we rejoin our comrades; this I in truth advise." + + +XXXIII + + When back had come the warriors to where the fight had been, + Thus spoke the Knight of Trony, "Chiefs, now 'twere fit, I ween, + To reckon up the missing, and learn whom we to-night + Have lost through Gelfrat's anger in this sharp sudden fight." + + +XXXIV + + Four of their friends had perish'd, slight cause had they to plain, + For they had well aveng'd them; on th' other hand were slain + Of the repuls'd Bavarians a hundred men or more, + The shields of the stout Tronians were dimm'd and soak'd with gore. + + +XXXV + + From the clouds a moment broke out the gleaming moon; + "We shall overtake," said Hagan, "our friends and comrades soon; + But none to my good masters speak of this hasty fray; + Let them without suspicion remain till dawn of day." + + +XXXVI + + When those who fought the battle had now rejoin'd the rest, + They found them with long travail exhausted and oppress'd. + "How long have we to journey?" asked many a champion brave. + "Here's neither host nor hostel," was th' answer Dankwart gave, + + +XXXVII + + "You all must until morning ride on as best you can." + Next sent the nimble Folker, the leader of the van, + To ask the noble marshal, "Where shall we lodge the crew + To-night? Where rest the horses and our good masters too?" + + +XXXVIII + + Then answer gave bold Dankwart, "That's more than I can say; + Rest must we ne'er a moment before the dawn of day, + And, wheresoe'er we meet it, lie down upon the green." + To most of those who heard him 'twas heavy news, I ween. + + +XXXIX + + Long time remain'd unnotic'd the stains of bloody red, + Till the fair sun, up rising, his glittering radiance spread + At morn above the mountains; at once the king espied + That they had just been fighting, and full of anger cried, + + +XL + + "How now, friend Hagan? so you, it seems, disdain'd + To have me for your comrade, when thus with blood was stain'd + And dabbled all your hauberks; who put you in that plight?" + Said he, "'Twas done by Elsy; he fell on us last night. + + +XLI + + "To revenge his ferryman this fierce assault he plann'd + There slain was sturdy Gelfrat by my good brother's hand, + And Elsy scarce escap'd us; 'faith he was ill bestead. + We lost but four companions, and he a hundred dead." + + +XLII + + We know not, where that morning the warriors laid them down, + Straight learn'd all the people in country and in town, + That noble Uta's children to court were on their road. + On them a hearty welcome was at Passau soon bestow'd. + + +XLIII + + Well pleas'd was Bishop Pilgrin, the uncle of the queen. + That with so many champions, all cas'd in armor sheen, + His proud Burgundian nephews had come into the land. + Soon, what good will he bore them, he made them understand. + + +XLIV + + Along the roads to lodge them their friends all did their best. + At Passau room was wanting to harbor every guest; + They cross'd perforce the water, where on an open ground + Were hasty tents erected, and rich pavilions pitch'd around. + + +XLV + + They there were forc'd to tarry the space of one whole day, + And eke the night till morning; how well receiv'd were they! + Thence to the land of Rudeger they were to ride anew. + Swift to him the tidings of their coming flew. + + +XLVI + + When the way-weary warriors had ta'en some needful rest, + And now were close approaching the country of their quest, + They found upon the border a man that sleeping lay; + Sir Hagan sprung upon him, and took his sword away. + + +XLVII + + He was call'd Sir Eckewart, that sleep-oppressed knight; + Sore griev'd was he and downcast at his defenceless plight, + Stripp'd of so strong a weapon, and at a stranger's will. + They found the march of Rudeger watch'd and warded ill. + + +XLVIII + + "Woe's me for this dishonor!" the grief-struck warrior cried, + "Alas that the Burgundians e'er hither thought to ride! + Sure, since I lost Sir Siegfried, all joy is flown from me. + Oh, well away, Sir Rudeger, how have I injur'd thee!" + + +XLIX + + Sir Hagan scarcely waited to hear his sorrows through; + He gave him back his weapon, and six red armlets too. + "Take these, Sir Knight, as tokens that thou my friend wilt be: + Thou'rt a bold chief to slumber thus lonely on the lea." + + +L + + "God quit you for your armlets!" Sir Eckewart replied; + "Yet much, I own, it grieves me that to the Huns you ride. + You took the life of Siegfried, all hate you deadly here; + As your true friend I warn you; watch well, and wisely fear." + + +LI + + "Now God watch well and ward us," Hagan gave answer back; + "No care have these good warriors, save for what now they lack, + Fit and convenient quarters; fain would we learn aright + Where we, both kings and subjects, may hope to lodge to-night. + + +LII + + "Our steeds by this long journey are ruin'd past a doubt," + Said the bold warrior Hagan, "our stores are all run out; + Naught's to be had for money; we need (or else we're sped), + Some host, who of his goodness to-night would give us bread." + + +LIII + + Straight Eckewart made answer, "I'll show you such a host, + That scarcely could a better be found in any coast, + Than he, who here, assure ye, your coming fain will greet, + If you be pleas'd, bold strangers, Sir Rudeger to meet. + + +LIV + + "He dwells fast by the highway, and never yet on earth + Was there a host more liberal; his heart gives virtues birth, + As meadows grass and flowerets in the sweet month of May, + To do good knights good service he waxes blithe and gay." + + +LV + + Straight answer'd then King Gunther, "Will you a message take, + So ask my dear friend Rudeger, if he will for my sake + Me and my kinsmen shelter and all this numerous clan? + To serve him ever after I'll do the best I can." + + +LVI + + "Fain will I do your bidding," Eckewart replied. + With good will off he started; well his spurs he plied, + And what he brought to Rudeger he told without delay. + To him no such glad tidings had come for many a day. + + +LVII + + A knight toward Bechlaren spurr'd fast as fast might be; + Rudeger himself discerned him; "On yonder road," said he, + "'Tis Kriemhild's liegeman Eckewart, that rides so hot a pace." + He thought his foes had harm'd him, and held him still in chase. + + +LVIII + + To the gate he hurried; the knight there saw he stand, + Who straight his sword ungirded, and laid it from his hand. + The news that he brought with him he car'd not to withhold + From the host and those about him, but straight his story told. + + +LIX + + He thus bespake the margrave, "A message you I bring + From my good master Gunther, the stout Burgundian king, + And Giselher his brother and noble Gernot too; + Every one of the warriors sends you his service true. + + +LX + + "The same does also Hagan and Folker bold, as well, + With firm entire devotion, and I beside must tell + What from the king's marshal I have too in command, + That need have the good yeomen of lodging at your hand." + + +LXI + + Merrily laugh'd Sir Rudeger as thus he made reply, + "I joy to hear these tidings, that kings so great and high + Deign to request my service; my zeal they soon shall see; + If they my dwelling enter, right happy shall I be." + + +LXII + + "Dankwart the marshal also by me the number sends + Of those, who seek your homestead with your Burgundian friends; + Sixty nimble champions, good knights a thousand too, + And yeomen full nine thousand." Right glad the margrave grew. + + +LXIII + + "In truth I shall be happy," said noble Rudeger, + "To see guests of such worship in my poor dwelling here, + To whom I have but rarely yet render'd service due. + Now ride ye forth to meet them, good friends and kinsmen true." + + +LXIV + + With that in haste they mounted: forth flew squire and knight, + Whate'er their lord commanded, that pass'd with all for right; + The better thus their duties they did when need requir'd. + Yet nothing knew Dame Gotelind, who sat in power retir'd. + + + + +TWENTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE + +RUDEGER'S HOSPITALITY + + +I + + There lingered not the margrave, but straight the ladies sought, + His wife and his fair daughter, and what good news he brought, + By Eckewart deliver'd, told with exulting glee, + How their good lady's brethren their guests were soon to be. + + +II + + "My dearest love and lady," his tale he thus 'gan tell, + "The noble kings approaching receive, as fits them, well, + Since hither they are passing to court with all their clan; + Accord, too, like fair greeting to Hagan, Gunther's man. + + +III + + "With them besides on duty comes one that Dankwart hight; + And yet a third call'd Folker, a well-train'd courtly knight. + These six must you, Dame Gotelind, and you, fair daughter, kiss. + Nor at your hands let any of fitting kindness miss." + + +IV + + That promis'd straight the ladies, and ready all things made. + Large store of goodly raiment forth from the chests they laid, + That they such noble warriors might meet in fit array; + Many a lovely lady bestirr'd herself that day. + + +V + + How little spurious colors on their fresh cheeks were found! + Far-glittering golden fillets about their heads they wound, + And in such gorgeous bondage confin'd their radiant hair, + Lest the light frolic breezes should work disorder there. + + +VI + + So let us leave the ladies in no unpleasing toil. + Meanwhile the friends of Rudeger swift scour'd the sounding soil, + Till, where they found the princes, they made a sudden stand. + The guests were warmly welcom'd to the good margrave's land. + + +VII + + When to his home the margrave saw the Burgundians come, + Exulting thus bespoke he the strangers all and some, + "Welcome, ye lords! right welcome, you and your vassals too. + Here in my land full gladly I see such friends as you." + + +VIII + + The brethren to his greeting their stately heads inclin'd, + To the loving love returning, and kindness to the kind. + Apart he greeted Hagan, whom he had known of old; + The same did he to Folker the minstrel blithe and bold. + + +IX + + Last welcom'd he Sir Dankwart, who thus his host bespake, + "Since you will give us shelter, pray who in charge will take + The train we have brought hither, all in such weary plight?" + Then answer'd him the margrave, "Well will you rest to-night. + + +X + + "My people shall keep safely all you have hither brought, + Silver and steeds and raiment; you need not think of aught. + Be sure, I'll take such order, that loss shall none occur. + You'll not miss all among you as much as half a spur. + + +XI + + "So pitch your tents, ye yeomen, in the field apace; + Whatever here is missing, I'll willingly replace; + Off with bit and saddle--turn loose your weary steeds." + Such a host had rarely supplied the wanderer's needs. + + +XII + + Well pleased were the Burgundians; when all was brought to pass, + The lords rode on together; the yeomen on the grass + Laid them down in clusters; there to repose they fell; + I ween, in all their journey they ne'er had far'd so well. + + +XIII + + And now from forth the castle the noble margravine + Had gone with her fair daughter; beside them there was seen + Many a lovely lady, and many a smiling maid, + All deck'd with store of bracelets, and in bright robes array'd. + + +XIV + + Precious stones were sparkling ever and anon + About their gorgeous raiment; themselves yet brighter shone. + Thither rode up the strangers and lighted instantly. + Ah! what high bearing had they, those chiefs of Burgundy! + + +XV + + Six and thirty maidens and thereto many a dame, + Each fair as wish could sigh for, or busy fancy fame, + Stepp'd forth to greet the strangers with warriors many a one; + Their task by those high ladies with comely grace was done. + + +XVI + + The margravine went forward, and kiss'd the kings all three; + The like too did her daughter; Hagan, the next was he. + Her father bade her kiss him; a glance on him she cast, + And thought he look'd so dreadful, that him she fain had pass'd. + + +XVII + + At length perforce she did it, since so her father said, + Yet could not but change color, now waxing white, now red. + She kiss'd, too, noble Dankwart, and Folker last in place. + For his strength and valor the minstrel gain'd such grace. + + +XVIII + + This done, with gentle gesture the damsel meek and mild + By the hand, yet trembling, took Giselher the child, + Her mother took King Gunther, the bold Burgundian lord. + So with the knights the ladies mov'd thence in blithe accord. + + +XIX + + The host went with Sir Gernot into a spacious hall; + There both chiefs and ladies down sat together all. + Straight to his guests the margrave bade hand good wine around. + Better entertainment knights yet never found. + + +XX + + There many a longing eye-glance from all sides might you see + Bent on the margrave's daughter, so fresh and fair was she. + Many a good knight was breathing for her the secret sigh; + In truth she well deserv'd it; her thoughts were pure and high. + + +XXI + + They mus'd just as it pleas'd them, yet naught could thence befall. + Alike meanwhile were glances cast by the knights in hall + On other dames and damsels, whereof there sat good store. + Soon show'd the noble minstrel what love the host he bore. + + +XXII + + And now at last they sever'd, as custom there requir'd; + Ladies and knights, as fitted, to separate rooms retir'd. + In the broad hall the tables in order straight were set; + There soon the noble strangers all lordly service met. + + +XXIII + + To grace her guests, at table the noble hostess kind + Took place, but left her daughter, as fitted best, behind + Among her blooming maidens, with whom retir'd she sat. + The guests, who joy'd to see her, were little pleas'd with that. + + +XXIV + + With meats and drinks abundant their fill had feasted all; + Then back the lovely ladies were usher'd to the hall; + Nor comely mirth there wanted, nor merriment, nor jest. + The gentle knight Sir Folker there shone above the rest. + + +XXV + + Then out spake to Sir Rudeger that minstrel bold and true, + "High and puissant margrave, God sure has dealt with you + As one whom most He favors, since he so fair a wife + Has given you for a helpmate, and bless'd with joy your life. + + +XXVI + + "If I were a monarch and if a crown I wore," + Said the good knight, "no maiden should be my queen before + Your fair and gentle daughter; my heart's desire I tell; + Lovely is she to look on, high-born and nurtur'd well." + + +XXVII + + Then spake the noble margrave, "What chance could ever bring + To woo my child beloved a proud and puissant king? + My wife and I are exiles, both worn with age and care, + And can give her nothing; what boots then all her fair?" + + +XXVIII + + Thereat the courteous Gernot took up the word and spake, + "If I desir'd a helpmate after my heart to take + None would I ask more gladly than this same modest maid." + Thereupon Sir Hagan in courtly fashion said, + + +XXIX + + "Now fits it my lord Giselher to take a bride, I ween, + And sure so high-descended is the young margravine, + That I and all his vassals would do her homage fain, + If crown'd we were to see her in our Burgundian reign." + + +XXX + + Well pleas'd was good Sir Rudeger Sir Hagan's words to hear, + So, too, was Lady Gotelind; right joyous was her cheer. + Soon so the chiefs contriv'd it, that Giselher, nothing loth, + To wife took the fair maiden, as well beseem'd them both. + + +XXXI + + When once a thing is settled, who further can gainsay? + Forthwith they bade the damsel to court to take her way. + Then for his wife to give him the lovely maid they swore, + Then he too vow'd to cherish and love her evermore. + + +XXXII + + Next dower'd was the fair maiden with castles and with land; + With an oath assurance was giv'n by Gunther's hand, + As well as by Lord Gernot's, that so it should be done. + Then said the noble margrave, "Since castles I have none, + + +XXXIII + + "With you will I forever a faithful friendship hold; + A hundred sumpters' burden of silver and of gold + (No unbefitting portion) I'll give the gentle bride, + So that the bridegroom's warriors may well be satisfied." + + +XXXIV + + Then had the bride and bridegroom within a ring to stand, + For such was then the custom; a merry stripling band + Encircled the fair couple, and gaz'd on them their fill, + And thought the while as idly as think young people still. + + +XXXV + + Now when was ask'd the damsel in homely phrase and plain, + If she would have the warrior, she felt a moment's pain; + Not that she was unwilling to take the stately one; + She blush'd but at the question, as many a maid has done. + + +XXXVI + + Her father Rudeger told her at once to answer, "Yes," + And that she fain would take him. In a trice with tenderness + Young Giselher around her, the shrinking and the coy, + Lock'd his white hands together; alas! how fleeting was their joy! + + +XXXVII + + Then spake again the margrave, "Ye rich and noble kings, + When you, as is the custom, after your revellings + Return by us to Rhineland, I'll give my child to you, + To take her in your party." They promis'd so to do. + + +XXXVIII + + The merry sound of revel was hush'd perforce at last. + With mincing step the maidens forth to their chambers pass'd, + And eke in rest the strangers slept on till break of day. + Then the first meal was ready; none better far'd than they. + + +XXXIX + + Their fast they scarce had broken, when they at once would start + For the realm of Hungary; "You must not thus depart," + Said the good host Sir Rudeger; "awhile here tarry yet, + Such guests and so beloved but seldom have I met." + + +XL + + "That must not be," said Dankwart, "your ruin you design, + Where can you find provisions, bread as well as wine, + If day by day an army is eating up your store?" + Soon as the host had heard him, he said, "Talk thus no more. + + +XLI + + "Nay, thus to refuse me, my dear lords, do not think; + For fourteen days together I'll find you meat and drink, + You and all those about you, your well-appointed train. + Full little of my substance has yet King Etzel ta'en." + + +XLII + + Whate'er excuse they offer'd, there perforce they stay'd + Feasting till the fourth morning; then well their host display'd + His far-renowned bounty, and to his parting guests + Gave without stint for presents proud steeds and gorgeous vests. + + +XLIII + + This now could last no longer; thence must they forward fare. + Little his custom'd bounty did then the margrave spare. + All then was had for asking; that morn denied was none; + All kindness and all honor to every guest was done. + + +XLIV + + And now their noble meiny brought up before the gate + Store of good chargers saddled; thither to swell their state + Flock'd troops of foreign champions, all bearing shield in hand, + All with the Rhenish brethren bound to King Etzel's land. + + +XLV + + The noble host in plenty proffer'd his gifts to all + Before the noble strangers came outside the hall. + With open hand liv'd Rudeger, stout heart, and honor clear; + He now his lovely daughter had given to Giselher. + + +XLVI + + Then gave he valiant Gernot a sword full sharp and bright, + Which soon the bold Burgundian bore manfully in fight. + That so her husband gave it, well pleased the margrave's wife. + Alas! the fatal present cost Rudeger his life. + + +XLVII + + Then to the great King Gunther he gave from out his store + A mailcoat, that with honor the sturdy champion wore. + But seldom could the monarch to take a present brook, + Yet at the hand of Rudeger this with warm thanks he took. + + +XLVIII + + Then Gotelind, as was fitting, offer'd with fair accord + A parting gift to Hagan, that, like the king his lord, + He, too, not empty-handed, to Etzel court might ride, + But he declin'd the present, and to the dame replied, + + +XLIX + + "I ne'er saw ought, fair lady, however rich and rare, + That it would more content me hence as my own to bear, + Than yonder well-form'd buckler that hangs on yonder wall. + To take that shield to Hungary would please me most of all." + + +L + + Soon as the Lady Gotelind heard Hagan's accents deep, + They brought to mind her sorrow; she could not choose but weep. + Then thought she on bold Nudung, by mightier Wittich slain, + And to her wounded bosom the smart return'd again. + + +LI + + Thus she bespake Sir Hagan, "That shield I freely give, + And would to God the warrior among us still did live, + Who bore it erst in battle; dead on the field he lay; + Him must I weep for ever, mourning my life away." + + +LII + + Then from her seat she totter'd; her limbs with anguish shook; + The shield of her lamented in her white hands she took, + And carried it to Hagan; he grasp'd the gift she gave, + Giv'n and receiv'd in honor, and fitting well the brave. + + +LIII + + A veil of glittering samite its varied hues conceal'd; + Never had the daylight shone on a better shield. + With precious stones far-beaming 'twas richly deck'd all o'er. + It could not have been purchas'd for a thousand marks or more. + + +LIV + + So by command of Hagan the shield away was ta'en. + Then came to court Sir Dankwart among the parting train. + To him gave Rudeger's daughter robes richly broider'd o'er, + Which 'midst the Huns thereafter in joyous mood he wore. + + +LV + + Of all the gifts that morning bestow'd on every guest, + Not one by those Burgundians had ever been possess'd, + But by the margrave's bounty, which so by proof they knew. + Soon they became such foemen, that they the giver slew. + + +LVI + + And now the valiant Folker with high-bred courtly grace + Stepp'd forth before Dame Gotelind, and, standing there in place, + His sweetest tones attemper'd and sang his choicest lay, + Ere he from Bechlaren took leave and went his way. + + +LVII + + With that the gentle hostess bade bring a casket near + (Of friendly gifts and bounty and kindness you must hear); + From this she took twelve bracelets, and drew them o'er his hand; + "These you must take, and with you bear hence to Etzel's land, + + +LVIII + + "And for the sake of Gotelind the same at court must wear, + That I may learn, when hither again you all repair, + What service you have done me in yon assembly bright." + The lady's wish thereafter full well perform'd the knight. + + +LIX + + Then the noble margrave his parting guests bespake, + "That you may ride the safer, myself the charge will take + To guide you, lest from robbers you suffer by the road." + With that upon his sumpters in haste was laid their load. + + +LX + + The host he soon was ready with full five hundred men + Well horsed and well apparell'd; them led he merrily then + To the proud feast of Etzel, and they him follow'd fain; + Not one of them came living to Bechlaren back again. + + +LXI + + The host from home departed with many a loving kiss: + The like did also Giselher; his honor counsell'd this. + Each to his beating bosom his trembling lady press'd. + That parting planted sorrow in many a virgin breast. + + +LXII + + All windows in Bechlaren now flew open wide. + Straight would to horse the margrave, and with his warriors ride + I ween, their hearts that moment their coming doom forbode. + Many a dame and many a damsel loud sobb'd as forth they rode. + + +LXIII + + E'en for their best beloved in heart they sorrow'd sore, + For those, whom at Bechlaren they were to see no more. + Yet merrily the champions prick'd along the strand + Downward beside the Danube to reach the Hunnish land. + + +LXIV + + Then thus to the Burgundians out spake the stately knight. + "Rudeger the noble, methinks, it were but right + We should announce we're coming e'en now to Hunnish ground; + More pleasantly no tidings in Etzel's ear will sound." + + +LXV + + Straight adown through Austria he bade a courier ride; + At once among the people 'twas publish'd far and wide, + That coming were the heroes from Worms beyond the Rhine. + Right glad were Etzel's vassals, and those of Etzel's line. + + +LXVI + + With the news the couriers forth gallop'd hastily, + That the Nibelungers were now in Hungary. + "Well should'st thou receive them, Kriemhild, lady mine! + They come to do thee honor, these brethren dear of thine." + + +LXVII + + Dame Kriemhild at a window was standing there to view; + She look'd out for her kinsmen as friend for friends will do. + From her native country saw she many a man. + The king too heard the tidings and for joy to laugh began. + + +LXVIII + + "Now I at last am happy," exclaim'd th' exulting queen; + "Hither are come my kinsmen with many a mailcoat sheen, + And many a new-made buckler; who would for gold endeavor, + Let him my wrongs remember, and I'll befriend him ever. + + +LXIX + + "Yes! I will so contrive it, to take revenge for all + At this same feast of Etzel's (whatever thereafter fall) + On his abhorred body, who so the traitor play'd, + And all my joy so blasted.--I shall be now repaid." + + + + +TWENTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE + +HOW KRIEMHILD RECEIVED HAGAN + + +I + + When now the bold Burgundians had come into the land, + He of Bern soon heard it, the aged Hildebrand; + He told his lord the tidings; sore griev'd it the good knight; + He begged him the stout strangers receive as best they might. + + +II + + Straight to bring up the horses quick Wolfhart order gave; + Then forward prick'd with Dietrich full many a champion brave. + Thence to the field to greet them; as friends to friends they went. + There had they pitch'd all ready full many a gorgeous tent. + + +III + + Them riding thus at distance soon as Sir Hagan spied, + Thus he his courteous counsel unto his lords applied. + "Now every one, ye warriors, down instant from his seat, + And these, who'd bid you welcome, go forth yourselves to meet. + + +IV + + "Well know I yon bright meiny, whom here we have at hand; + They are the choicest warriors; of th' Amelungers' land. + The Lord of Bern rides foremost; high-mettled chiefs are they, + So scorn not what fair service they proffer you to-day." + + +V + + Then down from horse alighted, as fitting was and right, + With the redoubted Dietrich many a good squire and knight. + All to the noble strangers went forward hastily, + And courteously saluted the lords of Burgundy. + + +VI + + Soon as discern'd Sir Dietrich how they to meet him came, + Now you would hear full gladly what words that chief of fame + Spoke to the sons of Uta; their journey griev'd him sore; + The truth, he thought, Sir Rudeger had known and told before. + + +VII + + "Welcome, ye lords, right welcome, Gunther and Gernot true, + And Giselher and Hagan, the like to Folker too, + And ever-ready Dankwart. Do you not understand + That Kriemhild still mourns deeply the Chief of Niblungland?" + + +VIII + + "Why, she will weep forever," Sir Hagan made reply, + "'Tis many a year, Sir Dietrich, since he was done to die. + She now has got King Etzel; of love she cannot lack; + Siegfried is dead and buried, and never can come back." + + +IX + + "Just now let us, I prithee, leave Siegfried's wounds alone," + The Lord of Bern, Sir Dietrich, replied in earnest tone, + "As long as lives Dame Kriemhild there's fear of mortal ill. + Trust of the Nibelungers! watch and be wary still." + + +X + + "Why watch, and why be wary?" the lofty king replied. + "Etzel sent us envoys (what should I ask beside?) + To say, that with our visit he would be well content; + And by them many a message my sister Kriemhild sent." + + +XI + + "To my advice," said Hagan, "I pray you, now give ear. + Entreat our friend Sir Dietrich and his good warriors here, + Of their suspicious tidings the utmost scope to show, + That we may come more fully Dame Kriemhild's mind to know." + + +XII + + Then the three kings, retiring, to separate converse drew, + Gunther and Gernot and good Sir Dietrich, too. + "Now tell us, we beseech thee, right noble Knight of Bern, + How thou hast been able Queen Kriemhild's mind to learn." + + +XIII + + The Lord of Bern thus answer'd, "What have I now to say? + I hear the wife of Etzel every break of day + To the great God of heaven sob out her dreary tale, + And for the loss of Siegfried yet ever weep and wail." + + +XIV + + "What's done can ne'er be undone," spoke out the minstrel bold, + The death-defying Folker, "for all we've just been told. + So to court let's onward, and manfully abide + Whate'er may us stout champions among the Huns betide." + + +XV + + So the bold Burgundians to court thence took their way + After their country's fashion in pomp and proud array. + Many a stout knight of Hungary among the gazers came + To look on Tronian Hagan, and mark his warrior frame. + + +XVI + + Of him among the courtiers were rumors not a few, + That he it was who Siegfried, the Netherlander, slew, + The strongest of all champions, Dame Kriemhild's husband bold. + Hence much was there among them of Hagan ask'd and told. + + +XVII + + Well grown and well compacted was that redoubted guest; + Long were his legs and sinewy, and deep and broad his chest. + His hair, that once was sable, with gray was dash'd of late, + And terrible his visage, and lordly was his gait. + + +XVIII + + And now the bold Burgundians with shelter were supplied. + The knights were lodg'd together, the rest were sunder'd wide. + Through Kriemhild's hate to Gunther was plann'd this subtle train, + That easier in their quarters the yeomen might be slain. + + +XIX + + Dankwart was the marshal, Hagan's brother brave; + The charge of the stout yeomen to him King Gunther gave, + That all might well be tended, and each might have his fill. + The Chief of the Burgundians bore all his train good will. + + +XX + + Kriemhild the lovely with all her meiny went, + Where she the Nibelungers receiv'd with false intent. + She took her brother Giselher and took him by the hand. + That seeing drew Sir Hagan more tight his helmet's band. + + +XXI + + "Sure after such a welcome," thus Hagan sternly spake, + "Methinks for men of action 'twere fitting, thought to take. + Greeting kings and subjects in such a different guise!-- + I fear our journey hither will hardly pass for wise." + + +XXII + + "To those who fain would see you," said Kriemhild, "welcome be; + Look not for friendly greeting for your own sake from me. + But tell me what you've brought me from Worms beyond the Rhine, + That you so warm a welcome should find from me or mine." + + +XXIII + + "Why these words, my lady?" said Hagan, "what's their drift? + That all these knights from Rhineland should bring you each a gift? + I knew you were so wealthy, and liv'd so royally, + I need not bring you presents as far as Hungary. + + +XXIV + + "Then with this one plain question your memory I must goad. + The Nibelungers' treasure--where have you that bestow'd? + That was my own possession as well you understand. + 'Twas that you should have brought me hither to Etzel's land." + + +XXV + + "I' faith, my lady Kriemhild, 'tis now full many a day + Since in my power the treasure of the Nibelungers lay. + In the Rhine my lords bade sink it; I did their bidding fain, + And in the Rhine, I warrant, till doomsday 'twill remain." + + +XXVI + + Then thus the queen made answer, "That was just what I thought. + Little of it, ay, little have you hither brought, + Though 'twas my own, unquestion'd to keep or give away. + I've had for it much sorrow and many a dreary day." + + +XXVII + + "The devil a hoard I bring you," said Hagan, the stern knight; + "I've quite enough to carry in my mailcoat bright + And in my trusty buckler; my hand must wield the sword, + My head support the helmet;--how could I bring your hoard?" + + +XXVIII + + "Think not I stir this matter because for gold I care; + To give have I such plenty, your gifts I well can spare. + One murder and two robberies! I have been beggar'd thrice + For these to the last farthing poor I demand the price." + + +XXIX + + Then the Queen of Hungary bespake the warriors all; + "No weapons may be carried, ye knights, into the hall. + I'll have them kept in safety, so give them up to me." + "In truth," replied Sir Hagan, "that shall never be. + + +XXX + + "I long not for the honor that a queen so great and fair + My shield and other armor should to my quarters bear. + Not so my father taught me; ever of old said he, + Let none but thou, son Hagan, thy armor-bearer be." + + +XXXI + + "Oh! woe is me unhappy," burst Dame Kriemhild out, + "My brethren here and Hagan, why should they shrink and doubt? + Not trust me with their bucklers?--they have been warn'd, I see; + If I but knew who did it, death should be his fee." + + +XXXII + + Thereto, inflam'd with anger, return'd Sir Dietrich brave, + "'Twas I that the warning to the noble princes gave, + And to their liegeman Hagan, to whom such hate thou bear'st. + Now up, she-fiend! be doing, and harm me if thou dar'st!" + + +XXXIII + + Deep blush'd the wife of Etzel for anger and for shame; + Much she fear'd Sir Dietrich, that vengeance-breathing dame; + Nor word she spake, but, turning, with many a sharp, quick glance + Ever as thence she parted glared on her foes askance. + + +XXXIV + + Then two clasp'd hands as frankly as brother does with brother; + The one was good Sir Dietrich, Sir Hagan was the other. + Then spoke the lofty Berner with courteous words and true; + "In sooth your coming hither right bitterly I rue, + + +XXXV + + "Through that which with such malice the vengeful queen let fall." + Straight answered he of Trony, "'Faith, there's a cure for all." + Such words unto his fellow spoke either mighty man. + King Etzel had observ'd them, and thus to ask began. + + +XXXVI + + "Fain would I learn," said Etzel, "if any here can tell, + Who is that champion yonder, whom Dietrich greets so well. + He is a man of mettle as I can guess by sight; + Whoever is his father, sure he's a peerless knight." + + +XXXVII + + Then spake a man of Kriemhild's, "I'll tell you all I can. + That knight was born at Trony, his sire was Aldrian. + Though now he plays the courtier, he is a champion stern. + That I've not lied unto you, Sir King, you soon may learn." + + +XXXVIII + + "That he's so stern a champion, how can I ever see?" + Of all the craft and cunning nothing yet knew he, + Wherewith about her kinsmen the queen her toils had wound, + That not a soul among them came back from Hunnish ground. + + +XXXIX + + "Well knew I once good Aldrian; my man was he of yore. + With me much praise and honor obtain'd he heretofore; + 'Twas I, a knight who dubb'd him, and gave him of my gold. + I could not but befriend him for true was he and bold. + + +XL + + "So all that touches Hagan, I've known for many a year. + Of old two noble children my hostages were here, + He and the Spaniard Walter; here each grew up to man. + At last I sent home Hagan; Walter off with Hildgund ran." + + +XLI + + So thought the king with pleasure on what had happ'd of yore. + His former friend of Trony he gladly saw once more, + Who with high deeds of knighthood in youth had serv'd his ends, + But in age spread wide destruction among his dearest friends. + + + + +TWENTY-NINTH ADVENTURE + +HOW HAGAN REFUSED TO RISE TO KRIEMHILD + + +I + + Then parted the bold couple, both hardy knights and stern, + Hagan the chief of Trony, and Dietrich lord of Bern. + Then, looking o'er his shoulder, King Gunther's liegeman eyed + The crowd to find a comrade, whom in a trice he spied. + + +II + + Folker, the skilful minstrel, he saw by Giselher stand, + And pray'd him to come with him apart from all the band, + For well he knew his fierceness and danger-daring mood. + He was a knight in all things of dauntless hardihood. + + +III + + They left the lords assembled where in the court they stood; + Alone retir'd this couple of hardy knights and good, + And cross'd the court far distant, and reach'd a palace fair. + Of hostile spite or outrage naught reck'd the peerless pair. + + +IV + + Before the house down sat they upon a bench hard by, + Facing a hall of Kriemhild's; a fairer ne'er met eye. + Bright from their stately persons their glittering armor shone. + Each knight would fain have known them of all who there look'd on. + + +V + + As on wild beasts, grim rangers of wood or dreary wold, + The whispering Huns at distance gaz'd on the champions bold. + Queen Kriemhild from a window espied them thus apart, + And a frown o'ercast her beauty, and passion shook her heart. + + +VI + + She thought on all her sorrows, and straight began to weep. + There many a man of Etzel's stood lost in wonder deep. + All ask'd, what so disturb'd her, and chang'd her cheer anew. + "Hagan," she answer'd, "Hagan, ye warriors bold and true!" + + +VII + + Thus they bespake their lady, "How can this have been? + But now we saw you merry and blithe of mood, fair queen. + How bold soe'er the warrior who has wrong'd King Etzel's wife, + Give but the word of vengeance and cost shall it his life." + + +VIII + + "Thanks, warriors, thanks for ever! on him who wreaks my woe, + All that he can ask for straight will I bestow. + At your feet I throw me," sobbing thus she spake, + "Revenge me on this Hagan, and slay him for my sake." + + +IX + + Straight ready made for mischief sixty men of might; + Instant would they have hasten'd in fair Kriemhild's right + To take the life of Hagan, that redoubted one, + And of the fearless gleeman; with forethought all was done. + + +X + + But when the queen survey'd them, and found the band so few, + Thus she, amidst her fury, bespake her friends anew. + "Be still awhile, ye warriors! your martial mood restrain; + Ne'er can a troop so scanty stern Hagan's might sustain. + + +XI + + "Strong is the Knight of Trony, and oft in battle tried, + But stronger yet the warrior who sits him there beside, + Folker, the valiant gleeman; he is a dangerous man. + Attack them not so rashly; first muster all you can." + + +XII + + They hearken'd to her warning; then many more came on, + Till round her knights four hundred in burnish'd armor shone. + The furious queen was longing her rage on both to sate; + Thence came the chiefs soon after to stand in deadly strait. + + +XIII + + When so she saw her meiny each in his harness stand, + Thus she sternly smiling bespake th' impatient band. + "Wait yet, my friends, a moment, ere with yon pair you close; + My crown upon my temples will I confront my foes. + + +XIV + + "First hear, and from the doer, whose hand my heart has torn, + The wrongs, that I from Hagan, my brother's man, have borne, + I know him for so haughty, that out he'll speak them all; + And I too care as little what thence on him may fall." + + +XV + + When that redoubted minstrel, who kept good watch, I ween, + Descending swift a staircase beheld the noble queen, + And thence beyond the threshold--when he this espied + In a trice bespake he his comrade by his side. + + +XVI + + "Look there! look there! friend Hagan! how hither there she hies, + Who to this land has drawn us with friendly seeming lies! + Queen yet saw I never begirt with such a band, + Each marching as to battle with naked sword in hand. + + +XVII + + "Know you that here, friend Hagan, you're hated bitterly? + So keep you all the better from force or treachery; + Look to your life and honor; this is what I advise; + They're coming on in anger if rightly I surmise. + + +XVIII + + "And many there are among them so broad across the chest-- + If we are to defend us, 'tis time to do our best. + Each about his body a shining mailcoat wears, + But whom therewith they threaten, not a tongue declares." + + +XIX + + Thereto in wrath Sir Hagan gave answer stern and proud, + "Well know I wherefore musters yon armor-bearing crowd; + 'Gainst me they gird the hauberk and wave the sword on high, + Yet back again to Rhineland in spite of them will I. + + +XX + + "Tell me now, friend Folker, will you stand me by, + If these men of Kriemhild's would my mettle try? + Show me, if you love me, faithful friend and true! + And when you need my service I'll do as much for you." + + +XXI + + "To death will I stand by you," the minstrel answer made, + "Though came the king against us with all his knights to aid. + As long as life is in me, to fight I will not slack, + Nor from your side for terror one foot will I give back." + + +XXII + + "Now God in heaven requite you, good friend in danger tried! + Let them come on, and welcome; what can I need beside! + If Folker is my second, as I rejoice to hear. + Yon knights, methinks, will ponder before they venture near." + + +XXIII + + "To rise would now become us," the gleeman straight replied, + "She is a king's companion, and nobly born beside. + As a queen and a lady, such honor is her due. + By fitly doing honor we both shall gain it too." + + +XXIV + + "Nay, as you love me, Folker," said Hagan, "do not so. + Were we to rise an instant in face of yonder foe, + They'd fancy we were flinching, and that through fear 'twere done. + Here will I sit before them, and rise will I for none. + + +XXV + + "Sure it becomes us better here as we are to wait. + How can I ever honor who bears me deadly hate? + That will I do never as long as I have life. + I care not, I, a tittle for the wrath of Etzel's wife." + + +XXVI + + Across his legs his broadsword o'erweening Hagan laid, + A keen well-temper'd weapon; on the pummel fair display'd + A beaming precious jasper, greener than grass, it bore. + At a glance did Kriemhild know it for that which Siegfried wore. + + +XXVII + + At the sight she started; nigh her senses fled; + Golden was the handle, the scabbard trimm'd with red; + It brought back all her sorrow; her tears began to flow. + For that, I ween, had Hagan laid out the weapon so. + + +XXVIII + + On the bench beside him Folker the swift and strong + A fiddlestick grasp'd closer, massy and broad and long, + As sharp as any razor, much like a battle-blade. + There sat the lofty couple unmov'd and undismay'd. + + +XXIX + + So proud they felt together that pair of champions bold, + That rise would they never for one of mortal mould. + Straight up to them went Kriemhild, scarce deigning to bestow + The stern contemptuous greeting that foe accords to foe. + + +XXX + + Said she, "Now say, Sir Hagan, who has sent for you, + That you have dar'd hither to come with yonder crew? + And yet you must remember all you have done to me. + Had you been in your senses, you'd sure have let it be." + + +XXXI + + "'Tis true," straight answer'd Hagan, "no one sent for me. + To this land were invited royal brethren three; + My lords are those three brethren, and their man am I, + And courts they seldom visit but Hagan must be by." + + +XXXII + + Said she, "Now tell me further, why did you that ill deed, + That my undying hatred has won you, fitting meed? + 'Twas you that did Sir Siegfried, my noble husband, slay, + For whom must I for ever weep to my dying day." + + +XXXIII + + Said he, "Why question further? That were a waste of breath. + In a word, I am e'en Hagan, who Siegfried did to death. + How dearly paid the warrior, the best good knights among, + For all fair Brunhild suffer'd from Lady Kriemhild's tongue! + + +XXXIV + + "What I have done, proud princess, I never will deny. + The cause of all the mischief, the wrong, the loss, am I. + So now, or man, or woman, revenge it who so will; + I scorn to speak a falsehood, I've done you grievous ill." + + +XXXV + + Said she, "You hear it, warriors, how he confesses all, + All the wrong he did me; what thence may him befall, + To me it nothing matters, ye knights, King Etzel's best!" + The haughty Huns stood doubting, and each look'd on the rest. + + +XXXVI + + Whate'er had then befallen, had once the strife begun, + Sure had those two companions the palm of knighthood won; + Well had they prov'd their valor in many a field before. + The Huns their high adventure perforce through fear gave o'er. + + +XXXVII + + Thus spake one of the warriors, "Why look ye so on me? + From this foolish promise at once I'll set me free. + No gifts shall ever move me to lose my precious life. + The queen misleads us merely; trust not King Etzel's wife." + + +XXXVIII + + "Ay, friend!" rejoin'd another, "I'm in the self-same case; + Yonder large-lim'b minstrel never would I face, + No, not if one would give me whole towers of good red gold. + Mark his sharp, quick glances; he's wary as he's bold. + + +XXXIX + + "Well know I, too, Sir Hagan, e'en from his youthful days, + And so can well give credence when others speak his praise. + In two and twenty battles I've seen him sway the strife; + That arm of his, believe me, has widow'd many a wife. + + +XL + + "He and the valiant Spaniard many an adventure sought + While here they dwelt with Etzel, and many a battle fought + To the king's boot and glory; full oft they prov'd their might; + All tongues must so much honor yield Hagan as his right. + + +XLI + + "Yet then the hardy warrior in years was but a child; + Now are they grave and grizzled who then were raw and wild. + Now is he proved in counsel, a champion stern and strong, + And eke wears trusty Balmung, which erst he gain'd by wrong." + + +XLII + + Thus 'twas at once decided, and struck was not a blow. + Sore irk'd it angry Kriemhild; her heart was wrung with woe. + Thence back the knights departed, each fearing to be sped + By that redoubted couple; good cause had they for dread. + + +XLIII + + Then spoke the valiant gleeman, "We now have seen too clear, + As we were told by Dietrich, that foes beset us here. + Best to court hence hurry, and with the kings unite; + Then none against our masters will dare provoke the fight." + + +XLIV + + How oft does the faint waverer let slip the lucky hour, + While friend by friend firm standing confronts the deadliest store. + Be they but bold and ready! no charm 'gainst sword and dart + Like that which smith ne'er temper'd, wise head and fearless heart. + + +XLV + + "Lead on then," answer'd Hagan, "I'll follow close behind." + They went, where yet the warriors they were in time to find + In the court still waiting, girt by a glittering crowd. + Thereat the dauntless Folker cried to his lords aloud, + + +XLVI + + "Noble Burgundian princes! how long here will you stay + In all this crowd and pressure? better to court away, + And learn the mind of Etzel from his own proper tongue." + Then each chose his companion the well-prov'd knights among. + + +XLVII + + The Prince of Bern, Sir Dietrich, took friendly by the hand + Gunther the puissant ruler of Burgundy's fair land, + Irnfried went pair'd with Gernot the knight devoid of fear, + And to court strode Rudeger with youthful Giselher. + + +XLVIII + + Howe'er the rest were coupled, as mov'd to court the train, + Folker and Hagan they parted ne'er again, + Save in one mortal struggle, e'en to their dying hour. + That strife high dames lamented each in her widow'd bower. + + +XLIX + + So on to court mov'd slowly the kings in royal state, + Their train a thousand nobles proud on such lords to wait; + With them were sixty champions, the flower of all contest, + Whom in his land Sir Hagan had chosen for the best. + + +L + + Hawart and Iring, of knighthood each the pride, + With the royal brethren mov'd softly side by side; + Dankwart and Wolfhart, a valiant hardy knight, + Display'd their courteous bearing in each beholder's sight. + + +LI + + Soon as the Lord of Rhineland had come within the door, + The mighty monarch Etzel could keep his seat no more. + At the first glimpse of Gunther up you might see him spring, + And welcome him as warmly as king did ever king. + + +LII + + "Sir Gunther, welcome hither! welcome Sir Gernot too, + And your fair brother Giselher; my faithful service true + I sent you, as befitted, to Worms beyond the Rhine. + Your friends, too, all are welcome alike to me and mine. + + +LIII + + "And you, bold pair, trice welcome, whom I together view, + Danger-defying Folker, and peerless Hagan too, + To me and to my lady; she'll see you nothing loath. + She many a friendly message to Rhine has sent for both." + + +LIV + + Then said the Knight of Trony, "Such oft have reach'd my ear + And, had I not come hither to serve my lieges dear, + I fain, to do you honor, had ridd'n into this land." + His guests then noble Etzel took friendly by the hand. + + +LV + + Straight to the seat he led them where he had just been sitting; + Then to the guests were handed with grave and zeal befitting + Mead, morat, wine, successive, in golden goblets bright, + And each the noble strangers welcom'd as best he might. + + +LVI + + Then thus resum'd King Etzel, "I will confess to all, + That in this world could nothing so to my wish befall + As your arrival hither; besides, this happy day + Has to my queen giv'n comfort, and charm'd her griefs away. + + +LVII + + "Before, I own, I wonder'd what wrong I could have wrought, + That, while in crowds my table guests of high lineage sought, + You ne'er had ridden hither, as though from some annoy, + But now that here I see you my wonder's lost in joy." + + +LVIII + + The lofty-minded Rudeger thereto this answer gave, + "Well may you joy to see them; they're good and true as brave. + The kinsmen of my lady all honor's lore are taught; + They many a stately warrior have to your dwelling brought." + + +LIX + + 'Twas an eve of fair midsummer when the lords of Rhineland came + To the court of mighty Etzel, and seldom chiefs of fame + Met so warm a welcome as was on these bestow'd. + 'Twas now the hour of revel: the king with them to table strode. + + +LX + + Host with guest together ne'er merrier took his seat. + They gave them in abundance alike of drink and meat. + Whate'er they wish'd or fancied was brought in plenteous store. + Great wonders of the warriors had oft been told before. + + +LXI + + Etzel, the mighty monarch, had on th' Hungarian soil + Uprais'd a spacious fabric with mickle cost and toil, + Palaces and turrets within a fortress wide, + And chambers without number, and a splendid hall beside. + + +LXII + + Long, high and wide had Etzel uprear'd this gorgeous frame, + For that to him such numbers of trooping champions came; + Beside his other courtiers, twelve kings that sceptres bore; + And crowds of worthy warriors had he at all times more + + +LXIII + + Than king had e'er assembled, as I for truth have found. + He lived in mirth and honor with his kin and men around. + The shouting and the pressing of knights from far and wide + Had the good prince ever about him; he thus the world defied. + + + + +THIRTIETH ADVENTURE + +HOW THE KNIGHTS KEPT WATCH + + +I + + The day it now was ended, the night was near at hand; + Deep care was now besetting the travel-tainted band, + When they should take their slumber; for rest they sorely yearn'd. + That question put Sir Hagan, and answer soon return'd. + + +II + + To th' host thus spake King Gunther, "God grant, you long may live! + Fain would we now repose us; such leave, I pray you, give. + If so you wish, to-morrow we'll come at break of day." + The host dismiss'd them gladly, and all went each his way. + + +III + + Sore throng'd were then the strangers, such crowds to see them ran; + Thereat the valiant Folker thus to the Huns began. + "How dare you crowd and press us, ill-train'd, unnurtur'd crew? + Give place, or you'll discover 'twill be the worse for you. + + +IV + + "My fiddlestick's no feather; on whom I let it fall, + If he has friends that love him, 'twill set them weeping all. + Make way then for us warriors, for so it seems me right. + We're equals all in knighthood, not so in mood and might." + + +V + + While thus in wrath the minstrel reprov'd the jostling crowd, + Hagan, who had gone forward, look'd back and cried aloud, + "List to the valiant gleeman; he gives you good advice; + To your quarters, knights of Kriemhild! Let us not warn you twice. + + +VI + + "Your malice lacks performance; e'en now, methinks, you doubt; + So, if you would aught with us, by daylight seek us out, + And, for this night, to slumber leave us wayfarers free. + Never, I ween, did warriors so long for it as we." + + +VII + + Then led were the bold strangers thence to a spacious hall. + For rest as for convenience they found it furnish'd all + With beds, long, broad and sumptuous, arrang'd throughout the room, + Dame Kriemhild still was plotting their bale and deadly doom. + + +VIII + + Many a fine quilt from Arras you might see glittering there + Of stuff most rich and precious, and many a tester fair + Of silk from far Arabia the best that could be found, + And thereupon were borders that bright shone wide around. + + +IX + + And coverlets in order were laid of ermine white, + And others of dark sable, whereunder every knight + Should pass the hours in slumber e'en to the dawning day. + A king with his attendants ne'er in such splendor lay. + + +X + + "Alas for these night quarters!" the youthful Giselher cried! + "Alas for our good comrades who 'midst the Huns abide! + However kind the message that from my sister sped, + I fear, through her devices we all shall soon lie dead." + + +XI + + "Now think not of such danger," the dauntless Hagan spake, + "Myself this night about you the sentry's charge will take. + I'll keep you safe, believe me, e'en to the dawn of day. + For so long fear for nothing; then turn his doom who may." + + +XII + + They bow'd to the good champion, and thank'd him, as was due, + Then to the beds betook them, nor many moments flew + Ere stretch'd upon his pallet was every mighty man. + Hagan the wakeful sentry to don his arms began. + + +XIII + + Thereat the good Knight Folker, the valiant minstrel, spake, + "If you'll not scorn it, Hagan, I'd fain your watch partake + This night, till early morning bring us both relief." + Right cordially Sir Hagan thus thank'd the friendly chief: + + +XIV + + "Now God in heaven reward you, Folker, dear friend and true. + For ne'er another comrade I long, but only you, + What strait soe'er beset me; I'm yours to my last breath, + And well will I requite you, if hinder'd not by death." + + +XV + + With that his glittering hauberk each girt his waist about, + Each grasp'd in hand his buckler, and straight, with courage stout + From the house forth issuing, took post outside the door, + And there with faith and manhood still watch'd their comrades o'er. + + +XVI + + The swift-footed minstrel scarce had he left the hall, + Ere he his good buckler set down against the wall, + And back hurried thither; his viol he took in hand, + And with it as became him charm'd the way-wearied band. + + +XVII + + Upon the stone he sat him beneath the palace door; + Minstrel more undaunted viol ne'er struck before; + He struck the strings so sweetly ever as he play'd, + That the meed of thanks to Folker each haughty stranger paid. + + +XVIII + + The house it all re-echoed, he struck so loud and shrill; + The minstrel's strength was matchless, nor less the minstrel's skill. + Sweeter anon and softer when he to play began, + On the beds he steep'd in slumber many a care-harrow'd man. + + +XIX + + When they in sleep were buried, and this by proof he knew, + Once more in hand his buckler grasp'd the champion true, + And, from the room forth stalking, before the tower he stepp'd, + And so the slumbering strangers from the men of Kriemhild kept. + + +XX + + 'Twas of the night the middle, or something earlier yet, + When the bright gleam of helmets the glance of Folker met + At distance through the darkness; 'twas Kriemhild's street-clad train, + To do the guests a mischief all hastening on amain. + + +XXI + + Ere thither had Queen Kriemhild these warriors darkling sent, + She said, "For heaven's sake listen to this my fix'd intent. + Harm none of yonder sleepers, but one whom I detest, + The faithless murderer Hagan; slay him and spare the rest." + + +XXII + + Then spake the fearless gleeman, "Friend Hagan, we must bear + (As fits us) like true comrades the wakeful warder's care. + Before the house discern I a band of men in mail, + Who, as I think, will instant our wary watch assail." + + +XXIII + + "Hush, hush," quick answer'd Hagan, "let them yet nearer steal; + Before they can espy us, they shall our weapons feel. + Our hands thus many a headpiece shall sudden split in twain, + And send them hence with sorrow to Kriemhild back again." + + +XXIV + + One of the Hunnish champions in a trice espied + That the door was guarded; how at once he cried, + "This plan of ours, my comrades, we must straight give o'er; + I see the minstrel standing on guard the hall before. + + +XXV + + "Look how his helmet glitters! 'tis not more bright than stout, + To dint of steel impassive, and temper'd well throughout; + His mail like fire is glowing; by him stands Hagan too; + The guests may sleep in safety with guards so stout and true." + + +XXVI + + Back at once they hasted; when Folker this espied, + To his valiant partner in sudden wrath he cried, + "Now let me hence, friend Hagan, after yonder crew. + Fain would I to the skulkers a question put or two." + + +XXVII + + "No! for my sake," said Hagan, "'twould to our loss redound; + If but this post you quitted, they all would flock you round, + And bring you to such peril if once they hemm'd you in, + That I should fly to help you; then ill would fare my kin; + + +XXVIII + + "For while we two were fighting, and both in dubious case, + Three or four of yonder cowards might in a moment's space + Rush into the chamber, and on the sleepers set, + And do them all such mischief as we could ne'er forget." + + +XXIX + + "Yet this at least allow me," the minstrel-knight replied, + "Let's show the men of Kriemhild, we have their steps espied, + That this to-morrow morning may be denied by none, + That they a shameful treason would willingly have done." + + +XXX + + With that behind them Folker sent forth a lusty shout, + "How now, ye men of Kriemhild? Why walk ye, arm'd, about? + For murder or for robbery is it that ye ride? + My friend and I would help you, come take us on your side." + + +XXXI + + Not a tongue gave answer; wroth was the good knight; + "Fie! Ye bloody dastards!" he cried with all his might. + "So you would us have murder'd, sleeping, every one! + On such good knights has rarely so foul a deed been done." + + +XXXII + + Full soon unto Queen Kriemhild the sorry tidings came, + That her men had compass'd nothing; it set her heart on flame. + Another course she ventur'd, festering with fell despite, + That brought death and destruction on many a hapless knight. + + + + +THIRTY-FIRST ADVENTURE + +HOW THE KNIGHTS WENT TO CHURCH + + +I + + "So cold I feel my hauberk," the minstrel said at last, + "The night, I ween, friend Hagan, must needs be waning fast. + The nipping air assures me that close at hand is day." + Then wak'd they of their comrades who yet in slumber lay. + + +II + + Then broke the gleam of morning on those within the hall. + Straight began Sir Hagan to rouse the warriors all, + If they would to the minster the early mass to hear. + Meanwhile in Christian fashion the bells were ringing clear. + + +III + + The chants were so discordant, thereby you well might see, + That Christian men and heathen together ill agree. + The valiant men of Gunther would thence to church away. + From their beds they started; little linger'd they. + + +IV + + With that at once they laced them all in such gorgeous vests, + That into no king's country had ever knightly guests + Brought weed more fair and costly; ill did it Hagan please; + "Here," said he, "are fitting for other clothes than these. + + +V + + "My friends, what toils beset us, you all well understand; + So for the rose, ye warriors, take the good sword in hand, + And for the cap of jewels the morion beaming bright. + Remember what fell Kriemhild devis'd but yesternight. + + +VI + + "To-day must we do battle, so I bid you well beware; + For the soft silken tunic the clashing hauberk wear, + And for the sumptuous mantle the buckler stout and wide, + That, when they rage against ye, the brunt you well may bide. + + +VII + + "Give ear, my dearest masters, my kin and comrades too, + Go to the church, and welcome, it fits you so to do, + And wail to God in heaven your need, while you have breath, + And know ye this for certain, that at our heels is death. + + +VIII + + "Forget not then, moreover, if aught ye ill have done, + And fervently for pardon pray, every mother's son; + For this I warn you, warriors, nor hold these words for vain, + Ne'er, but God show you mercy, mass will ye hear again." + + +IX + + Then went they to the minster, the princes and their band. + Just at the holy churchyard bold Hagan bade them stand, + And keep all well together, and thus bespake the crew. + "Who knows, to us Burgundians what yonder Huns may do? + + +X + + "Take heed, my friends, your bucklers bring down before your feet, + And, if a soul our party in hostile guise should greet, + Requite him with a death-stroke; so seems to Hagan right, + So doing, will each among us be found as fits a knight." + + +XI + + Folker then and Hagan both together went + And stood before the minster; 'twas done with this intent, + That they might see if Kriemhild would stir the slumbering feud + Passing contemptuous by them; right stern were both of mood. + + +XII + + And now came on King Etzel and eke his lady fair, + Both, as their state befitted, in garments rich and rare, + With crowds of knights all ready to do their high commands. + Uprose the dust to heaven from Kriemhild's trampling bands; + + +XIII + + When the king, advancing, so arm'd to point espied + The kings and their bold vassals, how quick to them he cried, + "What's this? my friends in armor marching thus along? + In sooth, 'twould sore afflict me if they have suffer'd wrong. + + +XIV + + "Amends I'll make, and gladly, as shall to them seem right; + If any have put on them affront or foul despite, + I'll show them, that such outrage I also inly rue, + And all that they demand me, I ready am to do." + + +XV + + Then Hagan thus made answer, "Naught has to us been done; + But my lords have a custom, till three whole days be run, + When royal feasts they visit, their warlike arms to wear; + All wrong that may be done us, to Etzel we'll declare." + + +XVI + + Right well heard Lady Kriemhild what Trony's knight replied. + How bitterly the warrior under her lids she eyed! + Yet, though the truth well knowing as a Burgundian dame, + She would not to her husband her country's use proclaim. + + +XVII + + How deep soe'er and deadly the hate she bore her kin + Still, had the truth by any disclos'd to Etzel been, + He had at once prevented what afterward befell. + Through proud contemptuous courage they scorn'd their wrongs to tell. + + +XVIII + + Then on went haughty Kriemhild girt with a mighty crowd, + Yet swerve would not before her that pair of champions proud + So much as e'en two hands'-breadth; that gall'd th' Hungarians sore. + Perforce they press'd and jostled with the warriors through the door. + + +XIX + + The chamberlains of Etzel therewith were ill content; + They had straight the haughty strangers defied as in they went; + But that they fear'd to do so their monarch's eyes before; + Pressing enough and jostling there was, but nothing more. + + +XX + + When serv'd was God as fitted, and thence would every one, + Straight into the saddle leapt many a warlike Hun; + The while around fair Kriemhild many a bright maid was seen, + And full seven thousand champions begirt the stately queen. + + +XXI + + Queen Kriemhild and her ladies now at the windows sat + With the wide-ruling Etzel; well pleas'd was he with that. + They would survey the tourney where knights their prowess show'd + Ah! what stranger warriors in the court before them rode! + + +XXII + + Thither too the marshal was with the yeomen come; + The redoubted Dankwart had muster'd, all and some, + The followers of his master, the flower of Rhenish ground. + For the bold Nibelungers well-saddled steeds were found. + + +XXIII + + Thither the kings came riding and with them many a man, + When the good minstrel Folker to counsel this began, + That they should joust together each in his country's mode. + Thereafter in the tourney the chiefs full knightly rode. + + +XXIV + + What so the warrior counsell'd gave all who heard content. + A mighty press and clatter uprose incontinent. + Into the court's broad circuit prick'd many a mighty man. + King Etzel and Queen Kriemhild now to look on began. + + +XXV + + There came into the tourney six hundred warriors fleet, + Retainers of Sir Dietrich, the stranger knights to meet. + With the bold Burgundians they long'd a course to run. + Had Dietrich but permitted fain would they so have done. + + +XXVI + + Ah! what good knights among them rein'd the proud battle-steed! + To their good lord Sir Dietrich the news was brought with speed + With Gunther's knights forbade he his knights a lance to cross, + Naught from such game forboding but grief and deadly loss. + + +XXVII + + When now from out the tilt-yard the men of Bern were gone, + Sir Rudeger's retainers before the hall came on, + Five hundred from Bechlaren with shields and armor gay. + Well had it pleas'd the margrave had they been far away. + + +XXVIII + + Then he rode in his wisdom up to the muster'd band, + And earnestly bespake them, and gave to understand, + That Gunther's men were sullen and all on mischief bent; + If they would quit the tourney, 'twould give him much content. + + +XXIX + + When thence were now departed the margrave's warriors bold, + Then came the men of Thueringen, as has to us been told, + And from the realm of Denmark a thousand proud and high. + Then from the crashing lances were seen the shivers fly. + + +XXX + + Irnfried then and Hawart into the tourney rode. + Proudly the bold Burgundians their sturdy brunt abode. + The noble knights of Thueringen they met in many a joust, + And many a glittering buckler pierc'd through with many a thrust. + + +XXXI + + Sir Bloedel with three thousand rode forward frank and free; + By Etzel and by Kriemhild full well observ'd was he; + Before them both, his tilting perform'd each gallant knight; + Through hate to the Burgundians it gave the queen delight. + + +XXXII + + She ponder'd thus in secret (as nigh to pass it came), + "Should they by chance hurt any, at once this gentle game + Would turn to bloody earnest; then I on these my foes + Should be reveng'd for ever, and quit of all my woes." + + +XXXIII + + Schrutan and stout Gibek into the tourney rode, + And Ramung and swift Hornbog after the Hunnish mode. + Against the bold Burgundians they knightly bore them all; + High flew the whizzing splinters o'er the king's mighty hall. + + +XXXIV + + And yet all their performance was but an empty sound. + Hall might you hear and palace with clashing shields resound, + Where rode the men of Gunther: by them proud deeds were done. + His train of that fair tourney the highest honors won. + + +XXXV + + So great was then the pastime when front to front they met, + That through the reeking foot-cloths forth burst the frothy sweat + From the high-mettled coursers which the good knights bestrode, + As 'gainst the lords of Hungary in haughty wise they rode. + + +XXXVI + + Then spake the noble minstrel Folker with scornful glance, + "These knights, methinks, will never confront us lance to lance. + I hear it loudly rumor'd they bear us mortal spite; + Surely can they never find better time to fight. + + +XXXVII + + "So let us to our quarters," the fearless warrior cried, + "Send hence our weary horses; back we can hither ride, + If there be time, toward evening; 'twere fitter then than now; + What if to us Burgundians the queen should praise allow?" + + +XXXVIII + + Just then there rode so proudly into the lists a Hun, + That so no knight among them the general gaze had won. + Perchance e'en then in secret for some fair maid he sigh'd. + He wore as rich apparel as any noble bride. + + +XXXIX + + At once outspake Sir Folker, "I needs must spoil his cheer; + Yonder ladies' darling must feel a push of spear. + No one shall prevent it--let him guard his life. + I reck not, though it kindle the wrath of Etzel's wife." + + +XL + + "No! as you love me, Folker," straight the king 'gan say, + "The people all will blame us if we commence the fray. + Let the Huns begin it: 'twere better so, I ween." + Still was King Etzel sitting beside his moody queen. + + +XLI + + "I'll join you in the tourney," fierce Hagan sternly cried; + "Let's show both knights and ladies how we Burgundians ride. + 'Twere well, by proof they knew it; they'd rate us higher then. + Now they deny all credit to good King Gunther's men." + + +XLII + + Back into the tourney swift Folker hotly spurr'd; + Thereby was many a lady to grievous sorrow stirr'd. + Right through that proud Hun's body he drove the griding spear. + That stroke both dames and damsels cost many a bitter tear. + + +XLIII + + That saw at once Sir Hagan, nor dallying there abode; + With sixty of his champions, all thundering as they rode, + 'Gainst th' Huns he hotly hurtled fast by the gleeman's side. + King Etzel and Queen Kriemhild the tourney closely eyed. + + +XLIV + + Nor would the three kings basely in dastard sloth repose, + And leave the minstrel aidless among unnumber'd foes, + With them came to the rescue a thousand warriors good; + Haughty and overweening they did whate'er they would. + + +XLV + + Soon as by Sir Folker the wealthy Hun was slain, + You might hear his kinsmen cry out and loudly plain. + All in a breath were asking, "Who has this outrage done?" + "Folker the bold minstrel," gave answer many a one. + + +XLVI + + Straight for swords and bucklers were calling all the band + Akin to the young margrave of the Hunnish land; + The fearless minstrel Folker they thought at once to slay. + The host down from a window took in haste his way. + + +XLVII + + From the Huns on all sides a cry arose amain. + Before the hall alighted the kings and all their train. + Every bold Burgundian sent his steed away; + Up in haste came Etzel and parted straight the fray. + + +XLVIII + + He found one of the kinsmen with his sword drawn in his hand; + From him in an instant he snatch'd the naked brand, + And beat the brawlers backward, chafing and raging sore. + "In sooth with these good warriors my favor all were o'er," + + +XLIX + + Said Etzel, "If among us this minstrel here ye slew; + 'Twas by mere misadventure he ran your kinsman through. + I had my eye upon him just as he struck the blow. + It was his steed that stumbled; 'twas heaven would have it so. + + +L + + "Then leave my friends in quiet, and from the tilt-yard speed." + Himself then gave them escort; meanwhile each battle-steed + Was led thence to their quarters, for those Burgurdian guests + Had many a zealous varlet to tend their high behests. + + +LI + + Then with his friends King Etzel into his palace went; + He bade all cease from anger, and calm'd their fierce intent. + Ready were set the tables; for all was water brought. + The lives of the Burgundians many a stout foeman sought. + + +LII + + However irk'd it Etzel, still many an armed knight + Press'd close behind the princes, e'en in the king's despite, + Lowering with hateful glances as they to table went, + Each to revenge his kinsman on those proud strangers bent. + + +LIII + + "'Tis an ill use," said Etzel, "and one I scarce can bear, + At the feastful table the weeds of war to wear. + But whosoe'er his vengeance on these my guests shall wreak, + His head shall pay the forfeit; this to you Huns I speak." + + +LIV + + 'Twas long before was seated every lordly guest. + Fell care and deep disquiet wrung Kriemhild's laboring breast. + "Prince of Bern," she murmur'd, "thy counsel, aid and grace + I seek in sore affliction; pity my mournful case." + + +LV + + Then answer'd her Sir Hildebrand, a warrior frank and free, + "Who'd slay the Nibelungers shall have no help from me, + No, not for countless treasure; th' attempt he well may rue; + The good knights ne'er were conquer'd, with whom he'll have to do." + + +LVI + + Said she, "Yet surely Hagan has done me cruel wrong; + He murder'd my beloved, the strongest of the strong. + Who'd lure him from the others, should have my gold for meed. + 'Twould inly discontent me should one but Hagan bleed." + + +LVII + + Then answer'd Master Hildebrand, "How can that ever be? + Slay him among his fellows? Why surely you must see, + That, if we strike at Hagan, to battle straight will all, + And rich and poor together must in one slaughter fall." + + +LVIII + + Then in his courteous fashion thereto Sir Dietrich spake, + "Great queen, this talk give over, and better counsel take. + Me never wrong'd your kinsmen, nor is there cause that I + Should warriors, whom I value, to mortal strife defy. + + +LIX + + "It does you little honor, the simple truth to say, + Against your trusting kinsmen such deadly plots to lay. + 'Twas under a safe-conduct they enter'd Etzel's land. + Revenge for Siegfried never expect from Dietrich's hand." + + +LX + + When she no spark of treason found in the Berner brave, + Of a wide march to Bloedel the promise straight she gave. + It once belong'd to Nudung; a gift 'twas for a queen; + Yet a stroke of Dankwart's made him forget it quite and clean. + + +LXI + + "To give me help, Sir Bloedel," said she, "the task be thine; + Harbor'd within this palace are mortal foes of mine, + The same, who my dear husband Sir Siegfried did to die; + Who helps me to revenge it, to him for ever bound am I." + + +LXII + + Thus answer'd her Sir Bloedel, "Lady, to truth give ear; + I dare not wreak your vengeance, for Etzel's wrath I fear. + He's glad to see your kinsmen and all their vassals throng, + And never would forgive me if I should do them wrong." + + +LXIII + + "Nay, say not so, Sir Bloedel, I'll stand thy friend at need; + Silver and gold in plenty I'll give thee for thy meed, + Besides a beauteous damsel, whom Nudung had to wife. + Lapp'd in her soft caresses thou'lt lead a loving life. + + +LXIV + + "The lands and eke the castles to thee I'll freely give; + So may'st thou, noble warrior, with joy for ever live, + If thou but win the lordships where Nudung once held sway. + I'll truly keep the promise I've given you here to-day." + + +LXV + + No sooner heard Sir Bloedel of such a guerdon tell, + Beside that for her beauty the lady pleas'd him well, + Than he resolv'd by battle to win the lovely bride. + He miss'd, alas! the damsel, and lost his life besides. + + +LXVI + + He thus bespake Queen Kriemhild, "To th' hall back haste away; + Ere one can take precaution, I'll stir a bloody fray. + Hagan, who sow'd in murder, shall reap a harvest meet. + I'll bring the man of Gunther in fetters to your feet. + + +LXVII + + "Now arm ye straight," said Bloedel, "my merry men one and all! + Hence to the strangers' quarters upon our foes to fall. + So wills our royal lady, King Etzel's noble wife. + Ye heroes! at her bidding each boldly risk his life." + + +LXVIII + + When Kriemhild thus found Bloedel to work her will intent, + And eager to do battle, to table straight she went + With the redoubted Etzel and eke with all his train, + Against the guests from Rhineland fell counsel had she ta'en. + + +LXIX + + How they went all to table, I now at full must say. + First went the king attended, crown'd and in rich array; + Many a proud prince behind them, many a good knight was seen, + And all display'd their courtship before the noble queen. + + +LXX + + The good host at the tables found place for every guest; + He seated close beside him the highest and the best. + The Christian knights and heathen there feasted nothing loath. + Their food indeed was different, but there was store for both. + + +LXXI + + The yeomen in their quarters the time in feasting spent. + Servers were by good King Etzel to do their bidding sent, + Who gave them all they ask'd for, and serv'd both high and low. + Their merriment and revel were soon outweigh'd by woe. + + +LXXII + + Still her old grudge lay rankling in Kriemhild's poison'd heart; + When else 'twere hard a quarrel to stir on either part, + To table 'mid the feasters she sent for Etzel's son. + When for revenge by woman was deed so fearful done? + + +LXXIII + + With that four men of Etzel's went out at her command; + They brought the young King Ortlieb and led him by the hand + Up to the princes' table, where sat fierce Hagan by, + Doom'd all too soon, poor infant! by his fell hate to die. + + +LXXIV + + Soon as the proud King Etzel his little son espied, + Graciously his wife's kinsmen bespake he at his side, + "See, friends, my boy and Kriemhild's, our only son and heir. + To you may henceforth profit come from this child so fair. + + +LXXV + + "If he grow up like his kinsmen, he'll prove a man of might, + Of noble mind and lineage, a strong and fearless knight. + Should I live some time longer, I'll give him twelve broad lands, + So look for useful service at this fair infant's hands. + + +LXXVI + + "Now therefore I beseech you, ye dearest friends of mine, + When hence you make your journey back to your native Rhine, + To take with you this infant, your loving sister's son, + And treat him well and kindly as should by kin be done; + + +LXXVII + + "And bring him up in honor, till to a man he grow, + And, should your land be harried by force of any foe, + He'll help you to avenge it, when he his arms can wield." + All this was heard by Kriemhild; her lips stern silence seal'd. + + +LXXVIII + + "He well may help these warriors," Sir Hagan straight began, + "If ever by good fortune he come to be a man; + Yet seems the young king's aspect no long life to foreshow. + Methinks I shall have seldom to Ortlieb's court to go." + + +LXXIX + + Sore irk'd the speech King Etzel; the knight he sternly eyed + Though not a word in answer the haughty prince replied, + Down it weigh'd his spirits, and overcast his heart. + Unfit was Hagan's nature in joy to bear a part. + + +LXXX + + Woe was the low'ring monarch, and all his chiefs as well, + When such dark words from Hagan on that fair infant fell. + That they should bear it longer, deep murmur'd all the crew. + Little thought the warriors what he was yet to do. + + +LXXXI + + Many, who there had heard him, and bore him mortal hate, + Had gladly set upon him; the king had done it straight + But for his word of honor; then ill had Hagan sped; + Soon worse did he to Ortlieb; in Etzel's sight he struck him dead. + + + + +THIRTY-SECOND ADVENTURE + +HOW BLOEDEL WAS SLAIN + + +I + + All the knights of Bloedel were ready in array; + With a thousand hauberks to the hall they took their way, + Where Dankwart at the table sat with the yeomen tall. + Straight among the warriors uprose a deadly brawl. + + +II + + At once up to the tables Sir Bloedel fiercely strode, + When Dankwart this fair greeting on the stern knight bestow'd. + "Welcome, my lord, Sir Bloedel, you here are gladly seen. + We look'd not for your presence; what may this meeting mean?" + + +III + + "Greet me not," said Bloedel, "'tis a waste of breath; + Know, my coming hither to thee must needs be death. + Thank thy brother Hagan who noble Siegfried slew. + Thou now shalt pay the Huns for it, thou and many another too." + + +IV + + "Nay, say not so, Lord Bloedel," Sir Dankwart answer made, + "So should we rue this visit in faith and honor paid. + I was a little infant when Siegfrid lost his life; + How could I have offended King Etzel's moody wife?" + + +V + + "I know not, and I care not, if this be false or true. + 'Twas done by your base kinsmen, Gunther and Hagan too. + So ward ye well, ye strangers! 'tis all in vain to fly; + Your lives are pledg'd to Kriemhild, and take them now will I." + + +VI + + "So you are fix'd," said Dankwart, "for murder all prepar'd! + Would I had ne'er besought you! that had been better spar'd." + Upstarted from the table the warrior swift and strong; + Out he drew a broadsword heavy and sharp and long. + + +VII + + Straight at luckless Bloedel he struck a blow so fleet, + That his head in an instant lay before his feet. + "Take that, thou thriving wooer!" victorious Dankwart cried, + "For a marriage-morning's present to Nudung's mincing bride. + + +VIII + + "Another mate to-morrow may wed the widow'd dame; + I'll pay him with like measure, should he the dowry claim." + (A faithful Hun that morning had told him underhand, + That deadly fraud against them the vengeful queen had plann'd.) + + +IX + + When Bloedel's men their master saw dead upon the floor, + Such loss from the fierce strangers they could endure no more. + On squires at once and yeomen with high rais'd swords they flew + In deadly wrath; full many that hour had cause to rue. + + +X + + To his train shouted Dankwart, loud o'er the crash and din, + "Ye see, bold squires and yeomen, what danger hems us in. + Fight for your lives, ye friendless! in sooth we're foully shent, + For all the loving greetings that fraudful Kriemhild sent." + + +XI + + They, who had not their broadswords, benches asunder tore, + Or many a chair and footstool snatch'd up from the floor. + The bold Burgundians stay'd not, but all for weapons used; + Heads with heavy settles were pummel'd sore and bruis'd. + + +XII + + How fiercely the lorn strangers themselves defended there! + Out they drove their foemen all weapon'd as they were; + Yet, within, five hundred were lifeless left or more. + Dankwart's men pursued them dripping red with gore. + + +XIII + + Straight the sorry tidings to every Hunnish chief + Were borne by hasty rumor (it gave them mortal grief) + That slaughter'd with his warriors was Bloedel good at need, + That Dankwart and the yeomen had done the bloody deed. + + +XIV + + Before King Etzel knew it, inflam'd with deadly hate + Two thousand Huns or better donn'd their armor straight. + They march'd against the yeomen to deal them mortal dole, + And living of the party let not escape a soul. + + +XV + + Before the house they muster'd, an army deep and dense; + Though succorless, the strangers stood well on their defence; + Yet what avail'd their valor? Dead perforce they lay. + Thence arose soon after a yet more horrid fray. + + +XVI + + Now you must hear a wonder as never yet was told, + Within the hall lay lifeless nine thousands yeomen bold, + Thereto of Dankwart's followers twelve hardy knights and good, + And now among his foemen alone the warrior stood. + + +XVII + + Hush'd was the din of battle, laid was the wild uproar; + He sternly o'er his shoulder survey'd the horrid floor, + And spake, "Alas, brave comrades! what? not a dying groan? + Then stand, must Dankwart aidless among his foes alone." + + +XVIII + + Upon his single person fell thund'ring sword-strokes rife, + Yet cause gave he for weeping to many a hero's wife. + He rais'd his buckler higher and lower brought the thong. + Blood stream'd beneath his buffets through many a hauberk strong. + + +XIX + + "Woe's me! I'm faint and stifled," the son of Aldrian cried; + "Now, ye knights of Hungary! stand a little wide; + Let the air refresh me--I'm wearied with the fight." + Then manfully among them stepp'd forth the stately knight. + + +XX + + As faint and exhausted from the house he sprang, + What redoubled sword-strokes on his morion rang! + Those, who had not yet witness'd what wonders wrought his hand, + Forward leapt upon him, the knight from Gunther's land. + + +XXI + + "Now would to God," said Dankwart, "a messenger would go + To let my brother Hagan my fearful peril know, + Among this band of traitors how sore beset am I! + He'd come and hence would help me, or by my side would die." + + +XXII + + "Nay, do thyself thy message," the fierce Hungarians said, + "When we unto thy brother bring thee cold and dead + Then shall the man of Gunther the smart of sorrow know. + Thou here hast wrought King Etzel such grievous loss and woe." + + +XXIII + + Said he, "Your threats give over, stand from me farther yet, + Or I will make your hauberks with blood all dripping wet. + Myself the heavy tidings will bring to yonder court, + And to my lords with wailing our deadly wrongs report." + + +XXIV + + So much the knights of Etzel his matchless strength dismay'd, + That not a man amongst them durst meet him blade to blade, + But darts into his buckler they shot so thick around, + That, by the weight o'ermaster'd he dropp'd it on the ground. + + +XXV + + Seeing him thus unshielded, they fiercer forward drove; + How then with deadly gashes the shields and helms he clove! + Down perforce before him stoop'd many a lofty knight. + What praise was then Sir Dankwart's, alone to sway the fight! + + +XXVI + + They rush'd at him from both sides; none then would keep aloof; + But, match'd with him, found many most speed was least behoof. + Right through his foes the champion made his red passage good + As through the dogs the wild-boar amidst the echoing wood. + + +XXVII + + Ever the ground beneath him with smoking gore was wet. + When better fought a champion with countless foes beset? + So to court before them, along his bloody road, + Unconquer'd still and stately fierce Hagan's brother strode. + + +XXVIII + + Cupbearers and servers heard sword-strokes clashing nigh. + Dainty drinks and dishes they threw in hurry by, + The which they in were bringing upon the board to set. + A crowd of sturdy foemen e'en on the stairs he met. + + +XXIX + + "How now, ye servers?" said Dankwart with bloody toil oppress'd, + "'Tis your's to feed the hungry, and cheer the thirsty guest, + And store of savory viands to feasting knights to bear; + Give place, for I would something to my good lords declare." + + +XXX + + All, who dar'd confront him as up the stairs he flew, + Met with such fearful slashes, that soon at distance due + From that weighty broadsword stood trembling every one. + Such surpassing wonders by Dankwart's strength were done. + + + + +THIRTY-THIRD ADVENTURE + +HOW THE BURGUNDIANS FOUGHT WITH THE HUNS + + +I + + Soon as the fearless warrior beneath the lintel hied, + He bade the men of Etzel keep distance yet more wide. + The blood from that fierce combat down all his armor pour'd, + And in his hand uplifted he held his naked sword. + + +II + + Just at the very moment that in burst Dankwart so, + It chanc'd the young Prince Ortlieb was carried to and fro + From table unto table; the news of that fell strife, + So sudden brought among them, cost the fair child his life. + + +III + + To a good knight then Dankwart shouted loud and strong, + "Be stirring, brother Hagan, you're sitting all too long. + To you and God in heaven our deadly strait I plain; + Yeomen and knights together lie in their quarters slain." + + +IV + + "Tell me who has done it?" Hagan fiercely cried. + "Sir Bloedel and his meiny," Dankwart straight replied, + "And paid too has he dearly; he's dead among the dead; + This hand from off his shoulders smote at a stroke his head." + + +V + + "Small is the loss," said Hagan, "whenever one can tell + That a vanquish'd hero by hands heroic fell. + Thus it still befitteth a knight to yield his breath; + So much the less fair ladies should sorrow for his death. + + +VI + + "Now tell me, brother Dankwart, why are you so red? + Your wounds, methinks, oppress you; they must have sorely bled. + If he's yet in this country who has harm'd you thus in strife, + But the foul fiend aid him, it shall cost his life." + + +VII + + "You see me whole and hearty; my weed with blood is wet, + But 'tis from wounds of others whom sword to sword I met, + Of whom I slew so many, though furious all and fell, + That, if I had to swear it, th' amount I ne'er could tell." + + +VIII + + Said th' other, "Brother Dankwart, keep guard upon the door; + Let not one Hungarian step the threshold o'er. + Straight, as need impels us, converse with them will I. + Our friends by their devices were guiltless done to die." + + +IX + + "Since I'm to be door-keeper," replied the champion true + "(And well to such great monarchs such service I can do), + As fits me, 'gainst all comers the staircase I'll maintain." + Naught could be more distasteful to Kriemhild's knightly train. + + +X + + "In sooth," resum'd Sir Hagan, "I can't but wonder here, + What now these Huns are whisp'ring each in his fellow's ear. + I ween, they well could spare him, who keeps the door so bold, + Him, who to us Burgundians his courtly tale has told. + + +XI + + "Long have I heard and often of moody Kriemhild tell, + That still her heart's deep sorrow she harbors fierce and fell; + Now then let's drink to friendship! king's wine shall quench + our thirst, + And the young Prince of Hungary himself shall pledge us first." + + +XII + + With that the good Knight Hagan smote Ortlieb the young child; + The gushing blood, down flowing, both sword and hand defil'd; + Into the lap of Kriemhild bounded the ghastly head. + At once among the warriors a fearful butchery spread. + + +XIII + + Then with both hands uplifted he dealt a stroke at large + 'Gainst the grave-visag'd tutor, who had the child in charge; + His sever'd head down falling, before the table lay. + For all his learned lessons t' faith 'twas sorry pay. + + +XIV + + Just then at Etzel's table a minstrel met his view; + Upon him in an instant in wrath Sir Hagan flew. + His right hand on his viol off lopp'd he suddenly; + "Take that for the kind message thou brought'st to Burgundy." + + +XV + + "Alas! my hands!" cried Werbel frantic with pain and woe, + "What have I done, Sir Hagan, that you should serve me so? + I came in faith and honor into your master's land. + How can I now make music since I have lost my hand?" + + +XVI + + Little reck'd Sir Hagan if ne'er he fiddled more; + Then round his death-strokes dealing he stretch'd upon the floor + Many a good knight of Etzel's, and wide the slaughter spread, + Turning to bale the banquet, and heap'd the hall with dead. + + +XVII + + Up the ready Folker leapt from table quick; + In his hand loud clatter'd his deadly fiddlestick. + Harsh crashing notes discordant King Gunther's minstrel play'd. + Ah! what a host of foemen among the Huns he made! + + +XVIII + + Up, too, leapt from table the royal brethren three; + They thought to part the battle ere mischief more should be. + But lost was all their labor, vain was all help of man; + When Folker and stern Hagan once so to rage began. + + +XIX + + When saw the Lord of Rhineland no power could stint the strife, + He too dealt dole about him with wounds that let out life, + Through the shining hauberks cutting deadly way. + A prowest knight was Gunther, as clear he show'd that day. + + +XX + + At once into the battle the sturdy Gernot flew; + Thick as they flock'd around him the clustering Huns he slew + With his sword, the gift of Rudeger, the which he wielded so, + That many a knight of Etzel's he laid for ever low. + + +XXI + + The third too of the brethren rush'd into the fray; + Through th' helms of Etzel's warriors his swords made bloody way; + Death follow'd every buffet; right wondrous deeds were done + That hour by youthful Giselher, Dame Uta's youngest son. + + +XXII + + Well fought that day the brethren, well too their men of might, + But ever valiant Folker stood foremost in the fight, + Against his foes so knightly himself the warrior bore. + Many brought he among them to wallow in their gore. + + +XXIII + + On their defence, too, stoutly stood Etzel's champions all. + Then might you see the strangers through the kingly hall + With their glittering broadswords slashing and hewing go. + Loud thrill'd throughout the palace wild screams of wail and woe. + + +XXIV + + Then those without in hurried to aid their friends within, + But found upon the staircase more was to lose than win; + Out fain would rush the others, and through the doorway fare. + To none gave Dankwart passage, nor up nor down the stair. + + +XXV + + To force the guarded portal throng'd the Huns amain. + With the clattering sword-strokes the morions rang again. + Then stood the valiant Dankwart in deadly peril there; + Of that his loving brother took heed with timely care. + + +XXVI + + Straight to dauntless Folker, Hagan shouted loud, + "See you there my brother beset by yonder crowd, + Batter'd by blades unnumber'd, by countless bucklers cross'd? + Up, and save him, comrade! or the good knight is lost." + + +XXVII + + "Fear not," replied the minstrel, "I'll do your bidding soon." + Straight strode he through the palace playing his harshest tune. + Oft clash'd the keen-edg'd broadsword that in his hand he bore. + The noble chiefs of Rhineland thank'd him o'er and o'er. + + +XXVIII + + Then to the fearless Dankwart the minstrel-knight 'gan say, + "You must have surely suffered sore press and toil to-day. + Sent hither by your brother to aid you I have been. + If you'll without be warder, I'll keep the door within." + + +XXIX + + Firm the nimble Dankwart stood outside the door; + All who the stairs were mounting down drove he evermore; + In the grasp of the warriors their swords clash'd fearfully. + The like within did stoutly Folker of Burgundy. + + +XXX + + Loud the valiant minstrel shouted o'er the throng, + "The hall is shut, friend Hagan! the locks are firm and strong. + The hands of two stout warriors King Etzel's door secure; + A thousand bolts, believe me, would not be half so sure." + + +XXXI + + When Hagan saw the portal secur'd against attack, + By the thong his buckler the fiery chief threw back, + And whirl'd his sword for vengeance with huge two-handed sway; + No hope had then his foemen with life to come away. + + +XXXII + + When good Sir Dietrich noted how with each swashing stroke + The furious Lord of Trony a Hunnish morion broke, + On to a bench straight leapt he, to see the knights of Rhine. + Said he, "Sure Hagan's serving the very worst of wine." + + +XXXIII + + The host was sore bewilder'd with horror and surprise; + What crowds of friends and subjects were slain before his eyes! + Scarce 'midst the bloody turmoil himself from danger free, + He sat in mortal anguish; what boot was his a king to be? + + +XXXIV + + Proud Kriemhild cried to Dietrich in ghastly drear affright, + "Help me with thy valor, good and noble knight + By the worth of all the princes of th' Amelungers' land. + If Hagan only reach me, Death have I close at hand." + + +XXXV + + "Fair queen," replied Sir Dietrich, "how can I help you here? + Or how protect another when for myself I fear? + So wroth are these Burgundians, so high their passions run, + That I in such a moment can promise peace to none." + + +XXXVI + + "Nay, say not so, Sir Dietrich, renown'd and noble knight! + Show forth this day amongst us thy high heroic might + To bring me hence in safety; else, I shall surely die. + Dole and dismay beset me; in mortal strait am I." + + +XXXVII + + "At least I'll make the trial, if boot you yet I can, + For ne'er before beheld I many a mighty man, + To sudden wrath enkindl'd, so fierce to battle rush. + Blood see I through the helmets at every sword-stroke gush." + + +XXXVIII + + So the fair queen's entreaty he would no longer scorn; + Up his voice he lifted like a blast on a buffalo's horn, + That all the echoing castle rung through its breadth and length; + So loud the voice of Dietrich, so wondrous was his strength! + + +XXXIX + + Soon as heard King Gunther the voice of such a man + Peal o'er the clash and tumult, to listen he began. + Said he, "The voice of Dietrich sounds in my ears amain; + I fear our eager champions some friend of his have slain. + + +XL + + "I see him on the table beckoning with his hand.-- + Loving friends and kinsmen of Burgundy's fair land, + Hold a little season! let us hear and see + What we have done to Dietrich, or what his wish may be." + + +XLI + + Soon as thus King Gunther begg'd and commanded too, + In th' heat of that dire struggle back their swords they drew; + Yet more his power effected, that still they stood and stern; + Then thus the King of Rhineland bespake the Lord of Bern. + + +XLII + + Said he, "Right noble Dietrich, has any of my friends + Done you here an injury? I'll make you full amends. + Be sure, the satisfaction shall with the fault along. + In sooth, 'twould inly grieve me, were you to suffer wrong." + + +XLIII + + Him answer'd good Sir Dietrich, "No cause have I to grieve. + Let me with your safe-conduct this hall of Etzel's leave, + And quit this bloody banquet with those who follow me, + And for this grave for ever I'll at your service be." + + +XLIV + + "Why beg instead of bidding?" fierce Wolfhart interpos'd, + "The door, methinks, yon minstrel has not so firmly clos'd, + But we can set it open, and go where'er we will." + "Silence!" return'd Sir Dietrich, "the devil prompts thee ill. + + +XLV + + "I give you full permission," thus noble Gunther spake, + "Hence whom you will, Sir Dietrich, or few or many, take, + Except my mortal foeman; in Hungary have they + Done deadly wrong to Gunther, and here behind must stay." + + +XLVI + + Then lingered not the Berner; under his arm he took + The noble queen all trembling; fear-stricken was her look. + On the other side King Etzel away with him he led, + Eke many a stately champion forth with Sir Dietrich sped. + + +XLVII + + The noble Margrave Rudeger then cried, "If any more + May quit this house uninjur'd, and pass yon reeking door, + Tell us, who ever lov'd you, and now would serve your ends, + So peace will last for ever with true and faithful friends." + + +XLVIII + + Thereto made answer Giselher, the knight of Burgundy, + "Let there be peace betwixt us and constant amity, + For you were ever faithful, you and your warriors tried, + So part ye hence in safety, and all your friends besides." + + +XLIX + + Soon as the good Sir Rudeger left the blood-reeking hall, + There follow'd him stout champions five hundred or more in all. + In this the lords of Rhineland did faithfully and well, + Yet ruin and destruction King Gunther thence befell. + + +L + + Just then a knight of Hungary, who saw King Etzel take + His way beside Sir Dietrich, came nigh for safety's sake, + When him the furious minstrel with such a sword-stroke sped, + That at the feet of Etzel straight lay his sever'd head. + + +LI + + Soon as the Lord of Hungary from th' house had come at last, + He turn'd, and on fierce Folker as fierce a glance he cast. + "Woe's me for these fell strangers! Oh, grievous strait," he said, + "That all my faithful warriors should lie before them dead! + + +LII + + "Ah! woe for this sad meeting! woe for this festal-fight! + There spreads, within, destruction one that Folker hight; + Like a wild boar he rages, yet but a minstrel he. + Thank heaven! 'tis well in safety from such a fiend to be. + + +LIII + + "In sooth, ill sound his measures; his strokes are bloody red; + His oft-repeated quavers lay many a hero dead. + I know not why this gleeman should spite us o'er the rest; + Never had I for certain so troublesome a guest." + + +LIV + + Thereat straight to their quarters the noble knights withdrew, + The lord of Bern, Sir Dietrich, and the good margrave too. + To mix in that fierce struggle neither had desire, + And from it, too, their followers they bade in peace retire. + + +LV + + But had the bold Burgundians foreseen the deadly woe + That they from those two champions were soon to undergo, + Ne'er from the hall had either so quietly been sent, + But at their hands had suffer'd a bloody chastisement. + + +LVI + + They, whom they pleas'd, permitted to leave that hall of ill; + Then rose within, redoubled, the death-cry wild and shrill. + The guests 'gainst their wrong-doers for deadly vengeance strove; + Folker the valiant minstrel, ah! how the helms he clove! + + +LVII + + At the clash King Gunther turn'd, and to Hagan cried, + "Hear you what a measure Folker, the door beside, + Plays with each poor Hungarian who down the stairs would go; + See! what a deep vermilion has dyed his fiddle-bow!" + + +LVIII + + "I own, it much repents me," Hagan straight replied, + "That I sat here at table from the good knight so wide. + We still were constant comrades, not wont before to sever. + If we again see Rhineland, no chance shall part us ever. + + +LIX + + "Now see, great king! right loyal to thee is Folker bold; + Well deserves the warrior thy silver and thy gold. + His fiddlestick, sharp-cutting, can hardest steel divide, + And at a stroke can shiver the morion's beamy pride. + + +LX + + "Never yet saw I minstrel so high and lordly stand, + As did to-day Sir Folker among the hostile band. + On helms and clattering bucklers his lays make music rare. + Ride should he good war-horses, and gorgeous raiment wear." + + +LXI + + Of all the fierce Hungarians that at the board had been, + Now not a single champion remain'd alive within. + Then first was hush'd the tumult, when none was left to fight. + Then down his sword laid reeking each bold Burgundian knight. + + + + +THIRTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE + +HOW THEY THREW DOWN THE DEAD + + +I + + Then after all their labor the lords sat down at last. + Before the hall together Folker and Hagan pass'd. + The pair of haughty champions upon their bucklers leant, + And each the time with th' other in gentle converse spent. + + +II + + Then the youthful Giselher thus his mind express'd, + "Ye must not yet, dear comrades, think of ease or rest; + From out the house first hasten to bear the dead away. + Once more shall we do battle; that I can truly say. + + +III + + "Beneath our feet 'twere better they should no longer lie. + Ere these proud Huns subdue us, and we o'ermaster'd die, + Hewn will be many a hauberk, and blood in torrents flow; + No sight can please me better than a bleeding foe." + + +IV + + "I'm proud of such a master," cried Hagan with delight; + "Who could e'er give such counsel save a redoubted knight? + When words so wise and valiant from our young lord you hear, + Needs must ye, bold Burgundians! be all of lively cheer." + + +V + + The counsel straight they follow'd, and carried through the door, + And cast out from among them, seven thousand dead or more. + Adown the stairs they tumbled and lay in heaps below. + Then burst forth from their kinsmen a thrilling scream of woe. + + +VI + + 'Mongst these was many a warrior, though wounded and in pain, + Who yet with milder treatment might have wax'd whole again. + Crush'd by the fall they perish'd, who half had 'scap'd the sword. + Their friends with moans of sorrow their fatal doom deplor'd. + + +VII + + Then spake the minstrel Folker, the warrior void of fear, + "I oft have heard reported, and now behold I clear, + That Huns are vile and worthless; they like weak women wail, + When they should tend the wounded, and soothe their dreary bale." + + +VIII + + Then ween'd a Hunnish margrave, he thus through kindness spake; + He saw a luckless kinsman fall'n in a bloody lake; + So threw his arms about him, and hoped away to bear. + Him shot to death the minstrel; down fell he dying there. + + +IX + + When this was seen by th' others, they took at once to flight; + That same redoubted gleeman all curs'd with all their might. + He brandish'd high a javelin, well-temper'd, bright, and keen, + Which by a Hun against him before had darted been. + + +X + + This through the echoing castle he sent with mastering main + Far o'er the crowd of tremblers; that shot to Etzel's train + Gave another station more distant from the hall. + The matchless strength of Folker dismay'd their leaders all. + + +XI + + Before the house assembled were many thousand men; + Sir Folker and Sir Hagan both together then + Began unto King Etzel all their mind to tell, + Whence grievous ill thereafter both the good knights befell. + + +XII + + "The trembling crowd to hearten," said Hagan, "sure 'tis right + That kings and leaders ever be foremost in the fight; + E'en so do here among us my own redoubted lords, + And, when they cleave the morions, blood spouts beneath their swords." + + +XIII + + A valiant knight was Etzel; his shield in hand he took. + "Be wary," cried Dame Kriemhild: "to your good liegemen look; + Fill shields with gold, to move them yon stranger to defy. + Death must be needs your neighbor if Hagan comes you nigh." + + +XIV + + The king he was so fearless, he would not budge an inch; + Seldom are such great princes so disinclin'd to flinch. + By his shield's thong his warriors then drew him back perforce. + Hagan went on to mock him in accents loud and coarse. + + +XV + + "I' faith the kin was distant," he cried with scornful sound, + "That Etzel and Sir Siegfried in one alliance bound. + He cheer'd fair Lady Kriemhild long ere she look'd on thee. + Dishonor'd king and worthless! why knit thy brow at me?" + + +XVI + + His proud disdainful mockery the wrath of Kriemhild stirr'd; + To be revil'd of Hagan, while Etzel's warriors heard, + And jeer'd before the many, was more than she could brook, + So now yet deadlier counsel against the guests she took. + + +XVII + + "Who Hagan, Lord of Trony, shall slay," she fiercely said, + "And bring unto me hither his abhorred head, + For him the shields of Etzel I'll heap with ruddy gold, + And give him, too, for guerdon lands and castles manifold." + + +XVIII + + "I know not," said the minstrel, "what now can keep them back; + Sure never saw I warriors so heartless stand and slack, + When a fair dame had promis'd such rich and ample pay. + Etzel can trust them never if they should flinch to-day. + + +XIX + + "Those who the bread of Etzel have eaten many a year, + And, when his need is greatest, like cowards fail him here, + These see I stand fear-troubled; they dare not move a jot, + And yet would pass for warriors! shame ever be their lot!" + + +XX + + Thus with distress and sorrow was Etzel ill bestead, + Right bitterly bewailing his kin and subjects dead. + Good knights of many a country stood round, a mournful ring, + And for that bloody banquet wept with their weeping king. + + +XXI + + Then thought the best among them, "Sure Folker tells us true." + But none so inly sorrow'd of all that wavering crew, + As the bold Margrave Iring, the fearless Danish knight; + This soon he prov'd before them by deeds of manly might. + + + + +THIRTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE + +HOW IRING WAS SLAIN. + + +I + + Then loudly shouted Iring the Danish margrave strong, + "I've shap'd my course in honor, and aim'd at glory long, + And ever have in battle borne me like a knight, + So bring me now my harness, and I'll with Hagan fight." + + +II + + "That I scarce would counsel," in scorn Sir Hagan cried. + "Bid the knights of Hungary stand farther yet aside, + Let two or three together then leap into the hall, + Back wounded down the staircase I'll dash them one and all." + + +III + + "I'll not renounce my challenge," Iring stern replied, + "Ere now have I, and often, such hard adventures tried. + Now sword to sword I'll meet thee; let ruth aside be flung! + What boots thy haughty passion, and valor of the tongue?" + + +IV + + Then at once Sir Iring arm'd him for the fight, + And Irnfried or Thueringia, a young and lusty knight, + And the large-limb'd Hawart with a thousand in his train; + All sought to vouch the quarrel of that redoubted Dane. + + +V + + Soon as the dauntless minstrel so huge a troop espied + Forth all in armor coming on the fierce margrave's side, + Each with his glittering helmet laced ready for the fray, + Somewhat the wrath of Folker kindled at their array. + + +VI + + "See you now, friend Hagan, how comes Sir Iring nigh? + Sure I must condemn him--ill fits a knight to lie. + To stand against thee singly he promis'd just before, + And now he brings in armor a thousand chiefs or more." + + +VII + + "Call me not a liar," Hawart's liegeman cried. + "Yes! I have given a promise; I'd fain my words abide. + I'll ne'er renounce th' adventure; fear is to me unknown; + How fierce soe'er be Hagan, I'll meet him here alone." + + +VIII + + He begg'd his friends and kinsmen, down falling at their feet, + That they would let him singly the stern Burgundian meet. + Fain would they have denied him, for all too well they knew + How stout a knight was Hagan, and how remorseless too. + + +IX + + So long he still entreated, at last they gave consent; + When him on that fierce battle they saw so wildly bent + And so athirst for honor, with grief they let him go. + A deadly strife then follow'd 'twixt either frowning foe. + + +X + + The valiant knight of Denmark bore high his quivering spear, + And crouch'd beneath his buckler through caution, not through fear, + Then, to the hall swift mounting, with Hagan sought to close. + From the death-doing champions a deafening din arose. + + +XI + + Each cast his spear at th' other with such o'ermastering might, + Piercing through the strong bucklers e'en to the harness bright, + That the shafts, high whirling, to a distance flew; + Their swords then, sternly frowning, the rival champions drew. + + +XII + + Huge was the strength of Hagan, his heart and hand were stout, + Yet on him smote Sir Iring, that rang the hall throughout. + Wall and tower re-echoed at every thundering blow. + Still could not he his purpose work on his burly foe. + + +XIII + + So Iring there let Hagan as yet unwounded stand, + And on the warlike minstrel, turn'd at once his hand; + He thought to bring him under with buffets fierce and fell, + But the long-practis'd gleeman his blows all warded well. + + +XIV + + Then Folker, kindling passion, smote Iring's buckler so, + That the steel plates which bound it flew off at every blow. + Then turn'd he from the minstrel (he struck too boisterously), + And fell at once on Gunther the King of Burgundy. + + +XV + + Then 'twixt the valiant couple a furious strife arose; + King Gunther and Sir Iring, like hail they bandied blows. + Yet the red blood could neither with all his buffets draw, + So goodly was their harness without a fault or flaw. + + +XVI + + With that he left King Gunther, and straight at Gernot ran; + The fire from out his mailcoat to hammer he began. + But then to him King Gernot made such a fierce reply, + That the redoubted Iring he all but did to die. + + +XVII + + From the prince he bounded; swift the warrior flew; + Four of the Burgundians in a trice he slew, + All high-descended courtiers from Worms across the Rhine; + Well might the youthful Giselher at such a loss repine. + + +XVIII + + "Now by heaven, Sir Iring!" in his wrath he said, + "Thy life shall pay the forfeit for those who here lie dead + Through thy remorseless fury."--He ran at him full fleet, + And smote the Dane so sternly, he could not keep his feet. + + +XIX + + Down he dropp'd before him grovelling in the gore; + Sure then ween'd each beholder that he never more + Blow would give or parry on a battle-day; + Yet Iring all unwounded before his foeman lay. + + +XX + + So deep his morion sounded, so loud the sword-stroke clash'd, + His senses were confounded as to the ground he dash'd, + And like a corpse, though living, he lay unconscious there; + So wondrous was the prowess of strong-arm'd Giselher! + + +XXI + + When from his brain bewilder'd the swoon had parted slow, + Which had his wits confounded from that o'er mastering blow, + Thought he, "I yet am living, and all unwounded, too. + Now know I Giselher's manhood, and feel what he can do." + + +XXII + + He heard his foes about him as there he lay o'erthrown; + Worse would he have to suffer if once the truth were known + Well, too, the youthful Giselher perceiv'd he standing by. + Then thought he, from amongst them, by what device to fly. + + +XXIII + + From the blood he started; pressing was his need; + Sure for his good fortune he might thank his speed. + From the house he darted just where Hagan stood, + And struck at him in passing with all the force he could. + + +XXIV + + Then thought the Knight of Trony, "Thou'rt in the clutch of death; + Sure, but the devil guard thee, thou canst not 'scape with breath." + Yet with a wound through th' head-piece he straight Sir Hagan paid; + That did the knight with Wasky, his sharp and peerless blade. + + +XXV + + Soon as fierce Sir Hagan felt the gash and pain, + With his sword uplifted he rush'd upon the Dane. + No more against his fury could Hawart's man make head; + Swift down the stairs Sir Hagan pursued him as he fled. + + +XXVI + + Above his head bold Iring held up his buckler strong; + Had that same scanty staircase been full trice as long, + No time had Hagan left him to strike a single stroke. + Ah! what a shower of sparkles red from his morion broke! + + +XXVII + + Yet safe and sound Sir Iring came to his friends again. + Soon then were told to Kriemhild th' achievements of the Dane, + And what he unto Hagan had done with his good blade. + Thus unto the warrior her fervent thanks she paid. + + +XXVIII + + "Now God reward thee, Iring! a noble knight thou art; + Thou hast reviv'd my courage and comforted my heart. + On Hagan's blood-stain'd armor, through thy bold deed, I look." + With her own hand then from him his shield for joy she took. + + +XXIX + + "Your thanks you'd better husband," said Hagan stern and high, + "'Twould well befit a warrior his chance once more to try. + If then he came back scathless, he'd be indeed a knight. + This scratch will boot you little; so e'en a child could smite. + + +XXX + + "The blood you see so gladly, which streaks my mail with red, + It but the more provokes me to heap this land with dead. + My strength is undiminish'd, my wrath is now begun; + You'll feel how little mischief to me has Iring done." + + +XXXI + + Iring the Knight of Denmark there stood against the breeze, + Cooling him in his mailcoat, with helm unlaced for ease. + Loud said those about him how bold he was and brave. + Their praise to the good champion the loftiest courage gave. + + +XXXII + + Then thus outspoke Sir Iring, "Friends! this for certain know; + Arm me, and delay not; once more I'll prove my foe. + His fierce and haughty bearing I can no longer brook." + His shield was hewn and shatter'd; a better straight he took. + + +XXXIII + + Soon was arm'd the warrior, and better than before; + He shook in wrath and fury the weighty spear he bore; + With this against his foeman with sturdy strides he went. + Hate-sparkling eyes upon him the fierce Sir Hagan bent. + + +XXXIV + + Th' attack of bold Sir Iring he would not there await; + Down the stairs he bounded, and ran upon him straight, + Now darting, and now smiting; his wrath was at the height; + Little then his prowess avail'd the Danish knight. + + +XXXV + + The champions smote so fiercely, that fire-red blasts began + To burn from either buckler; then Hawart's luckless man + So grievously was wounded by Hagan's monstrous main + Through sever'd shield and morion, he ne'er was whole again. + + +XXXVI + + That wound dash'd Iring's courage; he felt him ill bestead; + He rais'd his shield yet higher to guard his bleeding head; + He deem'd it grievous mischief, the wound it was so sore; + Yet at the hand of Hagan had he to suffer more. + + +XXXVII + + A spear the man of Gunther found lying at his feet; + This at the head of Iring he darted sure and fleet, + So that the shaft outjutted, quivering, from his brow. + A fatal end has Hagan made of his foeman now! + + +XXXVIII + + Back to his Danes Sir Iring recoil'd with faltering pace; + Ere from his head his comrades the helmet could unlace, + They broke from it the javelin; then close was death at hand. + His kindred wept around him, a sorrow-laden band. + + +XXXIX + + Anon the queen came thither; she o'er the dying bent, + Bewailing dauntless Iring with ghastly dreariment, + And for his wounds sore weeping, and mourning for his sake. + Then thus among his kinsmen the hero faintly spake. + + +XL + + "Fair and noble lady! cease for me to grieve. + What avails your weeping? my life I needs must leave; + Yes! the wounds are mortal that thus have pierc'd me through. + Death will not leave me longer to Etzel and to you." + + +XLI + + Then thus to each Thueringian he spake, and every Dane, + "Hope not for gifts from Kriemhild, nor count her gold for gain, + For here, my friends! I warn you, e'en with my latest breath, + If once you fight with Hagan, you needs must look on death." + + +XLII + + His lively hue was faded; the stamp of death he bore; + For the redoubted Iring his comrades sorrow'd sore. + Never could recover stout Hawart's vassal true. + Perforce each man of Denmark took to his sword anew. + + +XLIII + + Irnfried at once and Hawart both hurried toward the hall + With a thousand warriors; from amongst them all + Loud peal'd the shout of battle; fierce was their wrath and hot. + Ah! what a sleet of javelins at those of Rhine they shot! + + +XLIV + + Upon the valiant gleeman bold Irnfried rush'd amain, + But at his hand destruction was all that he could gain. + A stern man was the minstrel as e'er in field met foe. + Through th' helm he smote the landgrave a deep and deadly blow. + + +XLV + + Sir Irnfried on Sir Folker dealt too a sturdy stroke, + That of his temper'd hauberk the links asunder broke, + And with the dint his harness all sparkled fiery red. + Then straight before the minstrel down dropp'd the landgrave dead. + + +XLVI + + Sir Hawart and Sir Hagan clos'd too in deadly fight; + Their strife to each beholder was sure a wondrous sight. + Huge strokes from their keen weapons fell thick on either side, + Till by the stern Burgundian perforce Sir Hawart died. + + +XLVII + + When Danes now and Thueringians saw both their leaders slain, + Against the house yet fiercer rush'd on the shouting train. + Loud round the sounding portal the din of battle peal'd, + And many a helm was cloven, and shatter'd many a shield. + + +XLVIII + + "Fall back, my friends!" said Folker, "E'en let them enter in, + Yield for a while the passage they so desire to win. + Full soon they'll fall together within our bloody hold, + And reap with death and ruin Dame Kriemhild's fatal gold." + + +XLIX + + Those overweening champions the hall had enter'd now; + Many a proud head among them was sudden taught to bow + Beneath the deadly sword-strokes of the fierce warriors there. + Well fought the valiant Gernot, well, too, young Giselher. + + +L + + A thousand and four together had come into the hall; + You might see the broadswords flashing rise and fall; + Soon the bold intruders all dead together lay; + Of those renown'd Burgundians strange marvels one might say. + + +LI + + Thereafter reigned deep silence; the din of war was hush'd; + Through every creak and cranny the blood on all sides gush'd + From that huge hill of slaughter; red did the gutters run. + So much was through their prowess by those of Rhineland done! + + +LII + + With that the bold Burgundians sat down awhile to rest. + His bloody sword and buckler down laid each panting guest. + Still stood th' unwearied minstrel on guard the house before, + To watch if any foeman should seek to force the door. + + +LIII + + Sore wail'd the royal Etzel, sore too his lady wept, + And sobbing dames and damsels like mournful concert kept. + Fell Death, I ween, had taken his oath to do them ill. + Alas! by those fierce strangers more were to perish still. + + + + +THIRTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE + +HOW THE QUEEN GAVE ORDERS TO BURN DOWN THE HALL + + +I + + "So now unlace your helmets," undaunted Hagan cried, + "I and my comrade o'er you will watch lest harm betide, + And should the men of Etzel again to fight come on, + Be sure I will not dally, but warn my lords anon." + + +II + + Then many a prowest champion disarm'd his lofty head; + Down sat they on the corpses, that wide the floor bespread, + And lay in blood before them as by their hands they died; + Close still by Hate and Vengeance the noble guests were spied. + + +III + + Not yet come on had evening, when the fierce king anew + And vengeance-breathing Kriemhild to fight together drew + The mighty men of Hungary; before him muster'd stood + Better than twenty thousand prepar'd for blows and blood. + + +IV + + Once more 'gainst the Burgundians a fearful strife arose; + Dankwart before the portal among the clustering foes + From his lords undaunted leapt forth with a light bound. + 'Twas thought he long had perish'd; out stepp'd he safe and sound. + + +V + + The deadly struggle lasted till it was stopp'd by night; + The guests themselves defended 'gainst Etzel's men of might, + As well became good warriors, all through a summer's day. + Ah! what redoubted champions dead before them lay! + + +VI + + 'Twas e'en on a midsummer befell that murderous fight, + When on her nearest kinsmen and many a noble knight + Dame Kriemhild wreak'd the anguish that long in heart she bore, + Whence inly griev'd King Etzel, nor joy knew ever more. + + +VII + + Yet on such sweeping slaughter at first she had not thought; + She only had for vengeance on one transgressor sought. + She wish'd that but on Hagan the stroke of death might fall; + Twas the foul fiend's contriving, that they should perish all. + + +VIII + + And now the day was ended; ill were they then bestead. + They thought, 'twere surely better that they at once were dead, + Than in slow torture lingering unhopeful of release. + Those high and haughty warriors, ah! how they yearn'd for peace! + + +IX + + They begg'd the Huns, King Etzel to bring before the hall; + Themselves then, blood-bedabbled and harness-stain'd withal, + With the three royal brethren from th' house mov'd faint and slow. + To whom to plain, they knew not, in their o'ermastering woe. + + +X + + So near them both Etzel and Kriemhild drew; + To them belong'd the country; their host thus greater grew. + He thus bespake the strangers, "Now what would you with me? + Hope you for peace and friendship? that sure can hardly be. + + +XI + + "After the deadly mischief that you to me have done, + The slaughter of my kinsmen, the murder of my son, + Cause shall you have to rue it as long as I have life; + So peace and truce expect not, but war and mortal strife." + + +XII + + "Our grievous need compelled us," in answer Gunther said, + "My train before your warriors fell in their quarters dead; + How had I e'er deserved it, or they, that bloody end? + I came in faith to see thee, I ween'd thou wert my friend." + + +XIII + + Then spake the bold Burgundian, the youthful Giselher, + "Ye noble knights of Etzel, who yet are living here, + In what have I offended? or how incurred your blame? + In kind and simple friendship into this land I came." + + +XIV + + "Ah!" said they, "to our sorrow this castle and realm beside + Are both full of thy kindness; would you had never hied, + Thou and thy bloody brethren, from Worms across the Rhine! + You've fill'd our land with orphans;--so much for thee and thine!" + + +XV + + Thereto in angry accents Sir Gunther made reply, + "If you would turn to friendship, and this wild hate lay by + 'Gainst us home-distant warriors, 'twere well for us and you. + Your king will strike the guiltless if otherwise he do." + + +XVI + + Then to the guests said Etzel, "No equal loss, I trow, + Have you and I encounter'd; the toil, the pain, the woe, + The shame as well as damage that I have borne to-day-- + For this, not one among you shall living hence away." + + +XVII + + Then to the king said Gernot, the death-defying knight, + "At least may God work with you in this to do us right. + If you are resolv'd to slay us, to th' open space and free + Let us come down to meet you; 'twill to your honor be. + + +XVIII + + "Whate'er is to befall us, let it quick be done; + 'Gainst such a host of warriors hope can we cherish none. + Scarce can we fight o'erwearied, much less attempt to fly. + How long will you compel us to pant and struggle ere we die?" + + +XIX + + Then would the knights of Etzel their wish have granted straight, + And let come out the strangers before the palace gate. + Wroth thereat was Kriemhild; she had heard it soon. + Quickly to the strangers was denied the boon. + + +XX + + "No! no! Hungarian heroes! My counsel take for true, + And grant them not their longing; beware of what you do; + Ne'er let those bloody murderers come out from yonder hall, + Or surely must your kinsmen endure a deadly fall. + + +XXI + + "Were none of them yet living but Uta's children there, + My high-descended brothers, if once they got fresh air + To cool their heated harness, you'd one and all be lost; + The world has no such warriors; you'd learn it to your cost." + + +XXII + + Then spake the youthful Giselher, "Fairest sister mine, + I little ween'd thy summons call'd me o'er the Rhine, + In this net of treason and mortal strait to lie. + How here of these Hungarians have I deserved to die? + + +XXIII + + "To thee true was I ever; I never did thee wrong; + Loving and confiding I hither came along, + For thou, I thought, dear sister, didst bear like love to me. + Oh! look on us with kindness! what else should we expect from thee?" + + +XXIV + + "Talk not to me of kindness! Unkind is all my thought. + Against me he of Trony such grievous wrong has wrought, + Never can I forgive it as long as I have life; + For that you all must suffer," said Etzel's furious wife. + + +XXV + + "Yet would you to me Hagan up for a prisoner give, + No longer I'd refuse you, but fain would let you live, + For you're indeed my brethren, all of one mother sprung; + Then of the fit atonement I'd speak these lords among." + + +XXVI + + "Now God in heaven forbid it!" Sir Gernot proudly said; + "Were there a thousand of us, we'd rather all lie dead, + All thy noble kinsmen, than e'er that only one + Give up to thee a captive; no! that can ne'er be done." + + +XXVII + + "So we must die," said Giselher, "'scape can we never hence; + Still valiantly and knightly we'll stand on our defence, + Let him then, who would prove us, do now his worst endeavor; + I never friend abandoned, nor will abandon ever." + + +XXVIII + + Then, scorning longer silence, cried Dankwart void of fear, + "Ay! my good brother Hagan stands not lonely here. + They who peace deny us, shall soon their anger rue. + We'll teach you bitter knowledge; take these my words for true." + + +XXIX + + Then spake the queen, "Brave warriors, this hour to you belongs; + Up! closer to the staircase! take vengeance for my wrongs! + What thrift requites good service, I'll show you well to-day. + The insolence of Hagan I will in full repay. + + +XXX + + "Let not a soul forth sally; their courage soon we'll tame; + I'll straight at the four corners bid set the hall on flame, + And thus will I revenge me at once for all my woes." + Quick Etzel's knights made ready, and fell upon her foes. + + +XXXI + + Who yet without were standing, they instant drove within + By dint of darts and broadsword; deafening rose the din; + Yet naught their valiant followers could from the princes part; + Close link'd they stood together with fix'd and faithful heart. + + +XXXII + + With that, the wife of Etzel bade set the hall on fire. + How sore then were they tortur'd in burning anguish dire! + At once, as the wind freshened, the house was in a glow. + Never, I ween, were mortals in such extremes of woe. + + +XXXIII + + "We all are lost together," each to his neighbor cried, + "It had been far better we had in battle died. + Now God have mercy on us! woe for this fiery pain! + Ah! what a monstrous vengeance the bloody queen has ta'en!" + + +XXXIV + + Then faintly said another, "Needs must we here fall dead! + What boots us now the greeting, to us by Etzel sped? + Ah me! I'm so tormented by thirst from burning heat, + That in this horrid anguish my life must quickly fleet." + + +XXXV + + Thereat outspake Sir Hagan, the noble knight and good, + "Let each, by thirst torment'd, take here a draught of blood. + In such a heat, believe me, 'tis better far than wine. + Naught's for the time so fitting; such counsel, friends, is mine." + + +XXXVI + + With that straight went a warrior, where a warm corpse he found. + On the dead down knelt he; his helmet he unbound; + Then greedily began he to drink the flowing blood. + However unaccustom'd, it seem'd him passing good. + + +XXXVII + + "Now God requite thee, Hagan," the weary warrior cried, + "For such refreshing beverage by your advice supplied. + It has been my lot but seldom to drink of better wine. + For life am I thy servant for this fair hint of thine." + + +XXXVIII + + When th' others heard and witness'd with what delight he quaff'd, + Yet many more among them drank too the bloody draught, + It strung again their sinews, and failing strength renew'd. + This in her lover's person many a fair lady rued. + + +XXXIX + + Into the hall upon them the fire-flakes thickly fell; + These with their shields they warded warily and well. + With smoke and heat together they were tormented sore. + Never, I ween, good warriors such burning anguish bore. + + +XL + + Through smoke and flame cried Hagan, "Stand close against the wall; + Let not the burning ashes on your helm-laces fall; + Into the blood yet deeper tread every fiery flake. + In sooth, this feast of Kriemhild's is ghastly merry-make." + + +XLI + + 'Twas well for the Burgundians that vaulted was the roof; + This was, in all their danger, the more to their behoof. + Only about the windows from fire they suffer'd sore. + Still, as their spirit impell'd them, themselves they bravely bore. + + +XLII + + In such extremes of anguish pass'd off the dreary night. + Before the hall yet sleepless stood the gleeman wight, + And leaning on his buckler, with Hagan by his side, + Look'd out, what further mischief might from the Huns betide. + + +XLIII + + Then thus bespoke he Hagan, "Let's back into the hall; + These Huns will then imagine that we have perish'd all + In the fiery torment they kindled to our ill. + They'll see yet some among us who'll do them battle still." + + +XLIV + + Then the youthful Giselher, the bold Burgundian, spake, + "Methinks the breeze is fresh'ning, the day begins to break. + Better times may wait us--grant it God in heaven! + To us my sister Kriemhild a fatal feast has given." + + +XLV + + With that outspake a warrior, "Ay! now I see the day. + Since we can hope no better in this our hard assay, + Let each don straight the harness, and think upon his life; + For soon will be upon us King Etzel's murderous wife." + + +XLVI + + The host he little doubted but all the guests were dead, + By toil and fiery torture alike so ill bestead. + But yet within were living six hundred fearless wights; + Crowned king about him ne'er had better knights. + + +XLVII + + The scouts who watched the strangers, had now the truth descried, + That, spite of all the travail and torment that had tried + The strength of lords and liegemen, they had survived it all, + And safe and sound as ever stalk'd up and down the hall. + + +XLVIII + + 'Twas told the queen that many unharm'd were yet to see; + "No! no!" made Kriemhild answer, "Sure it can never be + That such a fiery tempest has spared a single head. + Far sooner will I credit that one and all are dead." + + +XLIX + + Still long'd both lords and liegemen for mercy and for grace, + If they might look for either from any there in place; + But neither grace nor mercy found they in Hunnish land, + So vengeance for their ruin they took with eager hand. + + +L + + And now by early morning a deafening hostile din + Greeted the weary warriors; sore peril hemm'd them in. + From all sides round, against them a shower of missiles flew; + The dauntless band full knightly stood on defence anew. + + +LI + + The mighty men of Etzel came on embolden'd more, + For that they hoped from Kriemhild to win her precious store; + And others, too, would frankly their king's command obey; + Thus had full many among them to look on death that day. + + +LII + + Of promises and presents strange marvels might be told. + She bade bring bucklers forward heap'd high with ruddy gold; + She gave to all who'd take it; none empty went away. + Never were spent such treasures to work a foe's decay. + + +LIII + + The best part of the champions came on in warlike gear. + Then cried the valiant Folker, "We're still to be found here. + Warriors advance to battle ne'er saw I yet so fain, + As those, who to destroy us, King Etzel's gold have ta'en." + + +LIV + + Then from within cried many, "Nearer, ye warriors, still! + What's to be done, do quickly, whether for good or ill. + Here's not a man among us but is resolv'd to die." + Darts straight fill'd all their bucklers, so quick the Huns let fly. + + +LV + + What can I tell you further? twelve hundred men or more + To force the fatal entrance attempted o'er and o'er. + But with sharp wounds the strangers soon cool'd their fiery mood. + None the stern strife could sever; flow might you see the blood + + +LVI + + From gashes deep and deadly; full many there were slain, + Comrade there for comrade wept and wail'd in vain, + Till all in death together sank Etzel's valiants low. + Sore mourn'd for them their kinsmen in wild but bootless woe. + + + + +THIRTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE + +HOW MARGRAVE RUDEGER WAS SLAIN + + +I + + That morn had fought the strangers as fitted well their fame; + Meanwhile fair Gotelind's husband into the courtyard came. + Naught saw he there on all sides but woe and doleful drear. + At the sight wept inly the faithful Rudeger. + + +II + + "Woe's me," began the margrave, "That ever I was born, + That none can stay the sorrows of this disastrous morn! + Howe'er I long for concord, the king will ne'er agree; + Woes sees he wax around him, and more has yet to see." + + +III + + With that, the faithful margrave to good Sir Dietrich sent, + That they might seek together to turn the king's intent. + Thereto sent answer Dietrich, "The mischief who can stay? + To none will now King Etzel give leave to part the fray." + + +IV + + Just then a Hunnish warrior observ'd the margrave true + With tearful eyes there standing, as he was wont to do. + The same thus said to Kriemhild, "See how he stands to-day, + Whom Etzel o'er his fellows hath rais'd to power and sway, + + +V + + "He who from all has service, from liegemen and from land! + O'er what a crowd of castles has Rudeger command! + How much the royal Etzel has giv'n him, well we know, + Yet ne'er in all this battle has he struck one knightly blow. + + +VI + + "Methinks, of what befalls us he takes but little care, + While of broad fiefs at pleasure he holds an ample share. + 'Tis said, in skill and courage the margrave stands alone, + But ill, I'm sure, have either here in our need been shown. + + +VII + + In angry mood this slander the faithful warrior took; + He turn'd and on the murmurer cast a withering look. + Thought he, "Thou sure shalt pay for it; thou say'st that I am cow'd; + I'll show how much I fear thee: thy tale was told too loud." + + +VIII + + At once his fist he doubled, and fiercely on him ran. + Such a fearful buffet he dealt the Hunnish man, + As needed not a second; dead at his feet he lay. + This wrung the heart of Etzel and heighten'd his dismay. + + +IX + + "Away with thee, base babbler!" (thus the good margrave spake) + "Here have I pain and trouble enough my heart to break, + And thou, too, must revile me, as here I would not fight! + These guests I should with reason have held in high despite, + + +X + + "And plagued them to my utmost alike in act and thought, + But that I the warriors myself had hither brought. + I was their guide and conduct into my master's land; + Against them ne'er can Rudeger uplift his wanderer's hand." + + +XI + + Then unto the margrave spake Etzel standing near, + "How have you this day help'd us, right noble Rudeger! + When dead in such abundance our bleeding country fill, + More we nothing needed; you've done us grievous ill." + + +XII + + The noble knight made answer, "I own he stirr'd my mood, + Twitting me with the favors (brawler coarse and rude!) + That thy free hand so largely has shower'd upon me here; + But his malicious tattle hath cost the liar dear." + + +XIII + + Then came the fair Queen Kriemhild; she too had seen full well + What from the hero's anger the luckless Hun befell; + And she too mourn'd it deeply; with tears her eyes were wet. + Thus she spake to Rudeger, "How have we ever yet + + +XIV + + "Deserv'd, that you, good Rudeger, should make our anguish more; + Now sure to me and Etzel you've promised o'er and o'er, + That you both life and honor would risk to do us right. + That you're the flower of knighthood, is own'd by every knight. + + +XV + + "Now think upon the homage that once to me you swore, + When to the Rhine, good warrior, King Etzel's suit you bore, + That you would serve me ever to either's dying day. + Ne'er can I need so deeply, that you that vow should pay." + + +XVI + + "Tis true, right noble lady; in this we're not at strife; + I pledg'd, to do you service, my honor and my life, + But my soul to hazard never did I vow. + I brought the princes hither, and must not harm them now." + + +XVII + + Said she, "Remember, Rudeger, the promise thou didst make, + Thy word, thy oath remember that thou would'st vengeance take + On whosoever wrong'd me, and wrong with wrong repay." + Thereto replied the margrave, "I've never said you nay." + + +XVIII + + With that, to beg and pray him the king began as well; + King and queen together both at his feet they fell. + Then might you the good margrave have seen full ill bestead, + And thus in bitterest anguish the faithful hero said. + + +XIX + + "Woe's me the heaven-abandon'd, that I have liv'd to this! + Farewell to all my honors! woe for my first amiss! + My truth--my God-giv'n innocence--must they be both forgot? + Woe's me, O God in heaven! that death relieves me not! + + +XX + + "Which part soe'er I foster, and whichsoe'er I shun, + In either case forsaken is good, and evil done; + But should I side with neither, all would the waverer blame. + Ah! would He deign to guide me, from whom my being came!" + + +XXI + + Still went they on imploring, the king and eke his wife, + Whence many a valiant warrior soon came to lose his life + By the strong hand of Rudeger, and he, too, lastly fell. + So all his tale of sorrow you now shall hear me tell. + + +XXII + + He nothing thence expected but loss and mortal teen. + Fain had he giv'n denial alike to king and queen. + Much fear'd the gentle margrave, if in the stern debate + He slew but one Burgundian, the world would bear him hate. + + +XXIII + + With that, unto King Etzel thus spake the warrior bold, + "Sir king! take back, I pray you, all that of you I hold, + My fiefs, both lands and castles; let none with me remain. + To distant realms, a wanderer, I'll foot it forth again. + + +XXIV + + "Thus stripp'd of all possessions I'll leave at once your land. + Rather my wife and daughter I'll take in either hand, + Than faithless and dishonor'd in hateful strife lie dead. + Ah! to my own destruction I've ta'en your gold so red." + + +XXV + + Thereto replied King Etzel, "Who then will succor me? + My land as well as liegemen, all will I give to thee, + If thou'lt revenge me, Rudeger, and smite my foemen down. + High shalt thou rule with Etzel, and share his kingly crown." + + +XXVI + + Then spake the blameless margrave, "How shall I begin? + To my house I bade them, as guests I took them in, + Set meat and drink before them, they at my table fed, + And my best gifts I gave them;--how can I strike them dead? + + +XXVII + + "The folk ween in their folly that out of fear I shrink. + No! no! on former favors, on ancient bonds I think. + I serv'd the noble princes, I serv'd their followers too, + And knit with them the friendship, I now so deeply rue. + + +XXVIII + + "I to the youthful Giselher my daughter gave of late; + In all the world the maiden could find no fitter mate, + True, faithful, brave, well-nurtur'd, rich, and of high degree; + Young prince yet saw I never so virtue-fraught as he." + + +XXIX + + Then thus bespake him Kriemhild, "Right noble Rudeger + Take pity on our anguish! thou see'st us kneeling here, + The king and me, before thee; both clasp thy honor'd knees. + Sure never host yet feasted such fatal guests as these." + + +XXX + + With that, the noble margrave thus to the queen 'gan say, + "Sure must the life of Rudeger for all the kindness pay, + That you to me, my lady, and my lord the king have done. + For this I'm doom'd to perish, and that ere set of sun. + + +XXXI + + "Full well I know, this morning, my castles and my land + Both will to you fall vacant by stroke of foeman's hand, + And so my wife and daughter I to your grace commend, + And all at Bechlaren, each trusty homeless friend." + + +XXXII + + "Now God," replied King Etzel, "reward thee, Rudeger!" + He and his queen together resum'd their lively cheer. + "From us shall all thy people receive whate'er they need; + Thou too, I trust, this morning thyself wilt fairly speed." + + +XXXIII + + So body and soul to hazard put the blameless man. + Meanwhile the wife of Etzel sorely to weep began. + Said he, "My word I gave you, I'll keep it well to-day. + Woe for my friends, whom Rudeger in his own despite must slay." + + +XXXIV + + With that, straight from King Etzel he went with many a sigh. + Soon his band of heroes found he muster'd nigh. + Said he, "Up now, my warriors! don all your armor bright. + I 'gainst the bold Burgundians must to my sorrow fight." + + +XXXV + + Quick his valiant followers bade their arms be brought. + In a trice th' attendants shields and helms up caught, + And all their glittering harness bore to their masters bold. + Soon to the haughty strangers the sorry news were told. + + +XXXVI + + Arm'd were to see with Rudeger five hundred men of might; + Twelve besides went with him, each a prowest knight, + Who hoped to win them worship on that fierce Rhenish band. + Little thought the warriors, how close was Death at hand. + + +XXXVII + + So to war the margrave under helmet strode; + Sharpest swords his meiny brandish'd as they rode; + Each in hand, bright-flashing, held his shield before. + That saw the dauntless minstrel and seeing sorrow'd sore. + + +XXXVIII + + Then too was by young Giselher his lady's father seen + With helm laced as for battle; "What," thought he, "can he mean? + But naught can mean the margrave but what is just and right." + At the thought full joyous wax'd the youthful knight. + + +XXXIX + + "Well's me with friends so faithful," Sir Giselher 'gan say, + "These, whom by happy fortune we gain'd upon the way. + My late-espoused lady will stand us in good stead. + In sooth it much contents me, that e'er I came to wed." + + +XL + + "I know not what you trust in;" thus the stern minstrel spake; + "Where saw you warriors ever for reconcilement's sake + With helmets laced advancing, and naked swords in hand? + On us will earn Sir Rudeger his castles and his land." + + +XLI + + Scarcely the valiant minstrel his words had utter'd all, + When the noble Rudeger was close before the hall. + His shield, well prov'd in battle, before his feet he laid, + But neither proferr'd service, nor friendly greeting made. + + +XLII + + To those within he shouted, "Look not for succor hence; + Ye valiant Nibelungers, now stand on your defence. + I'd fain have been your comrade; your foe I now must be. + We once were friends together; now from that bond I'm free." + + +XLIII + + The hard-beset Burgundians to hear his words were woe. + Was not a man among them, but sorrow'd, high and low, + That thus a friend and comrade would 'gainst them mingle blows, + When they so much already had suffer'd from their foes. + + +XLIV + + "Now God forbid," said Gunther, "that such a knight as you + To the faith, wherein we trusted, should ever prove untrue, + And turn upon his comrades in such an hour as this. + Ne'er can I think that Rudeger can do so much amiss." + + +XLV + + "I can't go back," said Rudeger, "the deadly die is cast; + I must with you do battle; to that my word is past. + So each of you defend him as he loves his life. + I must perform my promise, so wills King Etzel's wife," + + +XLVI + + Said Gunther, "This renouncement comes all too late to-day. + May God, right noble Rudeger, you for the favors pay + Which you so oft have done us, if e'en unto the end + To those, who ever lov'd you, you show yourself a friend. + + +XLVII + + "Ever shall we be your servants for all you've deign'd to give, + Both I and my good kinsmen, if by your aid we live. + Your precious gifts, fair tokens of love and friendship dear, + Given when you brought us hither, now think of them, good Rudeger!" + + +XLVIII + + "How fain that would I grant you!" the noble knight replied; + "Would that my gifts forever might in your hands abide, + I'd fain in all assist you, that life concerns or fame, + But that I fear, so doing, to get reproach and shame." + + +XLIX + + "Think not of that, good Rudeger," said Gernot, "in such need. + Sure host ne'er guests entreated so well in word or deed, + As you did us, your comrades, when late with you we stay'd. + If hence alive you bring us, 'twill be in full repaid." + + +L + + "Now would to God! Sir Gernot," said Rudeger ill bestead, + "That you were safe in Rhineland, and I with honor dead! + Now must I fight against you to serve your sister's ends. + Sure never yet were strangers entreated worse by friends." + + +LI + + "Sir Rudeger," answer'd Gernot, "God's blessing wait on you + For all your gorgeous presents! your death I sore should rue, + Should that pure virtue perish, which ill the world can spare. + Your sword, which late you gave me, here by my side I wear. + + +LII + + "It never once has failed me in all this bloody fray; + Lifeless beneath its edges many a good champion lay. + Most perfect is its temper; 'tis sharp and strong as bright; + Knight sure a gift so goodly will give no more to knight. + + +LIII + + "Yet, should you not go backward, but turn our foe to-day, + If of the friends around me in hostile mood you slay, + With your own sword, good Rudeger, I need must take your life, + Though you (heaven knows) I pity, and your good and noble wife." + + +LIV + + "Ah! would to heaven, Sir Gernot, that it might e'en be so! + That e'en as you would wish it this matter all might go, + And your good friends 'scape harmless from this abhorred strife! + Then sure should trust in Gernot my daughter and my wife." + + +LV + + With that, the bold Burgundian, fair Uta's youngest, cried, + "Why do you thus, Sir Rudeger? my friends here by my side + All love you, e'en as I do; why kindle strife so wild? + 'Tis ill so soon to widow your late-betrothed child. + + +LVI + + "Should you now and your followers wage war upon me here, + How cruel and unfriendly 'twill to the world appear! + For more than on all others on you I still relied, + And took, through such affiance, your daughter for my bride." + + +LVII + + "Fair king! thy troth remember," the blameless knight 'gan say, + "Should God be pleas'd in safety to send thee hence away. + Let not the maiden suffer for aught that I do ill. + By your own princely virtue vouchsafe her favor still." + + +LVIII + + "That will I do and gladly," the youthful knight replied, + "But should my high-born kinsmen, who here within abide, + Once die by thee, no longer could I thy friend be styl'd; + My constant love 'twould sever from thee and from thy child." + + +LIX + + "Then God have mercy on us!" the valiant margrave said. + At once their shields they lifted, and forward fiercely sped + In the hall of Kriemhild to force the stranger crowd. + Thereat down from the stair-head Sir Hagan shouted loud, + + +LX + + "Tarry yet a little, right noble Rudeger! + I and my lords a moment would yet with you confer; + Thereto hard need compels us, and danger gathering nigh; + What boot were it for Etzel though here forlorn we die? + + +LXI + + "I'm now," pursued Sir Hagan, "beset with grievous care; + The shield that Lady Gotelind gave me late to bear, + Is hewn and all-to broken by many a Hunnish brand. + I brought it fair and friendly hither to Etzel's land. + + +LXII + + "Ah! that to me this favor heaven would be pleas'd to yield + That I might to defend me bear so well-prov'd a shield, + As that, right noble Rudeger, before thee now display'd! + No more should I in battle need then the hauberk's aid." + + +LXIII + + "Fain with the same I'd serve thee to th' height of thy desire, + But that I fear, such proffer might waken Kriemhild's ire. + Still, take it to thee, Hagan, and wield it well in hand. + Ah! might'st thou bring it with thee to thy Burgundian land!" + + +LXIV + + While thus with words so courteous so fair a gift he sped, + The eyes of many a champion with scalding tears were red. + 'Twas the last gift, that buckler, e'er given to comrade dear + By the Lord of Bechlaren, the blameless Rudeger. + + +LXV + + However stern was Hagan, and of unyielding mood, + Still at the gift he melted, which one so great and good + Gave in his last few moments, e'en on the eve of fight, + And with the stubborn warrior mourn'd many a noble knight. + + +LXVI + + "Now God in heaven, good Rudeger, thy recompenser be! + Your like on earth, I'm certain, we never more shall see, + Who gifts so good and gorgeous to homeless wanderers give. + May God protect your virtue, that it may ever live! + + +LXVII + + "Alas! this bloody business!" Sir Hagan then went on, + "We have had to bear much sorrow, and more shall have anon. + Must friend with friend do battle, nor heaven the conflict part?" + The noble margrave answer'd, "That wounds my inmost heart." + + +LXVIII + + "Now for thy gift I'll quit thee, right noble Rudeger! + Whate'er may chance between thee and my bold comrades here, + My hand shall touch thee never amidst the heady fight, + Not e'en if thou should'st slaughter every Burgundian knight." + + +LXIX + + For that to him bow'd courteous the blameless Rudeger. + Then all around were weeping for grief and doleful drear, + Since none th' approaching mischief had hope to turn aside. + The father of all virtue in that good margrave died. + + +LXX + + Then from the house call'd Folker, the minstrel good at need, + "Now that my comrade Hagan has to this truce agreed, + From my hand too, Sir Rudeger, take firm and sure the same. + You've ever well deserv'd it since to this land we came. + + +LXXI + + "For me, most noble margrave! you must a message bear; + These bracelets red were given me late by your lady fair, + To wear at this high festal before the royal Hun. + View them thyself, and tell her that I've her bidding done." + + +LXXII + + "Ah! might it please th' Almighty," Sir Rudeger replied, + "That the margravine hereafter should give you more beside! + Yet doubt not, noble Folker, I'll bear this message fain + To my true love and lady, if e'er we meet again." + + +LXXIII + + So promis'd gentle Rudeger, nor longer dallied yet; + Up his shield he lifted, and forward fiercely set. + He leapt on the Burgundians like a prowest knight; + Many a swift stroke among them he struck to left and right. + + +LXXIV + + Sir Folker and Sir Hagan both from him further stepp'd + According to their promise which faithfully they kept, + But at the stairs were standing warriors so bold and stout, + That Rudeger the battle began with anxious doubt. + + +LXXV + + King Gunther and Sir Gernot in let him force his way + To take his life the surer; stern knights and fierce were they. + Young Giselher kept his distance; e'en yet he look'd for life, + So spar'd, though half unwilling, the father of his wife. + + +LXXVI + + Forward the margrave's warriors leapt with fierce intent; + In their master's footsteps manfully they went. + Sharp-cutting blades they brandish'd as in close fight they strove, + And shiver'd many a buckler, and many a morion clove. + + +LXXVII + + The guests, though faint and weary, dealt many a storm-swift blow + At those of Bechlaren, that deep and smooth did go + To flesh and bone and inward through links of iron weed. + They wrought in that stern struggle full many a doughty deed. + + +LXXVIII + + The noble train of Rudeger now in had enter'd all. + Folker at once and Hagan leapt on them in the hall, + Nor quarter gave to any, but to that single man. + The blood beneath their broadswords down through the helmets ran. + + +LXXIX + + What a fearful clatter of clashing blades there rang! + From shields beneath the buffets how the plates they sprang, + And precious stones unnumber'd rain'd down into the gore. + They fought so fell and furious as man will never more. + + +LXXX + + The Lord of Bechlaren went slashing here and there, + As one who well in battle knew how himself to bear. + Well prov'd the noble Rudeger in that day's bloody fight, + That never handled weapon a more redoubted knight. + + +LXXXI + + On the other side the slaughter Gunther and Gernot led; + They smote in that grim conflict full many a hero dead; + Giselher and Dankwart, little of aught reck'd they; + Full many a prowest champion they brought to his last day. + + +LXXXII + + Well prov'd the fiery margrave his strength and courage too, + His weapon and his harness;--ah! what a host he slew! + That saw a bold Burgundian; his passion mounted high. + Alas for noble Rudeger! e'en then his death drew nigh. + + +LXXXIII + + Loud o'er the din of battle stout Gernot shouted then, + "How now, right noble Rudeger? not one of all my men + Thou'lt leave me here unwounded; in sooth it grieves me sore + To see my friends thus slaughter'd; bear it can I no more. + + +LXXXIV + + "Now must thy gift too surely the giver harm to-day, + Since of my friends so many thy strength has swept away. + So turn about, and face me, thou bold and high-born man! + Thy goodly gift to merit, I'll do the best I can." + + +LXXXV + + Ere through the press the margrave could come Sir Gerno nigh, + Full many a glittering mailcoat was stain'd a bloody die. + Then those fame-greedy champions each fierce on th' other leapt, + And deadly wounds at distance with wary ward they kept. + + +LXXXVI + + So sharp were both their broadswords, resistless was their dint; + Sudden the good Sir Rudeger through th' helmet hard as flint + So struck the noble Gernot, that forth the blood it broke; + With death the stern Burgundian repaid the deadly stroke. + + +LXXXVII + + He heav'd the gift of Rudeger with both his hands on high, + And, to the death though wounded, a stroke at him let fly + Right through both shield and morion; deep was the gash and wide. + At once the lord of Gotelind beneath the swordcut died. + + +LXXXVIII + + In sooth a gift so goodly was worse requited ne'er, + Down dead dropp'd both together, Gernot and Rudeger, + Each slain by th' other's manhood, then prov'd, alas! too well. + Thereat first Sir Hagan furious wax'd and fell. + + +LXXXIX + + Then cried the knight of Trony, "Sure we with ill are cross'd; + Their country and their people in both these chiefs have lost + More than they'll e'er recover;--woe worth this fatal day! + We have here the margrave's meiny, and they for all shall pay." + + +XC + + All struck at one another, none would a foeman spare. + Full many a one, unwounded, down was smitten there, + Who else might have 'scap'd harmless, but now, though whole and sound, + In the thick press was trampled, or in the blood was drown'd. + + +XCI + + "Alas! my luckless brother who here in death lies low! + How every hour I'm living brings some fresh tale of woe! + And ever must I sorrow for the good margrave too. + On both sides dire destruction and mortal ills we rue." + + +XCII + + Soon as the youthful Giselher beheld his brother dead, + Who yet within were lingering by sudden doom were sped. + Death, his pale meiny choosing, dealt each his dreary dole. + Of those of Bechlaren 'scap'd not one living soul. + + +XCIII + + King Gunther and young Giselher, and fearless Hagan, too, + Dankwart as well as Folker, the noble knights and true, + Went where they found together out-stretch'd the valiant twain. + There wept th' assembled warriors in anguish o'er the slain. + + +XCIV + + "Death fearfully despoils us," said youthful Giselher, + "But now give over wailing, and haste to th' open air + To cool our heated hauberks, faint as we are with strife. + God, methinks, no longer will here vouchsafe us life." + + +XCV + + This sitting, that reclining, was seen full many a knight; + They took repose in quiet; around (a fearful sight!) + Lay Rudeger's dead comrades; all was hush'd and still; + From that long dreary silence King Etzel augur'd ill. + + +XCVI + + "Alas for this half friendship!" thus Kriemhild frowning spake, + "If it were true and steadfast, Sir Rudeger would take + Vengeance wide and sweeping on yonder murderous band; + Now back he'll bring them safely to their Burgundian land. + + +XCVII + + "What boot our gifts, King Etzel? Was it, my lord, for this + We gave him all he ask'd us? The chief has done amiss. + He who should have reveng'd us will now a treaty make." + Thereto in answer Folker, the gallant minstrel, spake. + + +XCVIII + + "Not so the truth is, lady! the more the pity, too! + If one the lie might venture to give a dame like you, + Most foully 'gainst the margrave you've lied, right noble queen! + Sore trick'd in that same treaty he and his men have been. + + +XCIX + + "With such good-will the margrave his king's commands obey'd, + That he and all his meiny dead on this floor are laid. + Now look about you, Kriemhild! for servants seek anew; + Well were you serv'd by Rudeger; he to the death was true. + + +C + + "The fact, if still you're doubting, before your eyes we'll bring." + 'Twas done e'en of set purpose her heart the more to wring. + They brought the mangled margrave, where Etzel saw him well. + Th' assembled knights of Hungary such utter anguish ne'er befell. + + +CI + + When thus held high before them they saw the margrave dead, + Sure by the choicest writer could ne'er be penn'd nor said + The woful burst of wailing from woman and eke from man, + That from the heart's deep sorrow to strike all ears began. + + +CII + + Above his weeping people King Etzel sorrow'd sore; + His deep-voiced wail resounded loud as the lion's roar + In the night-shaded desert; the like did Kriemhild too; + They mourn'd in heart for Rudeger, the valiant and the true. + + + + +THIRTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE + +HOW SIR DIETRICH'S MEN WERE ALL SLAIN + + +I + + The cry of lamentation now spread so far around + That tower and hall and palace rang with the rueful sound. + A certain Berner heard it, the noble Dietrich's man. + To tell the bloody tidings, how swift away he ran! + + +II + + Then thus the prince bespake he, "Sir Dietrich, hear my tale; + Surely heard I never such wild and woful wail, + As in my ears is ringing, through all the life I've past. + The king himself, I doubt not, has join'd the feast at last. + + +III + + "Why else should such loud sorrow through all the people spread? + The king, or Lady Kriemhild, or both of them are dead, + By those redoubted strangers laid low through fell despite; + So weeping and so wailing is many a courtly knight." + + +IV + + Then outspake the Berner, "My merrymen every one, + Now be not over-hasty; what has e'en now been done + By those home-distant champions, through hard constraint befell. + I proffer'd them my service, now let it boot them well." + + +V + + Quick then spake Sir Wolfhart, "Straight I'll thither run, + And inquire the tidings, what the guests have done, + Then, my good lord, will tell you, when I there have been + And of the truth possess'd me, what all this wail may mean." + + +VI + + Thereto replied Sir Dietrich, "When the heart is gall, + Should reckless, rough inquiries just then perchance befall, + Wrath's yet glowing embers flame up with ease anew. + I would not have the question, good Wolfhart, ask'd by you." + + +VII + + Then turn'd he to Sir Helfrich, and bade him speed his best, + And either from Hungarian or from stranger guest + Learn what had really happen'd, that so their grief had stirr'd. + Ne'er had in any country so wild a wail been heard. + + +VIII + + The messenger 'gan question, "Why what has here been done?" + "Oh! we are lost forever!" straight replied a Hun. + "All joy's forever vanish'd, that cheer'd King Etzel's reign. + Here lies the noble Rudeger, by yon Burgundians slain. + + +IX + + "Of those who enter'd with him return'd no living soul," + At the words stood Helfrich struck dumb with mortal dole. + Tale of such deep horror never met his ear. + The messenger to Dietrich went back with many a tear. + + +X + + "What are the news you bring us?" cried Dietrich at the sight, + "Why do you weep so bitterly, Sir Helfrich, noble knight?" + "Alas!" exclaim'd the champion, "well may I weep and plain; + The hands of yon Burgundians good Rudeger have slain." + + +XI + + "Now God forbid!" cried Dietrich, "that could I ne'er have ween'd; + Sure 'twere a fearful vengeance, and sport for the foul fiend. + How at their hands had Rudeger deserv'd so sad an end? + Full well I know, those strangers had ne'er so firm a friend." + + +XII + + Then answer made Sir Wolfhart, "If they this deed have done, + Their lives shall pay the forfeit; die shall they every one. + 'Twould be to our dishonor, should we such outrage bear. + Oft we have had good service from noble Rudeger." + + +XIII + + The lord of th' Amelungers yet more to know was bent. + Down sat he at a window anxious and ill content; + Then Hildebrand straight bade he haste to the strangers bold, + And what had really happen'd from their own lips be told. + + +XIV + + A well-approved warrior was master Hildebrand, + Yet took he, on his message, nor shield nor sword in hand, + For all in peaceful fashion to seek the guests he meant. + His sister's son beheld it with angry discontent. + + +XV + + Then sternly spake grim Wolfhart, "If thus unarm'd you go, + Naught but reproach and insult can hap from such a foe. + With outrage and dishonor needs must you hither back; + But if you're seen in harness, you'll find the foremost slack." + + +XVI + + So th' old and wise took counsel of the foolish and the young. + Ere he could don his armor, theirs on in haste had flung + All the knights of Dietrich; each shook his naked blade. + Sore it irk'd the warrior; full fain had he renounced such aid. + + +XVII + + Whither would they, inquir'd he--"Thither, good knight with you; + What if o'erweening Hagan, to his ill habit true, + So much the worse upon you his spite and scorn should vent." + When this was told the champion, he could not but consent. + + +XVIII + + Soon as the valiant Folker saw sheath'd in armor bright + The flower of Bern advancing, Sir Dietrich's men of might, + Bucklers all uplifting, girded all with swords, + Ready notice gave he to his Burgundian lords. + + +XIX + + Thus spake the fearless minstrel, "On this, my lords, advise; + There see I Dietrich's Berners come on in hostile guise, + All helmeted and harnessed;--they'll fight us, well I know. + With us forlorn and friendless ill now, I ween, 'twill go." + + +XX + + Scarce had he done speaking, when Hildebrand came on. + Before his feet the warrior set down his shield anon, + And thus began his question to put to Gunther's crew; + "Alas! ye valiant heroes, what has Rudeger done to you? + + +XXI + + "I come from my lord Dietrich, from you the truth to gain, + If any here among you with bloody hand has slain + The good and noble margrave, as some to us declare. + Such weight of mortal sorrow were more than we could bear." + + +XXII + + "The woful news," said Hagan, "cannot be denied; + Would for the sake of Rudeger your messenger had lied, + And yet the chief were living! 'tis all too true a tale; + For the good knight must ever both man and woman wail." + + +XXIII + + Soon as the knights of Dietrich heard he indeed was dead, + As love and truth impell'd them, they wailed drearihead. + Bitter tears forth gushing beard and chin ran o'er; + Such deep remorse for Rudeger in their inmost hearts they bore. + + +XXIV + + A duke of Bern, Sir Siegstab, sighing then began, + "So comes to end the kindness, wherewith this blameless man, + After our days of sorrow, reliev'd our woe and pain. + Here the poor exile's comfort lies by you heroes slain." + + +XXV + + Next him, the Amelunger, the good Sir Wolfwine, said, + "If I saw to-day my father before me lying dead, + More I could not sorrow e'en for such a life. + Alas! who now can comfort the gentle margrave's wife?" + + +XXVI + + Then spake in storm of passion Wolfhart the moody knight, + "Who now will harnessed warriors lead to so many a fight, + As oft has done the margrave, and to our foemen's cost, + Alas! right noble Rudeger, that thee we thus have lost!" + + +XXVII + + Sir Wolfbrand and Sir Helfrich and eke Sir Helmnot shed + True tears, with all their comrades, for him who there lay dead. + Old Hildebrand through sobbing could not inquire the rest; + Said he, "Go to, ye warriors, perform my lord's request. + + +XXVIII + + "Give us the corpse of Rudeger from out yon reeking hall; + So pale and dead lies with him the comfort of us all; + And let us now requite him for all he e'er has done + To us of his great kindness, and besides to many a one. + + +XXIX + + "We ourselves are exiles like blameless Rudeger. + Wherefore would you delay us? Him hence then let us bear, + And pay him every honor now that he dead is laid. + Such unto the living we gladlier would have paid." + + +XXX + + Thereto replied King Gunther, "Service so good is none, + As after death, Sir Hildebrand, to friend by friend is done. + That, whosoe'er performs it, firm steadfast faith I call. + You pay him as is fitting, for well he serv'd you all." + + +XXXI + + "How long must we be waiting?" cried Wolfhart proud and high; + "Since our choicest comfort you have done to die, + And we no more can have him amongst us safe and sound, + Let us take him forthwith hence to the burial ground." + + +XXXII + + "None here will fetch him to you," the minstrel answer gave; + "Enter the hall and take him, where lifeless lies the brave, + Deep gash'd with gaping death-wounds, as in the blood he fell. + 'Tis all you can do for him, and thus you'll serve him well." + + +XXXIII + + "Sir gleeman," said fierce Wolfhart, "you've done us grievous ill. + God knows, that you had better not move us further still. + But for my lord's injunctions, you'd be in evil plight; + Now we must pass it over; forbidd'n are we to fight." + + +XXXIV + + Then spake the fiery minstrel, "His courage is but small, + Who, soon as one forbids him, would fain pass over all. + Such can I never reckon the mood of a true knight." + His comrade's words Sir Hagan approv'd as just and right. + + +XXXV + + "Persist not to provoke me," said Wolfhart, "or full soon + Your strings, without your leave too, I'll put so out of tune, + You'll have enough to talk of on your journey hence. + No longer I with honor will bear your insolence." + + +XXXVI + + Straight replied the minstrel, "Sir knight, howe'er you may + Put my strings out of order and spoil my viol's play, + This hand shall first dim sadly our helmets brilliancy, + However chance may bring me back to fair Burgundy." + + +XXXVII + + With that the furious Wolfhart had leapt upon him fain, + But Hildebrand, his uncle, still held him back amain. + "Thy silly rage would drive thee, I ween, to draw the sword, + And so thou'dst lose forever the favor of my lord." + + +XXXVIII + + "Let loose the lion, master, that storms so fierce and proud. + If I can only reach him," the minstrel shouted loud, + "Though all the world together his prowess may have slain, + I'll strike him such a swordstroke, he'll ne'er reply again." + + +XXXIX + + By this the Berner's fury was kindled to the height. + His shield at once before him held Wolfhart the swift knight. + Forward, like a wild lion, he darted to th' attack. + A crowd of nimble followers cluster'd at his back. + + +XL + + But swift as was the warrior, and swift as was his band, + First at the foot of the staircase was aged Hildebrand. + None would he have before him where'er a field was fought. + Soon among the strangers found they what they sought. + + +XLI + + Straight upon Sir Hagan leapt Master Hildebrand; + The sword you might hear clatter in either champion's hand. + Well might you note their fury by many a sturdy stroke. + From their clashing broadswords a fire-red blast there broke. + + +XLII + + Soon were they swept asunder by th' heady stream of fight; + 'Twas done by the fierce Berners hurtling in their might. + So from grim Sir Hagan turn'd off that aged man. + Wolfhart meanwhile in fury at valiant Folker ran. + + +XLIII + + On the good helm the minstrel he smote with fell intent, + So that the edge, descending, e'en to the beaver went. + That stroke the forceful gleeman repaid with such a blow, + As sent the sturdy Wolfhart tottering to and fro. + + +XLIV + + They clash'd, that from the hauberks sparks were seen to start, + Either bore the other deadly hate at heart. + A Berner then, Sir Wolfwine, parted that stormy fight. + Who on such deed could venture, was sure a prowest knight. + + +XLV + + The noble king, Sir Gunther, with frank and willing hand + Met the renowned champions of th' Amelungers' land. + Then, too, the good Sir Giselher himself so knightly bore, + That he made the polish'd morions red and wet with gore. + + +XLVI + + Dankwart, Hagan's brother, was a champion grim. + Whate'er on Etzel's meiny had late been wrought by him, + A puff was to the tempest that now to rise began; + So furiously did battle the son of Aldrian. + + +XLVII + + Ritschart as well as Gerbart, Helfrich and Wichart, too, + Spared themselves but seldom with bloody work to do; + This in the fierce hurly to Gunther's men they show'd. + Into the strife Sir Wolfbrand like a noble warrior strode. + + +XLVIII + + Then, as though he were frantic, fought aged Hildebrand. + Many a good knight, o'ermaster'd by Wolfhart's stalwart hand + Into the blood, death-stricken, beneath his broadsword fell. + Thus the bold knights of Dietrich reveng'd the margrave well. + + +XLIX + + Then, as his courage mov'd him, the good Sir Siegstab strove; + Ah! how the glittering morions of his stern foes he clove + In that tempestuous conflict, Sir Dietrich's sister's son! + Amidst the storm of battle ne'er had he better done. + + +L + + The valiant minstrel Folker, soon as he espied + A bloody brook forth gushing as Siegstab fiercely plied + His sword upon the hauberks, in a storm of rage was tossed; + Furious he leapt upon him; at once Sir Siegstab lost + + +LI + + His life by that stern minstrel, who, to the warrior's ill, + Proof gave him so resistless of his surpassing skill, + That at a stroke before him down fell dead the knight. + Him straight revenged Sir Hildebrand, as well beseem'd his might. + + +LII + + "Ah, my dear lord!" in anguish cried Master Hildebrand, + "Dost thou then here lie lifeless by Folker's bloody hand? + But hence, be sure, shall never this minstrel scathless go." + However could noble Hildebrand rush fiercer on a foe? + + +LIII + + At once so smote he Folker with weapon sharp and true, + That to the walls on all sides a shower of shivers flew + From helm and eke from buckler like chaff before the blast. + Thereby the sturdy Folker came to his end at last. + + +LIV + + At that, the men of Dietrich rush'd on from every side. + They slash'd, that links of hauberk went whirling far and wide, + And the snapp'd sword-points flicker'd with momentary gleam; + They drew from out the morions the smoking bloody stream. + + +LV + + Soon Hagan spied Sir Folker dead on the reeking floor; + Ne'er had he felt such anguish throughout the feast before + For kinsman lost or liegeman, as then his bosom shook. + Alas! for his slain comrade what dire revenge he took! + + +LVI + + "Ne'er from me shall scathless go aged Hildebrand. + My helpmate lies before me, slain by the hero's hand. + Never had I comrade so valiant and so true." + He rais'd his shield, and forward slashing and hewing flew. + + +LVII + + Just then the stalwart Helfrich slew Dankwart the good knight; + Gunther as well as Giselher, woe were they at the sight, + When down he fell, and, writhing, out panted his last breath. + He with his sword beforehand had well reveng'd his death. + + +LVIII + + What crowds soe'er had thither muster'd from many a land, + Beneath right puissant princes against their little band, + Weren't not that Christian people conspir'd to work their fall, + Their prowess well had kept them against the heathens all. + + +LIX + + Meanwhile redoubted Wolfhart rush'd fiercely to and fro, + King Gunther's men down hewing with oft-repeated blow. + Thrice through that place of slaughter he cut his bloody way. + Before, behind, around him the dead and dying lay. + + +LX + + With that, the young Sir Giselher to the stern warrior cried, + "Woe's me that I should ever so fierce a foe abide! + Noble knight and fearless, turn thee now to me. + I'll help to end this matter; it must no longer be." + + +LXI + + Wolfhart turn'd on Giselher soon as thus defied; + Each in that grim battle wounds cut gaping wide. + Upon the king fierce rushing so forcefully he sped, + The blood beneath his trampling flew high above his head. + + +LXII + + The bold son of fair Uta with many a rapid blow + Received the furious onset of his redoubted foe; + Huge as was Wolfhart's puissance, boot it none could bring. + Ne'er was so brave a battle fought by so young a king. + + +LXIII + + At last through the good hauberk he smote Sir Dietrich's man, + That the blood, out-spurting, down in a torrent ran. + So to the death he wounded that high o'erweening one. + 'Twas sure a peerless champion who such a deed had done. + + +LXIV + + Soon as fearless Wolfhart felt the deadly pain, + Down he dropp'd his buckler; with fierce hand amain + His huge sharp-cutting broadsword higher he heav'd in air; + Through helm at once and hauberk then smote he Giselher. + + +LXV + + So they one another both of their lives bereft. + Now of all Dietrich's liegemen not a soul was left. + Hildebrand, the aged, dead saw Wolfhart fall; + Among his long life's sorrows that was the worst of all. + + +LXVI + + There in that hall of slaughter dead lay King Gunther's train, + Dead too the men of Dietrich. Sir Hildebrand amain + Ran where redoubted Wolfhart fall'n in the blood he found, + And cast his arms about him to lift him from the ground. + + +LXVII + + He drove his dying nephew forth from the house to bear, + But found his weight too mighty; he needs must leave him there. + Then from the blood the wounded a clouded glance upcast; + He saw that fain his uncle had help'd him at the last. + + +LXVIII + + Then spake the fainting warrior, "Dear uncle, kind and true, + No more can it avail me whatever you can do. + But Oh! beware of Hagan; this seems me good to tell. + Heart had never champion so furious and so fell. + + +LXIX + + "And if my loving kinsmen would sorrow o'er my clay, + This to the best and nearest, dear uncle, of me say, + That I need no lamenting, that tears were better dried, + That 'twas a king that slew me, and gloriously I died. + + +LXX + + "Besides, in this wild slaughter I've sold my life so dear, + That many a knight's pale lady 'twill cost full many a tear. + If any ask the question, straight let the truth be shown. + Here lie at least a hundred slain by this hand alone." + + +LXXI + + Just then redoubted Hagan upon the gleeman thought, + Whom the good knight Sir Hildebrand so late to death had brought. + Thus he bespake the conqueror, "You for my grief shall pay; + Of many a valiant champion you've robb'd us here to-day." + + +LXXII + + So struck he then at Hildebrand, that all at once might hear + 'Twas Balmung there was sounding, the sword that he whilere + Had ta'en from noble Siegfried when he the hero slew. + Well was his onset warded by the graybeard stout and true. + + +LXXIII + + Sir Dietrich's aged liegeman the fearful stroke repaid + With one that show'd, that he, too, wielded a griding blade; + Still from the man of Gunther no drop of blood he drew. + Sir Hagan with a second cut his good hauberk through. + + +LXXIV + + Soon as aged Hildebrand felt the sharp gash aright, + He look'd for worse, by waiting, from Hagan's stormy might; + So o'er his back his buckler straight threw Sir Dietrich's man, + And swift, though sorely wounded, away from Hagan ran. + + +LXXV + + Now not a man was living of that Burgundian train + Gunther except, and Hagan, these the sole breathing twain. + Old Hildebrand thence hasted, with blood all dabbled o'er, + And to the noble Dietrich his sorry tidings bore. + + +LXXVI + + Apart he found him sitting, solemn and sad of cheer; + What more might move his sorrow the prince had yet to hear. + Straight Hildebrand beheld he clad in his bloody mail; + He ask'd him of his tidings, yet fear'd to hear his tale. + + +LXXVII + + "Now tell me, Master Hildebrand, what brings you here so wet + With life-blood? Who has done it? What mischief have you met? + I fear, you have been fighting in th' hall with yonder guests; + I earnestly forbade it; you should have kept your lord's behests." + + +LXXVIII + + Straight his lord he answer'd, "'Twas Hagan did it all; + This wound, that so is bleeding, he gave me in the hall, + As from the knight I turn'd me, and would have left the strife. + Scarce from that very devil have I escaped with life." + + +LXXIX + + Him thus the Berner answer'd, "This mishap's your due; + You heard me promise friendship to yonder knightly crew, + And yet the peace I gave them you have presum'd to break, + Were it not beneath me, your life for it I'd take." + + +LXXX + + "Nay, my good Lord Dietrich, be not so wroth of mood; + To me and mine already has too much loss accrued. + We wish'd the noble Rudeger to take from where he died; + We ask'd the men of Gunther, and proudly were denied." + + +LXXXI + + "Woe's me for this misfortune! Is Rudeger then dead? + Him must I wail forever; now I indeed am sped. + Woe for the Lady Gotelind! My cousin's child is she. + Woe, too, for the poor orphans that at Bechlaren be!" + + +LXXXII + + The margrave's death impress'd him with pity and ruth so deep, + He could refrain no longer, but straight began to weep. + "Alas! My faithful comrade! Such loss I needs must rue. + Ne'er can I cease bewailing King Etzel's liegeman true. + + +LXXXIII + + "Come now, Master Hildebrand, the truth discover plain, + Tell me, who's the champion, who has the margrave slain." + Said he, "'Twas noble Gernot whose strength the margrave sped; + He by the hand of Rudeger in turn was stricken dead." + + +LXXXIV + + Then thus replied Sir Dietrich, "Thither will I anon; + So go and tell my warriors their armor straight to don, + And bid my glittering hauberk be brought me instantly; + I myself will question yon knights of Burgundy." + + +LXXXV + + Then spake Master Hildebrand, "Whom would you have me call? + Of those who yet are living you see before you all; + I'm now your only soldier, the others they are dead." + Sore shudder'd then Sir Dietrich for dole and drearihead. + + +LXXXVI + + In all the world such ruin did ne'er the knight befall. + Said he, "If they have slaughtered my liegemen one and all, + Then I'm of God forgotten. Poor Dietrich! Lost am I, + Who was a king but lately so haughty and so high." + + +LXXXVII + + Then further spake the champion, "But how could this have passed? + How could such puissant warriors have perish'd to the last + By battle-wearied foemen, fainting and need-beset? + Sure, but through my ill-fortune they had been living yet. + + +LXXXVIII + + "Since my hard fate condemns me to suffer every ill, + Tell me, of those grim strangers if one be living still." + Then answer'd Master Hildebrand, "God knows, their lives not one, + Save Hagan and King Gunther; the rest their course have run." + + +LXXXIX + + "Ah! woe is me, dear Wolfhart; since thou from me art torn, + Well may it repent me that ever I was born. + Siegstab, Wolfwine, and Wolfbrand, my true and trusty band! + Who back can ever help me to th' Amelungers' land? + + +XC + + "The danger-daring Helfrich, his doom has he too met? + Gerbart and valiant Wichart, how can I these forget? + My friends are dead together; who so bereft as I? + Ah! woe is me, that wretches of grief can never die." + + + + +THIRTY-NINTH ADVENTURE + +HOW GUNTHER AND HAGAN AND KRIEMHILD WERE SLAIN + + +I + + Then took the good Sir Dietrich himself his mail in hand; + His ready aid to arm him gave aged Hildebrand. + Such piteous moan then made he the while, that mighty man, + That with his voice of thunder the house to ring began. + + +II + + Yet soon did he recover his high heroic mood. + In wrath he donn'd his harness, and ready now he stood. + A shield of prov'd allowance he grasp'd in his strong hand, + And thence in haste forth sallied with Master Hildebrand. + + +III + + Then spake the Knight of Trony, "I yonder see come on + With sturdy strides Sir Dietrich; he'll fight with us anon + To venge his slaughter'd kinsmen whom we have done to die. + To-day shall all bear witness, who best his sword can ply. + + +IV + + "Howe'er himself may value the haughty Lord of Bern, + Though ne'er so stout of body, of mood though ne'er so stern, + If us for our late doings he now attempt to quit, + He'll find in me," said Hagan, "an equal opposite." + + +V + + Dietrich as well as Hildebrand the words of Hagan caught; + He came, and close together the twain, whom here he sought, + Outside the house and leaning against the wall he found. + Sir Dietrich straight his buckler set down upon the ground. + + +VI + + With anguish deep impassion'd the warrior thus began, + "Why have you thus entreated a wandering banish'd man? + What have I done, King Gunther, that you should serve me so? + I'm reft of all my comfort, all at a single blow. + + +VII + + "It seem'd you all too little, that to our loss and pain + By your hands our comrade, good Rudeger, was slain; + And now you have bereft me my warriors every one. + I, sure, to you, ye heroes, such wrong would ne'er have don. + + +VIII + + "Think of yourselves, your sorrow, your long disastrous toil, + The death of your brave comrades in this abhorred broil, + If to the dust with anguish it bows your lofty cheer. + Ah! how my heart is bleeding for the death of Rudeger! + + +IX + + "In all the world before us such horror ne'er befell. + On me you've brought destruction and on yourselves as well. + All joys I had whatever, by you they all lie slain; + Ne'er for his slaughtered kinsmen can Dietrich cease to plain." + + +X + + "Nay," replied Sir Hagan, "we're not so much to blame; + To this house in harness your eager warriors came, + In one broad band advancing, embattled fierce and bold. + The truth, methinks, Sir Dietrich, you've not been fairly told." + + +XI + + "How can I doubt the story? I heard from Hildebrand, + That, when my trusty comrades of th' Amelungers' land + Begg'd that the corpse of Rudeger you'd give them from the hall, + They met with proud denial and mannerless scoffs withal." + + +XII + + The Lord of Rhine then answer'd, "They sought to carry out + The corpse of noble Rudeger; I, not from wish to flout + Them, but in scorn of Etzel, what they desired, denied; + Then in a moment Wolfhart began to chafe and chide." + + +XIII + + Thereto replied the Berner, "Well then! so must it be. + Now by thy gentle breeding, King Gunther, list to me; + For all the harm thou'st done me such satisfaction make + As thou may'st give with honor, and I with honor take. + + +XIV + + "Yield thee to me a captive, thou and thy valiant man, + And surely I'll defend thee with all the strength I can + From whatso'er against thee the vengeful Huns may do, + And never shalt thou find me but faithful, kind, and true." + + +XV + + "Now God in Heaven forbid it!" redoubted Hagan cried; + "Never to thee shall yield them two knights of mettle tried, + Who yet in their good harness unfettered stand and free, + Ready to bid defiance to their foes, whoe'er they be." + + +XVI + + "You ought not to deny me," Sir Dietrich answer made, + "King Gunther and Sir Hagan; on my heart and soul you've laid + Such overwhelming sorrow as you can ne'er requite, + And, if amends you make me, you yield me but my right. + + +XVII + + "My faith, besides, I'll give you, and my assuring hand, + That back I will ride with you to your Burgundian land, + And bring you thither safely, or die with you along, + And for your sakes forever forget my grievous wrong." + + +XVIII + + "Demand of us no further," return'd Sir Hagan bold; + "Ill would it become us, if it ever should be told, + That two knights of such worship yielded at once to thee; + For at thy side, save Hildebrand, there's not a soul to see." + + +XIX + + Then spake Master Hildebrand, "God, Sir Hagan, knows, + My lord's your true well-wisher; he treats you not as foes. + E'en now the hour is coming, his terms you'll gladly take. + Th' amends, that he proposes, you'd better frankly make. + + +XX + + "So would I do far sooner," Sir Hagan made reply, + "Than ever from a palace so like a coward fly, + As you did, Master Hildebrand, but lately here in place. + I thought, i' faith, you better an opposite could face." + + +XXI + + To him made answer Hildebrand, "Why twit you me with that? + Who was 't that by the Waskstone upon a buckler sat, + While of his kin so many the Spaniard Walter slew? + Look to your own shortcomings; you'll have enough to do." + + +XXII + + Then spake the good Sir Dietrich, "Ill fits it warriors bold + Like two testy beldams to squabble and to scold. + I charge you, Master Hildebrand, urge this discourse no more. + I'm now a lonely wanderer; my sorrow whelms me o'er. + + +XXIII + + "Now let me know, Sir Hagan," he thus pursued his speech, + "What your two active champions were saying each to each, + When thus equipp'd for battle you mark'd me drawing nigh. + Was it not, that you against me alone your strength would try?" + + +XXIV + + "Neither of us denies it," thus Hagan sternly spoke, + "I'd fain straight make the trial with many a sturdy stroke, + Unless this my good weapon, the sword of Nibelung, break. + I'm wroth that you of both of us expect a prize to make." + + +XXV + + Soon as heard Sir Dietrich what grim Hagan thought, + Up to him his buckler quick the warrior caught. + How swift against him Hagan down the staircase dash'd! + Loud on the mail of Dietrich the sword of Nibelung clash'd. + + +XXVI + + Well knew the noble Dietrich how fierce and fell a knight + Was standing now against him; so warily the fight + 'Gainst those tempestuous sword-strokes wag'd the good lord of Bern, + The strength and skill of Hagan he had not now to learn. + + +XXVII + + He fear'd, too, mighty Balmung as down it swept amain; + Yet at times Sir Dietrich with craft would strike again, + Till that to sink before him he brought his foeman strong; + A fearful wound he gave him that was both deep and long. + + +XXVIII + + Sir Dietrich then bethought him, "Thou'rt faint and ill bestead; + I should win little worship, were I to strike thee dead. + I'll make a different trial, if thou can'st now be won + By main force for a pris'ner." With wary heed 'twas done. + + +XXIX + + Down he threw his buckler; wondrous was his might; + He his arms resistless threw round Trony's knight. + So was by his stronger the man of strength subdued. + Thereat the noble Gunther remain'd in mournful mood. + + +XXX + + His vanquish'd foe Sir Dietrich bound in a mighty band, + And led him thence to Kriemhild, and gave into her hand + The best and boldest champion that broadsword ever bore. + She after all her anguish felt comfort all the more. + + +XXXI + + For joy the queen inclin'd her before the welcome guest; + "Sir Knight! in mind and body heaven keep thee ever blessed! + By thee all my long sorrows are shut up in delight. + Ever, if death prevent not, thy service I'll requite." + + +XXXII + + "Fair and noble Kriemhild," thus Sir Dietrich spake, + "Spare this captive warrior, who full amends will make + For all his past transgressions; him here in bonds you see; + Revenge not on the fetter'd th' offences of the free." + + +XXXIII + + With that she had Sir Hagan to durance led away, + Where no one could behold him, where under lock he lay. + Meanwhile the fierce King Gunther shouted loud and strong, + "Whither is gone the Berner? he hath done me grievous wrong." + + +XXXIV + + Straight, at the call, to meet him Sir Dietrich swiftly went. + Huge was the strength of Gunther, and deadly his intent. + There he no longer dallied; from th' hall he forward ran; + Sword clash'd with sword together, as man confronted man. + + +XXXV + + Howe'er renown'd was Dietrich, and train'd in combat well, + Yet Gunther fought against him so furious and so fell, + And bore him hate so deadly, now friendless left and lone, + It seem'd past all conceiving, how Dietrich held his own. + + +XXXVI + + Both were of mighty puissance, and neither yielded ground; + Palace and airy turret rung with their strokes around, + As their swift swords descending their temper'd helmets hew'd + Well there the proud King Gunther display'd his manly mood. + + +XXXVII + + "Yet him subdued the Berner," as Hagan erst befell; + Seen was the blood of the warrior forth through his mail to well + Beneath the fatal weapon that Dietrich bore in fight. + Tir'd as he was, still Gunther had kept him like a knight. + + +XXXVIII + + So now at length the champion was bound by Dietrich there, + How ill soe'er it fitteth a king such bonds to bear. + Gunther and his fierce liegeman if he had left unbound, + He ween'd they'd deal destruction on all, whome'er they found. + + +XXXIX + + Then by the hand Sir Dietrich took the champion good, + And in his bonds thence led him to where fair Kriemhild stood. + She cried, "Thou'rt welcome, Gunther, hero of Burgundy." + "Now God requite you, Kriemhild, if you speak lovingly." + + +XL + + Said he, "I much should thank you, and justly, sister dear, + If true affection prompted the greeting which I hear; + But, knowing your fierce temper, proud queen, too well I see, + Such greeting is a mocking of Hagan and of me." + + +XLI + + Then said the noble Berner, "High-descended dame, + Ne'er have been brought to bondage knights of such peerless fame, + As those, whom you, fair lady, now from your servant take. + Grant these forlorn and friendless fair treatment for my sake." + + +XLII + + She said, she fain would do so; then from the captive pair + With weeping eyes Sir Dietrich retir'd and left them there. + Straight a bloody vengeance wreak'd Etzel's furious wife + On those redoubted champions, and both bereft of life. + + +XLIII + + In dark and dismal durance them kept apart the queen, + So that from that hour neither was by the other seen, + Till that at last to Hagan her brother's head she bore. + On both she took with vengeance as tongue ne'er told before. + + +XLIV + + To the cell of Hagan eagerly she went; + Thus the knight bespake she, ah! with what fell intent! + "Wilt thou but return me what thou from me hast ta'en, + Back thou may'st go living to Burgundy again." + + +XLV + + Then spake grim-visag'd Hagan, "You throw away your prayer, + High-descended lady; I took an oath whilere, + That, while my lords were living, or of them only one, + I'd ne'er point out the treasure; thus 'twill be given to none." + + +XLVI + + Well knew the subtle Hagan, she ne'er let him 'scape. + Ah! when did ever falsehood assume so foul a shape? + He fear'd, that, soon as ever the queen his life had ta'en, + She then would send her brother to Rhineland back again. + + +XLVII + + "I'll make an end, and quickly," Kriemhild fiercely spake. + Her brother's life straight bade she in his dungeon take. + Off his head was smitten; she bore it by the hair + To the Lord of Trony; such sight he well could spare. + + +XLVIII + + Awhile in gloomy sorrow he view'd his master's head; + Then to remorseless Kriemhild thus the warrior said; + "E'en to thy wish this business thou to an end hast brought, + To such an end, moreover, as Hagan ever thought. + + +XLIX + + "Now the brave King Gunther of Burgundy is dead; + Young Giselher and eke Gernot alike with him are sped; + So now, where lies the treasure, none knows save God and me, + And told shall it be never, be sure, she-fiend! to thee." + + +L + + Said she, "Ill hast thou quitted a debt so deadly scored; + At least in my possession I'll keep my Siegfried's sword. + My lord and lover bore it, when last I saw him go. + For him woe wrung my bosom, that pass'd all other woe." + + +LI + + Forth from the sheath she drew it; that could not he prevent; + At once to slay the champion was Kriemhild's stern intent. + High with both hands she heav'd it, and off his head did smite + That was seen of King Etzel; he shudder'd at the sight. + + +LII + + "Ah!" cried the prince impassion'd, "Harrow and wellaway! + That the hand of a woman the noblest knight should slay, + That e'er struck stroke in battle, or ever buckler bore! + Albeit I was his foeman, needs must I sorrow sore." + + +LIII + + Then said the aged Hildebrand, "Let not her boast of gain, + In that by her contrivance this noble chief was slain. + Though to sore strait he brought me, let ruin on me light, + But I will take full vengeance for Trony's murdered knight." + + +LIV + + Hildebrand, the aged, fierce on Kriemhild sprung; + To the death he smote her as his sword he swung. + Sudden and remorseless he his wrath did wreak. + What could then avail her, her fearful thrilling shriek? + + +LV + + There now the dreary corpses stretch'd all around were seen: + There lay, hewn in pieces, the fair and noble queen. + Sir Dietrich and King Etzel, their tears began to start; + For kinsmen and for vassals each sorrow'd in his heart. + + +LVI + + The mighty and the noble there lay together dead; + For this had all the people dole and drearihead. + The feast of royal Etzel was thus shut up in woe. + Pain in the steps of Pleasure treads ever here below. + + +LVII + + 'Tis more than I can tell you what afterward befell, + Save that there was weeping for friends belov'd so well; + Knights and squires, dames and damsels, were seen lamenting all. + So here I end my story. This is THE NIBELUNGERS' FALL. + + + + +NOTES + + +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, _der Nibelunge +liet_, the lay of the Nibelungs, while the better manuscripts for _liet_ +read _not_, calamity. The word Nibelung is a patronymic from _nebel_, +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 _Nibelunger_, 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 _Amelunger_. + + +FIRST ADVENTURE + +(St. VI.) The famous city of Worms derived its name, according to one +tradition, from the _Lindwurm_, 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. + +(St. XIII.) Lachmann's First Lay begins here, and ends with St. +LXXXVIII, Second Adventure. + +(St. XVII.) _Liebe_, here, is not _Love_, but _Joy_, _Pleasure_. See +Lachmann's Treatise on the Original Form of the Poem, p. 91. + + +SECOND ADVENTURE + +(St. XIII.) _Swertdegne_ are young noble squires destined for +knighthood. The _manic richer kneht_ of St. XXXIV are also squires, the +same as the _edeln knehte_ at the end of the poem. The mere _knehte_ +were an inferior class, like our yeomen. Nine thousand of these last +accompanied Gunther to Etzel's court, and were entertained apart. + + +THIRD ADVENTURE + +(St. V.) _Make_, an old form for _mate_. Spenser has among other +passages + + And of fair Britomart ensample take, + That was as true in love as turtle to her make. + + "Faerie Queene," III, ii. 2. + +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. + +(St. XXVII.) Lachmann observes on the third verse: "This verse cannot be +explained from our Lays (_i.e._, 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. + +(St. LI.) 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 Daedalus; his skill in his art exhibits him as a rival of +Vulcan; his grandfather Wiking, like Ulysses, "_aequoreas torsit amore +Deas_." The Alcinas and Armidas of the modern Italians are only +heightened copies of Calypso and Circe; Siegfried, Orlando and Ferrau, +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. + +(St. LV.) The _tarnkappe_, from an old word _tarnen_ to conceal, and +_kappe_, _a mantle or cloak_, otherwise called _nebelkappe_, from +_nebel_, 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." + + +FOURTH ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) Lachmann's Second Lay begins here, and ends with St. CXXII, +Fourth Adventure. + + +(St. XLIV) + + A Skottysshe knight hoved upon te bent, + A wache I dare well saye; + So was he ware on the noble Percy + In the dawnynge of the daye. + + English "Battle of Otterbourne." + +(St. LXVII.) In this poem "_the Rhine_" 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 _ze Rine_ is used +with reference to Gunther's country. + +(St. LXIX.) "slew him many a slain." This phrase is borrowed from Samson +Agonistes. + + +FIFTH ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) Lachmann's Third Lay begins here, and ends with St. LX of this +Adventure. + +(St. XX.) + + Ne she was derke ne browne, but bright, + And clear as the Moone light, + Againe whom all the starres semen + But small candles, as we demen. + +Chaucer's "Romaunt of the Rose" in the description of Beauty. + + For all afore, that seemed fayre and bright, + Now base and contemptible did appeare, + Compar'd to her that shone as Phebes light + Among the lesser starres in evening clear. + + "Faerie Queene," IV, v. 14. + +(St. XXIII.) So Chaucer says of Mirth in the "Romaunt of the Rose": + + He seemed like a portreiture, + So noble was he of his stature. + +(St. XXVIII.) In the last verse of this stanza Lachmann thinks +_magetlichen_, not _minnelichen_, 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 _minnelichen_, in two +successive lines, and _minne_ 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 _magetlichen_ is in St. CCXCVII far more +appropriate than _minnelichen_, and its suits my convenience as a +translator infinitely better. I have therefore gladly adopted it. + +(St. XL.) + + In fame's eternal beadroll worthy to be fil'd. + + "Faerie Queene." + + +SIXTH ADVENTURE + +(St. II.) 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. + +_Issland_, the Kingdom of Brunhild, which I have thus written to +distinguish it from our English word _island_, is identified by von der +Hagen with Iceland; Wackernagel, in the Glossary to his "Alt-deutsches +Lesebuch" prefers to derive it from _Itisland_ (_itis_, woman in old +German), the land of women or Amazons. It is however against this +derivation, 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. + +(St. XVI.) 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 _tarnkappe_ see the note to St. CI. + + +(St. XXXVIII.) + + tuus, O Regina, quid optes + Explorare labor, mihi jussa capessere fas est. + +(St. XLV.) Zazamanc, according to von der Hagen, is a city in Asia +Minor; Lachmann seems to place it in the Land of Romance. + +(St. XLVI.) 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. + +(St. LII.) This stanza (not to mention some others) must have been +interpolated by a poetical tailor. + +(St. LXIII.) 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. + + +SEVENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XII.) The Ballad of Lord Thomas and Fair Annet has something +similar of the lady's horse: + + Four and twenty siller bells + Wer a' tyed till his mane, + And yae tift of the norland wind, + They tinkled ane by ane. + +(St. XVI.) This description of a castle (_burc_) 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 _hus_ +(house), _palas_ (palace), _sal_ (hall), and _gadem_ (room). In the +passage before us, _palas_ and _sal_ are distinguished from one another; +the same is the case at St. LXXXIV, Twenty-fourth Adventure (_palas unde +sal_), 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 _palas_ at St. XIX, Thirty-sixth Adventure, _sal_ at +St. XX, same Adventure, _hus_ at St. IX, same Adventure, and _gadem_ 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 _sal_ at stanzas VII and XVI, _hus_ at stanzas XV and XVII, +and _gadem_ 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 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 _hus_, 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 (_kemenaten_) 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 _kamere_ (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. + +(St. XXII.) 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." + +(St. XXXIV.) Siegfried here seems to apologize to Brunhild for +presenting himself before her. + +(St. XLIII.) Compare stanzas LXXXIV, Seventh Adventure--LXXXV, Tenth +Adventure--XXXI, Nineteenth Adventure, and the observations. + +(St. XLVI.) 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 "_die Brunne ist vergessen_." + +(St. LXX.) + + So did Sir Artegal upon her lay, + As if she had an iron anvil been, + That flakes of fire, bright as the sunny ray, + Out of her steely arms were flashing seen, + That all on fire you would her surely ween. + + "Faerie Queene," V, v. 8. + +(St. LXX.) For _der helt_, the hero, Lachmann conjectures _der helde_, +the concealed one. + +(St. LXXXVIII.) 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. + + +EIGHTH ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) 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. + +(St. XVIII.) 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 _tarnkappe_. + +(St. XXIII.) The _lutertranc_ (clear drink) was wine passed through +spices, and afterward strained. + +(St. XLV.) Our common participle _bound_ (bound for such and such a +place) seems in this sense to be derived from the old northern verb +_bown_, to make ready, and not from _bind_. + + And Jedburgh heard the Regent's order, + That each should bown him for the border. + + "Lay of the Last Minstrel." + + +NINTH ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) 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. + +(St. III.) 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. + +(St. XXVII, Ninth Adventure.) The lady supplies the place of the modern +pocket handkerchief _mit sneblanken geren_ in the original. The German +_gere_ is evidently the English _gore_, a word which puzzled no less a +person than Tyrwhitt, and which Johnson, who writes it _goar_, has +confounded with the _gusset_. 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 _gere_. 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)-- + + A seint (girdle) she wered, barred all of silk, + A barme-cloth (apron) eke white as morwe (morning) milk + Upon hire lendes (loins) full of many a gore. + +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. + +(St. XLVIII.) 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 _ferrandine_. +The Dictionary of the French Academy mentions a silk stuff as _formerly_ +going by that name. + + +TENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XLI.) Lachmann's Fifth Lay begins here, and concludes with St. +DCCV. + +(St. LXIX.) 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. + + The golden ribband, which that virgin wore + About her slender waste, he took in hand, + And with it bownd the beast, that lowd did rore + For great despight of that unwonted band. + +(St. LXXII.) + + {Ilio aipeina Paris ou gamon, alla tin' atan + agaget' eunaian es Thalamous HElenan.} + + Eurip. Androm. 103. + +(St. LXXXI.) 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. + +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 _coming_ and _going_ 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 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. + +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 _die schoenen_ (see note 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 _ze hove_, +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. + +(St. LXXXV, 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:-- + + Si trute sine hende mit ir vil wizen hant, + Unz er vor ir augen, sine wesse wenne, verswant, + +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 _wenne_ by +_wann_; Simrock and Marbach are equally literal, except that they put +_wie_, how, where Braunfels has _wann_; 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 _when_ 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 (_vil +tougen_) 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? + +(St. CX.) 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 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. + + +ELEVENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XIV.) Worms beyond the Rhine, _Wormez ueber Rin_. 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. + +(St. XVI.) Newsman's bread, _botenbrot_, was the term for the present +given to a messenger. + +(St. XXXI.) Lachmann's Sixth Lay begins here and ends with St. XLIX, +Fourteenth Adventure. + + +TWELFTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XLVIII.) Gary, like a shrewd courtier, avoids praising Kriemhild's +good looks to a rival beauty. + +(St. LIV.) 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. + + +THIRTEENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. II.) I follow Lachmann's conjecture of _het_ for _heten_ in the +third line of this stanza. + +(St. XXII.) Chaucer in like manner says of the carpenter's wife, +"Canterbury Tales," v. 3255-- + + Full brighter was the shining of hire hewe, + Than in the tower the noble yforged newe. + +For the brilliant addition to the simile he is perhaps indebted to +Dante's + + Fresco smeraldo in l'ora che si fiacca. + +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, +"_inaurata pallidior statua_" "_magis fulgore expalluit, auri_," and +that of Statius, "_pallidus fossor redit erutoque concolor auro_," not +to mention the saying of Diogenes, that gold was pale through fear of +those who had a design upon it. + +(St. XXIII.) Lachmann interprets the _gesinde_ 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? + +(St. XXVII.) A curious instance of awkwardness in the service of the +highest tables. + +(St. XXXII.) The original has in the first verse _in dem lande_, in the +country, _i.e._, 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 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.) + + +FOURTEENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. IV.) The same simile is applied to Kriemhild herself at St. XX, +Fifth Adventure. + +(St. XXX.) 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." + +(St. XXIII.) Wind, a mere nothing; this phrase is not uncommon in the +poem. + + The prophets shall become wind.--Jer. v. 13. + +(St. XL.) 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. + +(St. XLI.) Brunhild seems as much annoyed by this usurpation of her +trinkets as by the scandalous imputation mentioned in the preceding +stanza. + +(St. L.) 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. + + +FIFTEENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XVIII.) The stanza, which contains this example of ancient +discipline, is rejected by Lachmann on account of the _innere reim_, +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. + +(St. XXIV.) See note to St. V, Third Adventure. + +(St. XXXVI.) 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 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 _Waskenwalde_ +for _Otenwalde_, or, on the other hand, that one, who was familiar with +the tradition that Siegfried was killed in the Odenwald, might have +found _an den Rin_ at St. XXXVII, Sixteenth Adventure, and altered it to +_ueber Rin_. 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. + + +SIXTEENTH ADVENTURE + +(St I.) Lachmann's Eighth Lay begins here and ends with St. I, +Seventeenth Adventure. + +(St. XXII.) The _schelch_ or shelk seems by the description in +Braunfels's Glossary to have been a kind of tragelaphus, with hair down +the breast. + +(St. XXIII.) _Des gejeides meister_, I presume, means Siegfried himself, +who at St. XXXIX is called _jegermeister_. + +(St. XXVII.) + + Tryst. Ye shall be set at such a tryst + That hart and hind shall come to your fist. + + Squire of Low Degree.--Ellis's "Specimens," v. 1, p. 341. + +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. + +(St. XXXVIII.) 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. "_Ferunt odore earum mire sollicitari quadrupedes +cunctas, sed capitis torvitate terreri; quamobrem, occultato eo, reliqua +dulcedine invitatas corripiunt._" + +(St. XXXIX.) I scarcely know whether I have translated this stanza +properly. The variegated work (expressed by _gestroeut_ in the original) +seems to have been produced by different sorts of fur. The _gra unde +bunt_ 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. + +(St. XL.) 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. + +(St. LIV.) 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. + +(St. LVIII.) The poet says _the_ broad linden, according to Lachmann, +assuming that the story of Siegfried's death under a linden tree was +generally known. + +(St. LXII.) _Intelletto veloce piu che pardo._--"Petrarch, Sonn." 286. + +(St. LXIV.) 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?" + + +SEVENTEENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. II.) 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. + +(St. IX.) 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 _houbet_ 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. + +(St. XI.) 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. + +(St. XXI.) 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. + +(St. XLIII.) 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 _verhouwen_, and at St. XXXII, Thirty-eighth Adventure, +as lying with severe death-wounds fallen in blood. + + +EIGHTEENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) Lachmann's Tenth Lay begins here and ends with St. XLV, +Nineteenth Adventure. + +(St. XXI.) _They_ in the last line of this stanza seems to mean the +Burgundians. + +(St. XXVI.) 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. + + +NINETEENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XVIII.) The _morning gift_ was a present bestowed by the husband on +the wife the morning after the wedding. It was often promised before +marriage. + +(St. XXI.) 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 _together with Siegfried_ (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. + + +TWENTIETH ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) 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 +Bloedelin, 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 "_frou Helche_" of our poem. +{Entautha tes Attela endiaitoumenes gametes, dia ton pros te thyra +barbaron etychon eisodou, kai auten epi stromatos malakou keimenen +katelabon, tois ek tes ereas pilotois tou edaphous skepomenou, hoste ep' +auton badizein. perieipe de auten theraponton plethos kyklo kai +therapainai epi tou edaphous antikry autes kathemenai othonas chromasi +diepoikillon, epiblethesomenas pros kosmon esthematon barbarikon' +proselthon toinyn kai ta dora meta ton aspasmon dous hypexeein.} 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 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. + +(St. V.) 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. + +(St. XX.) 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 _Hun_ and _Hungarian_ +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." + +(St. XXXI.) See Lachmann (St. 1113, L.) who conjectures _ersiwet_ for +_erfuellet_ or _ir sulet_. + +(St. XLVII.) This refers to something not related in this poem. + +(St. LIX.) Here again is an allusion to something not mentioned in the +poem, namely, to some service rendered by Rudeger to Hagan. + +(St. LXIV.) 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. + +(St. CXX.) King Etzel appears to have been a truly liberal and +enlightened monarch. + +(St. CXLV.) 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 (_in_ for _ihnen_) 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 _they_ by _she_. Kriemhild will then be meant. + + +TWENTY-FIRST ADVENTURE + +(St. III.) Vergen. Veringen in Suabia, on the Lauchart, three leagues +from the junction of that river with the Danube.--Lachmann, St. 1231, L. + +(St. VII.) 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. + +(St. XIV.) Efferding. A town of Austria beyond the Ems near the Danube +(von der Hagen, v. 5221). + +(St. XXVI.) Botlung was the father of Etzel according to the poets. His +real name was Munduic. + +(St. XL.) Medilik, now Moelk. An abbey still renowned for the abundance +and excellence of its wine stores. It supplied Buonaparte's army in +1809. + + +TWENTY-SECOND ADVENTURE + +(St. XIII.) 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. + +(St. XIX.) These German strangers or guests (_Tiuschen gesten_) are the +Burgundians according to von der Hagen, but Thueringians 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. + +(St. XXIII.) The good margrave seems here to discharge the duties of a +male duenna. + +(St. XL.) 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. + +(St. XLI.) 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 Coeur de Lion. + +(St. XLIV.) Etzel's castle, now Buda, so called from Attila's brother, +Buda or Bleda. + + +TWENTY-THIRD ADVENTURE + +(St. III.) Lachmann's Thirteenth Lay begins here and ends with St. +LXXXIV, Twenty-fourth Adventure. + + +TWENTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) See the note to St. XLV, Eighth Adventure. + +(St. LXIII.) 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. + + +TWENTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE + +(St. II.) Lachmann's Fourteenth Lay begins here and ends with St. LVI, +Twenty-sixth Adventure. + +(St. XVIII.) 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. + +(St. XIX.) 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. + +(St. XXIII.) Professor Lachmann observes that, if the fight with 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. + +(St. XXIX.) The raiment of these mermaids, which is styled _wondrous_ +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 Vaelund, 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. + +(St. XLVIII.) 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 +(_bouc_) is used both here and in the old lay. + +(St. LXVII.) 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. + + +TWENTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE + + +(St. V.) + + On the other side Adam, soon as he heard + The fatal trespass done by Eve, amaz'd, + Astonied stood, and blank. + + "Paradise Lost," ix. 888. + +Upright men shall be astonied at this.--Job, xvii. 8. + +(St. LIV.) Rudeger is an Austrian Axylus.--"Iliad," vi. 14. + + {aphneios biotoio, philos d'en anthropoisin, + pantas gar phileesken, hodo epi oikia naion.} + +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. + +(St. LVII.) Lachmann's Fifteenth Lay begins here; it concludes with St. +XIV, Twenty-eighth Adventure. + + +TWENTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XXIV.) I quote some passages from Ellis's "Specimens" on the custom +of the two sexes eating apart: + + The king was to his palace, tho the service was ydo, + Ylad with all his menye, and the queen to hers also, + For hii held the old usages, that men with men were + By hem selve, and women by hem selve also here. + + Robert of Gloucester.--"Specimens," vol. i. p. 100. + +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. +"_Antiquam consuetudinem Trojae servantes Britones consueverant mares cum +maribus, mulieres cum mulieribus, festivos dies separatim celebrare._" +Ellis gives a similar account of Arthur's coronation from Robert de +Brunne's translation of Wace: + + Sometime was custom of Troy, + When they made feast of joy, + Men thogether should go to meat + Ladies by themself should eat. + +See the note to St. LXXXI, Tenth Adventure. + +(St. XXXI.) There is a difficulty here from its being said that the +young margravine was desired to go to court, _i.e._, to the assembly in +the hall, when at St. XXIV the ladies (_die schoenen_ 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, + + _"Rittere unde vrouwen die giengen anderswa_;" + +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, _die schoenen_, the +fair ones, whereas the best manuscript, that on which Professor +Lachmann's text is generally founded, reads _die kuenen_, 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. + +(St. XLIV.) 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 _Nibelunge_ being applied +to the Burgundians. But, in fact, everything relating to the Nibelungers +is obscure and confused to the last degree. + +(St. L.) Nudung was the son, or, according to another account, the +brother of Gotelind. + +(St. LXVI.) 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 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. + + +TWENTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) 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, _ez was im harte liet_; so does Marbach. +Braunfels and Beta apply them to Dietrich. But in that case would not +the author have said _dem was ez_? + +(St. IV.) The Amelungs, or Amelungers, were the reputed descendants of +Amala, king of the Goths, the tenth ancestor of Theodoric king of Italy. + +(St. V.) 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. + +(St. XX.) Lachmann's Seventeenth Lay begins here and ends with St. +XXXII, Thirtieth Adventure. + +(St. XXI.) 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. + +(St. XXVI.) This stanza is rejected by Lachmann on account of the +interior rhyme _waere_ and _swaere_ 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?" + +(St. XXVII.) 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. + +(St. XXVIII.) 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). + +(St. XXXIV.) Lachmann places this and the following stanzas after St. +XIX, as part of his Sixteenth Lay. + + +TWENTY-NINTH ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) 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 _dux luscus_. The author or authors of the Nibelungenlied, therefore, +must have followed a different tradition. + +(St. XXVIII.) It is Folker's long broadsword that the poet, with a grim +kind of merriment, calls his fiddlestick. We shall soon see the minstrel +{komon anaulotaton prochoreuein.} + +(St. XL.) Walter of Spain, _Waltharius manu fortis_, is the hero here +alluded to. See note to St. XXI; Thirty-ninth Adventure. + +(St. XLVII.) 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. + +(St. XLVIII.) 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. + +(St. LV.) _Morat_ or _morass_, 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 +_ad libitum_ infusion of simples. All this together composes the sweet +drink in question. + + +THIRTIETH ADVENTURE + +(St. XVIII.) So in the Ballad of the Lochmaben Harper in the "Minstrelsy +of the Scottish Border," + + And aye he harped, and aye he carped, + Till a the nobles were fast asleep. + +(St. XIX.) "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." + +(St. XXI.) 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. + + +THIRTY-FIRST ADVENTURE + +(St. I.) The whole of this Thirty-first Adventure is supposed by +Lachmann to be an addition to the foregoing. His reasons are anything +but conclusive. + +(St. X.) 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. + +(St. XII.) The dust was raised by the horses, as the Huns seem to have +ridden from the palace. + +(St. XXIII.) "The kings" here, as mostly elsewhere, are the three +Burgundian brothers. + +(St. LXIII.) Kriemhild here deals with Bloedel as Juno does in the +Iliad with Sleep, and in the Aeneid with Oeolus. + +(St. LXXII.) 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. + + +THIRTY-SECOND ADVENTURE + +(St. IV.) 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 Bloedel's speech, is a consummate piece +of stupidity. Bloedel 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. Bloedel, 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 _kinsmen_ 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 Not." "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 _brother_ 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 _brother_ 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 _brothers_ 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. + +(St. VII.) 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. + + +THIRTY-THIRD ADVENTURE + +(St. XXII.) Lachmann seems here with reason to read _Volkern_ for +_Giselheren_, but have not the two stanzas, XXII and XXIII, changed +places? + +(St. XXX.) 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 _Lieder_. + +(St. XXXI.) + + with huge two-handed sway + Brandish'd aloft the horrid edge came down + Wide wasting. + + "Paradise Lost," b. 6. + +(St. XLV.) 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 _attempted_ mischief, and +Gunther may here take the will for the deed. + +(St. LVIII.) The meaning of this stanza is anything but clear. From the +original, and the two readings _von_ and _vor_, it would seem doubtful +whether Hagan laments that he sat at a distance from Folker or that he +took precedence of him. + + +THIRTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XI.) 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. + +(St. XII.) 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. + +(St. XIX, XX, XXI.) I have arranged these stanzas as Simrock and Beta +have done. Braunfels places them XX, XIX, XXI. + + +THIRTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XX.) I have here, without intending it, stumbled on an interior +ryhme, _sounded confounded_. Still I can assure Professor Lachmann that +the stanza is genuine. + + +THIRTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE + +(St. VI.) Here begins Lachmann's Twentieth Lay. + +(St. IX.) Here they are described as coming _uz dem huse_, which seems +to contradict Kriemhild's exhortation at St. XX, not to let the +Burgundians come _fuer den sal_. 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. + + +THIRTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE + +(St. XVII.) Compare stanzas CXV, CXVI, Twentieth Adventure. + +(St. LIX.) 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. + +(St. XCI.) 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. + + +THIRTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE + +(St. II.) 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.). + +(St. XLIII.) I have with Simrock and Beta followed the reading of the +Lassberg manuscript, _struchen_ for _stieben_. 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 _stieben_ appears to bear a comical resemblance +to our vulgar phrase, "dusting a man's jacket." + +(St. LXXXIX.) 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 +see the notes to Sts. IV and V, Twenty-eighth Adventure. + + +THIRTY-NINTH ADVENTURE + +(St. V.) The phrase, outside the house, _uzen an dem huse_, 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 note. + +(St. IX.) 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 _freunde_ friends, instead of _freuden_ joys. + +(St. XXI.) 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. + +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 + + "Eventum videam, nec consors sim spoliorum," + Dixerat, et collem petiit mox ipse propinquum, + Descendensque ab equo consedit, et aspicit illo. + +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 "_Lateinische Gedichte des 10. +und 11. Jahrhunderts_" by J. Grimm and Schmeller, p. 123. + +(St. XLVI.) This stanza, which is in the Lassberg manuscript only, has +been added apparently, like others, to soften the character of +Kriemhild. + +(St. LII.) Harrow and welaway. Old exclamations of distress or anger. + + Harrow and welaway! + After so wicked deed, why liv'st thou lenger day? + + "Faerie Queene," II, viii. 46. + +(St. LVII.) The _edeln knehte_ here, and the _vil manic riche kneht_ of +St. XXXIV, in both passages associated with knights, were no doubt of a +far superior station to that of the mere _knehte_, 9,000 of whom +followed Gunther into Hungary. These last we may call yeomen, the other, +squires. The _edeln burgaere_ (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. + + + + + * * * * * + + + + +Transcriber's note: + + Some initial characters and final punctuation were replaced. + + Quotation marks have been changed to allow the modern reader + to follow a quotation from one stanza to the next. + + Inconsistent hyphenation and spellings were retained. + + Text enclosed by curly braces is a transliteration of Greek. + + Pg 295: (stout and ruet) changed to (stout and true) + + Pg 395: Greek: proselthon, internal terminal sigma retained. + + + +***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NIBELUNGENLIED*** + + +******* This file should be named 38468.txt or 38468.zip ******* + + +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: +http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/3/8/4/6/38468 + + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +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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