{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_7321/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_7321","id":"gutenberg_7321","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/7321","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Classics of Literature","Category: German Literature","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Poetry","Epic poetry, German -- Translations into English"],"text":"Produced by David Starner, Thomas Berger, and the Online\nDistributed Proofreading Team\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nTHE NIBELUNGENLIED\n\n\n_Translated into Rhymed English Verse in the Metre of the Original_\n\n\nBy\n\nGeorge Henry Needler\n\n_Associate Professor of German in University College, Toronto_\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nPREFACE\n\nThis translation of the Nibelungenlied is published with the simple\npurpose of placing one of the world's great epic poems within the reach\nof English readers. Translations are at best but poor substitutes for\noriginals. A new translation of a poem implies also a criticism of those\nthat have preceded it. My apology for presenting this new English version\nof the Nibelungenlied is that none of those hitherto made has reproduced\nthe metrical form of the original. In the hope of making the outlines of\nthe poem clearer for the modern reader, I have endeavored to supply in\nthe Introduction a historical background by summing up the results of\ninvestigation into its origin and growth. The translation itself was\nbegun many years ago, when I studied the original under Zarncke in\nLeipzig.\n\nG. H. N.\n\nUniversity College, Toronto, September, 1904.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nCONTENTS\n\nINTRODUCTION.\n\nI. THE NIBELUNGEN SAGA.\n\n  1. Origin of the Saga.\n  2. The Northern Form of the Saga.\n  3. The Saga as Preserved in the Nibelungenlied.\n  4. Mythical Element and Historical Element.\n\nII. THE NIBELUNGENLIED.\n\n  1. The Manuscripts.\n  2. Stages in the Evolution of the Poem.\n  3. Character of the Poem.\n  4. Later Forms of the Saga.\n  5. Poem and Saga in Modern Literature.\n  6. Modern German Translations.\n  7. English Translations.\n  8. Editions of the Nibelungenlied.\n\nTHE NIBELUNGENLIED.\n\n  FIRST ADVENTURE: Kriemhild's Dream.\n  SECOND ADVENTURE: Siegfried.\n  THIRD ADVENTURE: How Siegfried Came to Worms.\n  FOURTH ADVENTURE: How Siegfried Fought with the Saxons.\n  FIFTH ADVENTURE: How Siegfried first Saw Kriemhild.\n  SIXTH ADVENTURE: How Gunther Fared to Isenland to Brunhild.\n  SEVENTH ADVENTURE: How Gunther Won Brunhild.\n  EIGHTH ADVENTURE: How Siegfried Fared to his Knights, the Nibelungen.\n  NINTH ADVENTURE: How Siegfried was Sent to Worms.\n  TENTH ADVENTURE: How Brunhild was Received at Worms.\n  ELEVENTH ADVENTURE: How Siegfried Came Home with his Wife.\n  TWELFTH ADVENTURE: How Gunther Bade Siegfried to the Feast.\n  THIRTEENTH ADVENTURE: How They Fared to the Feast.\n  FOURTEENTH ADVENTURE: How the Queens Berated Each Other.\n  FIFTEENTH ADVENTURE: How Siegfried was Betrayed.\n  SIXTEENTH ADVENTURE: How Siegfried was Slain.\n  SEVENTEENTH ADVENTURE: How Kriemhild Mourned for Siegfried.\n  EIGHTEENTH ADVENTURE: How Sigmund Fared Home Again.\n  NINETEENTH ADVENTURE:  How the Nibelungen Hoard was Brought to Worms.\n  TWENTIETH ADVENTURE: How King Etzel Sent for Kriemhild.\n  TWENTY-FIRST ADVENTURE: How Kriemhild Fared to the Huns.\n  TWENTY-SECOND ADVENTURE: How Etzel Kept the Wedding-feast.\n  TWENTY-THIRD ADVENTURE: How Kriemhild Thought to Avenge Her Wrong.\n  TWENTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE: How Werbel and Schwemmel Brought the Message.\n  TWENTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE: How the Knights all Fared to the Huns.\n  TWENTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE: How Gelfrat was Slain by Dankwart.\n  TWENTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE: How They Came to Bechelaren.\n  TWENTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE: How the Burgundians Came to Etzel's Castle.\n  TWENTY-NINTH ADVENTURE: How He Arose not before Her.\n  THIRTIETH ADVENTURE: How They Kept Guard.\n  THIRTY-FIRST ADVENTURE: How They Went to Mass.\n  THIRTY-SECOND ADVENTURE: How Bloedel was Slain.\n  THIRTY-THIRD ADVENTURE: How the Burgundians Fought with the Huns.\n  THIRTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE: How They Cast Out the Dead.\n  THIRTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE: How Iring was Slain.\n  THIRTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE: How the Queen Bade Set Fire to the Hall.\n  THIRTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE: How the Margrave Ruediger was Slain.\n  THIRTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE: How All Sir Dietrich's Knights were Slain.\n  THIRTY-NINTH ADVENTURE: How Gunther and Hagen and Kriemhild were Slain.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE NIBELUNGENLIED\n\nI. THE NIBELUNGEN SAGA\n\n1. Origin of the Saga\n\nAll the Aryan peoples have had their heroic age, the achievements of\nwhich form the basis of later saga. For the Germans this was the period\nof the Migrations, as it is called, in round numbers the two hundred\nyears from 400 to 600, at the close of which we find them settled in\nthose regions which they have, generally speaking, occupied ever since.\nDuring these two centuries kaleidoscopic changes had been taking place in\nthe position of the various Germanic tribes. Impelled partly by a native\nlove of wandering, partly by the pressure of hostile peoples of other\nrace, they moved with astonishing rapidity hither and thither over the\nface of Europe, generally in conflict with one another or buffeted by the\nRomans in the west and south, and by the Huns in the east. In this stern\nstruggle for existence and search for a permanent place of settlement\nsome of them even perished utterly; amid the changing fortunes of all of\nthem deeds were performed that fixed themselves in the memory of the\nwhole people, great victories or great disasters became the subject of\nstory and song. We need only to recall such names as those of Ermanric\nand Theodoric to remind ourselves what an important part was played by\nthe Germanic peoples of that Migration Period in the history of Europe.\nDuring it a national consciousness was engendered, and in it we have the\nfaint beginnings of a national literature. Germanic saga rests almost\nentirely upon the events of these two centuries, the fifth and sixth.\nAlthough we get glimpses of the Germans during the four or five preceding\ncenturies, none of the historic characters of those earlier times have\nbeen preserved in the national sagas.\n\nWith these sagas based on history, however, have been mingled in most\ncases primeval Germanic myths, possessions of the people from prehistoric\ntimes. A most conspicuous example of this union of mythical and\noriginally historical elements is the Nibelungen saga, out of which grew\nin course of time the great national epic, the Nibelungenlied.\n\nThe Nibelungen saga is made up of two parts, on the one hand the mythical\nstory of Siegfried and on the other the story, founded on historic fact,\nof the Burgundians. When and how the Siegfried myth arose it is\nimpossible to say; its origin takes us back into the impenetrable mists\nof the unrecorded life of our Germanic forefathers, and its form was\nmoulded by the popular poetic spirit. The other part of the saga is based\nupon the historic incident of the overthrow of the Burgundian kingdom by\nthe Huns in the year 437. This annihilation of a whole tribe naturally\nimpressed itself vividly upon the imagination of contemporaries. Then the\nfact of history soon began to pass over into the realm of legend, and,\nfrom causes which can no longer be determined, this tradition of the\nvanished Burgundians became united with the mythical story of Siegfried.\nThis composite Siegfried-Burgundian saga then became a common possession\nof the Germanic peoples, was borne with many of them to lands far distant\nfrom the place of its origin, and was further moulded by each according\nto its peculiar genius and surroundings. In the Icelandic Eddas, the\noldest of which we have as they were written down in the latter part of\nthe ninth century, are preserved the earliest records of the form it had\ntaken among the northern Germanic peoples. Our Nibelungenlied, which is\nthe chief source of our knowledge of the story as it developed in\nGermany, dates from about the year 1200. These two versions, the Northern\nand the German, though originating in this common source, had diverged\nvery widely in the centuries that elapsed between their beginning and the\ntime when the manuscripts were written in which they are preserved. Each\ncurtailed, re-arranged, or enlarged the incidents of the story in its own\nway. The character of the chief actors and the motives underlying what we\nmay call the dramatic development assumed widely dissimilar forms. The\nGerman Nibelungenlied may be read and appreciated as one of the world's\ngreat epic poems without an acquaintance on the part of the reader with\nthe Northern version of the saga. In order, however, to furnish the\nsetting for a few episodes that would in that case remain either obscure\nor colorless, and with a view to placing the readers of this translation\nin a position to judge better the deeper significance of the epic as the\neloquent narrative of a thousand years of the life of the people among\nwhom it grew, the broad outlines of the saga in its Northern form will be\ngiven here.\n\n\n2. The Northern Form of the Saga\n\nStarting at the middle of the fifth century from the territory about\nWorms on the Rhine where the Burgundians were overthrown, the saga soon\nspread from the Franks to the other Germanic peoples. We have evidence of\nits presence in northern Germany and Denmark. Allusions to it in the\nAnglo-Saxon poem, the _Wanderer_, of the seventh century and in the great\nAnglo-Saxon epic _Beowulf_ of a short time later, show us that it had\nearly become part of the national saga stock in England. Among the people\nof Norway and Iceland it took root and grew with particular vigor. Here,\nfarthest away from its original home and least exposed to outward\ninfluences, it preserved on the whole most fully its heathen Germanic\ncharacter, especially in its mythical part. By a fortunate turn of\nevents, too, the written record of it here is of considerably earlier\ndate than that which we have from Germany. The Eddas, as the extensive\ncollection of early Icelandic poems is called, are the fullest record of\nGermanic mythology and saga that has been handed down to us, and in them\nthe saga of Siegfried and the Nibelungen looms up prominently. The\nearliest of these poems date from about the year 850, and the most\nimportant of them were probably written down within a couple of centuries\nof that time. They are thus in part some three centuries older than the\nGerman Nibelungenlied, and on the whole, too, they preserve more of the\noriginal outlines of the saga. By bringing together the various episodes\nof the saga from the Eddas and the Volsung saga, a prose account of the\nmythical race of the Volsungs, we arrive at the following narrative.\n\nOn their wanderings through the world the three gods Odin, Honir, and\nLoki come to a waterfall where an otter is devouring a fish that it has\ncaught. Loki kills the otter with a stone, and they take off its skin. In\nthe evening they seek a lodging at the house of Hreidmar, to whom they\nshow the skin. Hreidmar recognizes it as that of his son, whom Loki has\nkilled when he had taken on the form of an otter. Assisted by his sons\nFafnir and Regin, Hreidmar seizes the three gods, and spares their lives\nonly on the promise that they will fill the skin, and also cover it\noutwardly, with gold. Loki is sent to procure the ransom. With a net\nborrowed from the sea-goddess Ran he catches at the waterfall the dwarf\nAndvari in form of a fish and compels him to supply the required gold.\nAndvari tries to keep back a ring, but this also Loki takes from him,\nwhereupon the dwarf utters a curse upon the gold and whosoever may\npossess it. The ransom is now paid to Hreidmar; even the ring must, on\nHreidmar's demand, be given in order to complete the covering of the\notter's skin. Loki tells him of the curse connected with the ownership of\nthe gold. When Hreidmar refuses Fafnir and Regin a share in the treasure,\nhe is killed by Fafnir, who takes possession of the hoard to the\nexclusion of Regin. In the form of a dragon Fafnir dwells on Gnita Heath\nguarding the hoard, while Regin broods revenge.\n\nFrom Odin is descended King Volsung, who has a family of ten sons and one\ndaughter. The eldest son is Sigmund, twin-born with his sister Signy.\nKing Siggeir of Gautland sues for the hand of Signy, whom her father\ngives to Siggeir against her will. In the midst of King Volsung's hall\nstood a mighty oak-tree. As the wedding-feast is being held there enters\na stranger, an old man with one eye, his hat drawn down over his face and\nbearing in his hand a sword. This sword he thrusts to the hilt into the\ntree, saying that it shall belong to him who can draw it out again; after\nwhich he disappears as he had come. All the guests try their strength in\nvain upon the sword, but Sigmund alone is able to draw it forth. He\nrefuses to sell it to Siggeir for all his proffered gold. Siggeir plans\nvengeance. He invites Volsung and his sons to Gautland, and returns home\nthither with his bride Signy, who before going warns her father to be\nupon his guard.\n\nAt the appointed time King Volsung and his sons go as invited to\nGautland. In spite of Signy's repeated warning he will not flee from\ndanger, and falls in combat with Siggeir; his ten sons are taken\nprisoners, and placed in stocks in the forest. For nine successive nights\na she-wolf comes and devours each night one of them, till only Sigmund\nremains. By the aid of Signy he escapes. The she-wolf, it was said, was\nthe mother of Siggeir.\n\nTo Sigmund, who has hidden in a wood, Signy sends her eldest boy of ten\nyears that Sigmund may test his courage and see if he is fit to be a\nhelper in seeking revenge. Neither he, however, nor his younger brother\nstands the test. Signy sees that only a scion of the race of Volsung will\nsuffice, and accordingly disguises herself and lives three days with\nSigmund in the wood. From their union a son Sinfiotli is born, whom also,\nafter ten years, she sends out to Sigmund. He stands every test of\ncourage, and is trained by Sigmund, who thinks he is Siggeir's son.\n\nBent on revenge, Sigmund repairs with Sinfiotli to Siggeir's castle.\nAfter Sinfiotli has slain the king's two sons, he and Sigmund are\noverpowered and condemned to be buried alive. With Sigmund's sword,\nhowever, which Signy has managed to place in their hands, they cut their\nway out, then set fire to Siggeir's hall. Signy comes forth and reveals\nto Sigmund that Sinfiotli is their own son; and then, saying that her\nwork of revenge is complete and that she can live no longer, she returns\ninto the burning hall and perishes with Siggeir and all his race.\n\nSigmund now returns home and rules as a mighty king. He marries Borghild,\nwho later kills Sinfiotli with a poisoned drink, and is cast away by\nSigmund. He then marries Hjordis. Lyngvi, the son of King Hunding, was\nalso a suitor and now invades Sigmund's land. The latter hews down many\nof his enemies, until an old man with one eye, in hat and dark cloak,\ninterposes his spear, against which Sigmund's sword breaks in two.\nSigmund falls severely wounded.\n\nIn the night Hjordis seeks the scene of the combat and finds Sigmund\nstill alive. He refuses to allow her to heal his wounds, saying that Odin\nno longer wills that he swing the sword. He tells Hjordis to preserve\ncarefully the pieces of the broken sword; the son she bears in her womb\nshall yet swing the sword when welded anew, and win thereby a glorious\nname. At dawn Sigmund dies. Hjordis is borne off by Vikings and, after\nthe birth of her son, she becomes the wife of the Danish prince Alf.\n\nThe son of Hjordis was called Sigurd. He grew up a boy of wondrous\nstrength and beauty, with eyes that sparkled brightly, and lived at the\ncourt of King Hjalprek, the father of Alf. Regin, the dwarfish brother of\nFafnir, was his tutor. Regin welds together the pieces of the broken\nsword Gram, so sharp and strong that with it Sigurd cleaves Regin's anvil\nin twain. With men and ships that he has received from King Hjalprek\nSigurd goes against the sons of Hunding, whom he slays, thereby avenging\nthe death of his father. Regin has urged him to kill Fafnir and take\npossession of the hoard. On the Gnita Heath he digs a ditch from which,\nas the dragon Fafnir passes over it, he plunges the sword into his heart.\nThe dying Fafnir warns him of the curse attached to the possession of the\ngold; also that Regin is to be guarded against. The latter bids him roast\nthe heart of Fafnir. While doing so he burns his finger by dipping it in\nthe blood to see if the heart is done, and to cool his finger puts it\ninto his mouth. Suddenly he is able to understand the language of the\nbirds in the wood. They warn him to beware of Regin, whom he straightway\nslays. The birds tell him further of the beautiful valkyrie Brynhild, who\nsleeps on the fire-encircled mountain awaiting her deliverer. Then Sigurd\nplaces Fafnir's hoard upon his steed Grani, takes with him also Fafnir's\nhelm, and rides away to Frankenland. He sees a mountain encircled by a\nzone of fire, makes his way into it and beholds there, as he deems it, a\nman in full armor asleep. When he takes off the helmet he finds that it\nis a woman. With his sword he cuts loose the armor. The woman wakes and\nasks if it be the hero Sigurd who has awakened her. In joy that it is so,\nBrynhild relates to him how Odin had punished her by this magic sleep for\ndisobedience, and how that she had yet obtained from him the promise that\nshe should be wakened only by a hero who knew no fear. She now teaches\nSigurd many wise runes, and tells him of harm to fear through love of\nher. In spite of all, however, Sigurd does not waver, and they swear an\noath of mutual faithful love.\n\nNext Sigurd comes to King Gjuki at the Rhine, and joins in friendship\nwith him and his sons Gunnar and Hogni. Queen Grimhild gives Sigurd a\npotion which causes him to forget Brynhild and be filled with love for\nher own daughter Gudrun, whom he marries. Gunnar now seeks Brynhild for\nwife, and Sigurd goes with him on his wooing-journey. They come to the\ncastle encircled by fire, where Brynhild lives. She will be wooed only by\nhim who will ride to her through the flames. Gunnar tries in vain to do\nthis, even when mounted on Sigurd's steed Grani. Sigurd and Gunnar then\nexchange shapes and the former spurs Grani through the flames. He calls\nhimself Gunnar the son of Gjuki, and finally Brynhild consents to become\nhis wife. Three nights he shares her couch, but always his sharp sword\nlies between them. He takes the ring from her finger and places in its\nstead one from Fafnir's treasure. Then he exchanges form again with\nGunnar, who is soon after wedded to Brynhild. Only now does Sigurd\nrecollect the oath that he once swore to Brynhild himself.\n\nOne day Brynhild and Gudrun are bathing in the Rhine. A quarrel arises\nbetween them when Brynhild takes precedence of Gudrun by going into the\nwater above her in the stream, saying that her husband is a braver and\nmightier man than Gudrun's. Gudrun retorts by revealing the secret that\nit was Sigurd in Gunnar's form, and not Gunnar himself, who rode through\nthe flame, and in proof thereof shows her the ring taken by Sigurd from\nBrynhild's finger. Pale as death, Brynhild goes quietly home: Gunnar must\ndie, she says in wrath. Sigurd tries to pacify her, even offering to\ndesert Gudrun. Now she will have neither him nor another, and when Gunnar\nappears she demands of him Sigurd's death. In spite of Hogni's protest\nGunnar's stepbrother Gutthorm, who has not sworn blood-friendship with\nSigurd, is got to do the deed. He is given the flesh of wolf and serpent\nto eat in order to make him savage. Twice Gutthorm goes to kill Sigurd,\nbut cowers before the piercing glance of his eyes; at last he steals upon\nSigurd asleep and thrusts his sword through him. The dying Sigurd hurls\nthe sword after the fleeing murderer and cuts him in two. To Gudrun, who\nwakes from sleep by his side, he points to Brynhild as the instigator of\nthe crime, and dies. Brynhild rejoices at the sound of Gudrun's wailing.\nGudrun cannot find relief for her grief, the tears will not flow. Men and\nwomen seek to console her by tales of greater woes befallen them. But\nstill Gudrun cannot weep as she sits by Sigurd's corpse. At last one of\nthe women lifts the cloth from Sigurd's face and lays his head upon\nGudrun's lap. Then Gudrun gazes on his blood-besmirched hair, his dimmed\neyes, and breast pierced by the sword: she sinks down upon the couch and\na flood of tears bursts at length from her eyes.\n\nBrynhild now tells Gunnar that Sigurd had really kept faith with him on\nthe wooing journey; but she will live with him no longer and pierces\nherself with a sword, after foretelling to Gunnar his future fate and\nthat of Gudrun. In accord with her own request she is burned on one\nfuneral-pyre with Sigurd, the sword between them as once before.\n\nAtli,[1] king of the Huns, now seeks Gudrun for wife. She refuses, but\nGrimhild gives her a potion which causes her to forget Sigurd and the\npast, and then she becomes the wife of Atli. After Sigurd's death Gunnar\nhad taken possession of the Niflungen hoard, and this Atli now covets. He\ntreacherously invites Gunnar and the others to visit him, which they do\nin spite of Gudrun's warnings, first of all, however, sinking the hoard\nin the Rhine. On their arrival Atli demands of them the hoard, which, he\nsays, belongs of right to Gudrun. On their refusal he attacks them. Hosts\nof fighters on both sides fall and in the end Gunnar and Hogni, the only\ntwo of their number remaining, are bound in fetters. Gunnar refuses\nAtli's command to reveal the hiding-place of the hoard, bidding them\nbring to him the heart of Hogni. They kill a servant and bring his heart\nto Gunnar; but Gunnar sees how it still quivers with fear, and knows it\nis not the heart of the fearless Hogni. Then the latter is really killed,\nand his heart is brought to Gunnar, who cries exultingly that now only\nthe Rhine knows where the hoard lies hidden. In spite of Gudrun Atli\norders that Gunnar be thrown into a den of serpents. With a harp\ncommunicated to him by Gudrun he pacifies them all but one, which stings\nhim to the heart, and thus Gunnar dies. Gudrun is nominally reconciled\nwith Atli, but in secret plans revenge for the death of her brothers. She\nkills Atli's two sons, gives him at a banquet their blood to drink and\ntheir hearts to eat. In the night she plunges a sword into his own heart,\nconfesses herself to him as his murderer, and sets fire to the castle, in\nwhich Atli and all his remaining men are consumed.\n\n[1] That is, Attila; the Etzel of the Nibelungenlied.\n\n\n3. The Saga as preserved in the Nibelungenlied\n\nThe saga as we find it in the German Nibelungenlied differs very widely\nin form and substance from the Northern version which has just been\noutlined, though the two have still enough points of similarity to\nindicate clearly a common origin. Each bears the stamp of the poetic\ngenius of the people among whom it grew. Of all the sagas of the Germanic\npeoples none holds so prominent a place as the Nibelungen saga, and it\nmay safely be said that the epic literature of the world, though offering\npoems of more refined literary worth, has none that are at the same time\nsuch valuable records of the growth of the poetic genius of two kindred\npeoples through many centuries of their early civilization as the Edda\npoems of this saga and the Nibelungenlied. It is impossible here to\nundertake a comparison of the two and point out in detail their\nparallelism and their respective significance as monuments of\ncivilization; suffice it to indicate briefly the chief points of\ndifference in the two stories, and note particularly those parts of the\nNibelungenlied that have, as it were, suffered atrophy, and that point to\nearlier stages of the saga in which, as in the Northern version, they\nplayed a more important role.\n\nFirst, as to the hoard. The Nibelungenlied knows nothing of its being\ntaken by Loki from Andvari, of the latter's curse upon it, and how it\ncame finally into the possession of Fafnir, the giant-dragon. Here it\nbelongs, as we learn from Hagen's account (strophes 86-99), to Siegfried\n(Sigurd), who has slain the previous owners of it, Schilbung and\nNibelung, and wrested it from its guardian the dwarf Alberich (Andvari).\nFrom this point onward its history runs nearly parallel in the two\nversions. After Siegfried's death it remains for a time with Kriemhild\n(Gudrun), is treacherously taken from her by Gunther (Gunnar) and Hagen\n(Hogni), and finally, before their journey to Etzel (Atli), sunk in the\nRhine.\n\nThe protracted narrative of Sigurd's ancestry and his descent from Odin\nhas no counterpart in the Nibelungenlied. Here we learn merely that\nSiegfried is the son of Siegmund. His father plays an entirely different\npart; and his mother's name is not Hjordis, as in the Edda, but\nSiegelind.\n\nOf Siegfried's youth the Nibelungenlied knows very little. No mention is\nmade of his tutelage to the dwarf smith Regin and preparation for the\nslaying of the dragon Fafnir. The account of him placed in the mouth of\nHagen (strophes 86-501), how he won the hoard, the _tarnkappe_, and the\nsword Balmung, and slew the dragon, is evidently a faint echo of an\nearlier version of this episode, which sounds out of place in the more\nmodern German form of the story. From the latter the mythical element has\nalmost entirely vanished. It is worthy of note, moreover, that the very\nbrief account of Siegfried's slaying of the dragon is given in the\nNibelungenlied as separate from his acquisition of the hoard, and differs\nin detail from that of the Edda. Of Sigurd's steed Grani, his ride to\nFrankenland, and his awakening of Brynhild the Nibelungenlied has nothing\nto tell us. Through the account of Siegfried's assistance to Gunther in\nthe latter's wooing of Brunhild (Adventures 6 and 7) shimmers faintly,\nhowever, the earlier tradition of the mythical Siegfried's awakening of\nthe fire-encircled valkyrie. Only by our knowledge of a more original\nversion can we explain, for example, Siegfried's previous acquaintance\nwith Brunhild which the Nibelungenlied takes for granted but says nothing\nof. On this point of the relation between Sigurd and Brynhild it is\ndifficult to form a clear account owing to the confusion and even\ncontradictions that exist when the various Northern versions themselves\nare placed side by side. The name of the valkyrie whom Sigurd awakens\nfrom her magic sleep is not directly mentioned. Some of the accounts are\nbased on the presupposition that she is one with the Brynhild whom Sigurd\nlater wooes for Gunnar, while others either know nothing of the sleeping\nvalkyrie or treat the two as separate personages. The situation in the\nNibelungenlied is more satisfactorily explained by the theory that they\nwere originally identical. But we see at once that the figure of Brunhild\nhas here lost much of its original significance. It is her quarrel with\nKriemhild (Gudrun) that leads to Siegfried's death, though the motives\nare not just the same in the two cases; and after the death of Siegfried\nshe passes unaccountably from the scene.\n\nBut it is in the concluding part of the story--the part which, as we\nshall see, has its basis in actual history--that the two accounts diverge\nmost widely. So strange, indeed, has been the evolution of the saga that\nthe central character of it, Kriemhild (Gudrun) holds a diametrically\nopposite relation to her husband Etzel (Atli) at the final catastrophe in\nthe two versions. In the Nibelungenlied as in the Edda the widowed\nKriemhild (Gudrun) marries King Etzel (Atli), her consent in the former\nresulting from a desire for revenge upon the murderers of Siegfried, in\nthe latter from the drinking of a potion which takes away her memory of\nhim; in the Nibelungenlied it is Kriemhild who treacherously lures\nGunther and his men to their destruction unknown to Etzel, in the Edda\nthe invitation comes from Atli, while Gudrun tries to warn them to stay\nat home; in the former Kriemhild is the author of the attack on the\nguests, in the latter Atli; in the former Kriemhild is the frenzied\navenger of her former husband Siegfried's death upon her brother Gunther,\nin the latter Gudrun is the avenger of her brothers' death upon her\nhusband Atli.\n\n\n4. Mythical Element and Historical Element\n\nA sifting of the Nibelungen saga reveals a mythical element (the story of\nSiegfried) and a historical element (the story of the Burgundians and\nEtzel). How, when, and where these two elements were blended together\nmust remain largely a matter of conjecture. This united central body\nreceived then from time to time accessions of other elements, some of\nthem originally historical in character, some of them pure inventions of\nthe poetic imagination.\n\nThe Siegfried myth is the oldest portion of the Nibelungen saga, and had\nalready passed through a long period of development before its union with\nthe story of the Burgundian kings. Like so many others of its kind, it is\npart of the spiritual equipment of our Germanic ancestors at the dawn of\ntheir recorded history. It grew gradually with the people themselves and\nhas its counterpart among other peoples. Such myths are a record of the\nimpressions made upon the mind of man by the mighty manifestations of the\nworld of nature in which he lives; their formation may be likened to the\nunconscious impressions of its surroundings on the mind of the child. And\njust as the grown man is unable to trace back the formation of his own\nindividuality to its very beginnings in infancy, so is it impossible for\nthe later nation in its advanced stage to peer back beyond the dawn of\nits history. It is in the gloom beyond the dawn that such myths as this\nof Siegfried have their origin.\n\nThough modern authorities differ greatly in their conjectures, it is\ngenerally agreed that the Siegfried story was in its original form a\nnature-myth. The young day slays the mist-dragon and awakens the\nsun-maiden that sleeps on the mountain; at evening he falls a prey to the\npowers of gloom that draw the sun down again beneath the earth. With this\nday-myth was probably combined the parallel myth of the changing seasons:\nthe light returns in spring, slays the cloud-dragon, and frees the\nbudding earth from the bonds of winter.[2]\n\n[2] For the Siegfried saga in general see Symons in Paul's Grundriss der\ngermanischen Philologie, 2d ed., vol. III, pp. 651-671.\n\nIn the course of time this nature-myth became transformed into a\nhero-saga; the liberating power of light was humanized into the person of\nthe light-hero Siegfried. This stage of development had already been\nreached at the time of our earliest records, and the evidences point to\nthe Rhine Franks, a West Germanic tribe settled in the fifth century in\nthe country about Cologne, as the people among whom the transformation\nfrom nature-myth to hero-saga took place, for it is among them that the\nsaga in its earliest form is localized. By the Rhine Siegfried is born,\nthere he wins the Nibelungen hoard, and in Frankenland he finds the\nsleeping valkyrie. By the Rhine, too, he enters into service with the\nNibelungen kings and weds their sister.\n\nThe Franks had as neighbors up-stream in the first half of the fifth\ncentury the Burgundians, an East Germanic tribe. These Burgundians, who\nwere closely allied to the Goths, had originally dwelt in the Baltic\nregion between the Vistula and the Oder, whence they had made their way\nsouth westward across Germany and settled in the year 413 in _Germania\nprima_ on the west bank of the Rhine about Worms. Here a tragic fate was\nsoon to overtake them. In the year 435 they had already suffered a\nreverse in a conflict with the Romans under Aetius, and two years later,\nin 437, they were practically annihilated by the Huns. Twenty thousand of\nthem, we are told, fell in battle, the remainder were scattered\nsouthward. Beyond the brief record by a contemporary, Prosper, we know\nbut little of this event. It has been conjectured that the Huns were on\nthis occasion acting as auxiliaries of Aetius. At any rate it is fairly\ncertain that Attila was not personally on the scene.\n\nWe can easily imagine what a profound impression this extinction of the\nBurgundians would produce upon the minds of their neighbors the Rhine\nFranks. Fact, too, would soon become mingled with fiction. This new feat\nwas ascribed to Attila himself, already too well known as the scourge of\nEurope and the subduer of so many German tribes. A very few years later,\nhowever, fate was to subdue the mighty conqueror himself. With the great\nbattle of Chalons in 451 the tide turned against him, and two years\nafterwards he died a mysterious death. The historian Jordanes of the\nsixth century relates that on the morning after Attila's wedding with a\nGerman princess named Ildico (Hildiko) he was found lying in bed in a\npool of blood, having died of a hemorrhage. The mysteriousness of\nAttila's ending inspired his contemporaries with awe, and the popular\nfancy was not slow to clothe this event also in a dress of fiction. The\nattendant circumstances peculiarly favored such a process. Historians\nsoon recorded the belief that Attila had perished at the hands of his\nwife, and it was only a step further for the imagination to find the\nmotive for the deed in the desire of Hildiko to avenge the death of her\nGerman kinsmen who had perished through Attila. The saga of Attila's\ndeath is before long connected with the growing Burgundian saga, Hildiko\nbecomes the sister of the Burgundian kings Gundahari, Godomar, and\nGislahari, and her deed is vengeance taken upon Attila for his\ndestruction of her brothers. As is seen at once from the outline I have\nalready given (Chapter 2.) of the saga as we find it in the Edda, this is\nthe stage of development it had reached when it began to find its way\nnorthward from the Rhine country to Norway and Iceland.\n\nIt is unnecessary here to record the speculations--for beyond\nspeculations we cannot go--as to how the union of this historical saga of\nthe Burgundians and Attila with the Siegfried saga took place. In the\ncourse of time, and naturally with greatest probability among the Rhine\nFranks who followed the Burgundians as occupants of _Germania prima_, the\ntwo were brought together, and the three Burgundian kings and their\nsister were identified with the three Nibelungen kings and their sister\nof the already localized Siegfried saga. It is also beyond the scope of\nthis introduction to follow the course of the saga northward or to note\nits further evolution during its wanderings and in its new home until it\nwas finally recorded in poetic form in the Edda. We have now to consider\nbriefly the transformation it passed through in Germany between this date\n(about 500) and the time (about 1200) when it emerges in written record\nas the Nibelungenlied.\n\nAn account has already been given (Chapter 3.) of the chief features in\nwhich the Nibelungenlied differs from the Northern form. As we saw there,\nthe mythical element of the Siegfried saga has almost entirely evaporated\nand the historical saga of the Burgundian kings and Attila has undergone\na complete transformation. That the originally mythical and heathen\nSiegfried saga should dwindle away with the progress of civilization and\nunder the influence of Christianity was but natural. The character of the\nvalkyrie Brynhild who avenges upon Sigurd his infidelity to her, yet\nvoluntarily unites herself with him in death, as heathen custom demanded,\nis no longer intelligible. She recedes into the background, and after\nSiegfried's death, though she is still living, she plays no further part.\nThe Nibelungenlied found its final form on Upper German, doubtless\nAustrian, territory. Here alone was it possible that that greatest of all\ntransformations could take place, namely, in the character of Attila. The\nFranks of the Rhine knew him only as the awe-inspiring conqueror who had\nannihilated their neighbors the Burgundians. In Austrian lands it was\nquite otherwise. Many Germanic tribes, particularly the East Goths, had\nfought under the banner of Attila, and in the tradition handed down from\nthem he lived as the embodiment of wisdom and generosity. Here it was\nimpossible that epic story should picture him as slaying the Burgundian\nkings through a covetous desire for their gold. The annihilation of the\nBurgundians is thus left without a motive. To supply this, Kriemhild's\ncharacter is placed upon an entirely different basis. Instead of avenging\nupon Attila the death of her brothers the Burgundian kings, Kriemhild now\navenges upon her brothers the slaying of her first husband Siegfried.\nThis fundamental change in the character of Kriemhild has a deep ethical\nreason. To the ancient heathen Germans the tie of blood-relationship was\nstronger than that of wedlock, and thus in the original version of the\nstory Attila's wife avenges upon him the death of her _brothers_; to the\nChristianized Germans of later times the marriage bond was the stronger,\nand accordingly from the altered motive Kriemhild avenges upon her\nbrothers the slaying of her _husband_. In accordance, too, with this\nethical transformation the scene of the catastrophe is transferred from\nWorms to Attila's court. Kriemhild now looms up as the central figure of\nthe second half of the drama, while Etzel remains to the last ignorant of\nher designs for revenge.\n\nThis transformation of the fundamental parts of the saga was accompanied\nby another process, namely, the addition of new characters. Some of these\nare the product of the poetic faculty of the people or individuals who\npreserved and remoulded the story in the course of centuries, others are\nbased upon history. To the former class belong the Margrave Ruediger, the\nideal of gentle chivalry, and Volker the Fiddler-knight, doubtless a\ncreation of the _spielleute_. To the second class belong Dietrich of\nBern, in whom we see the mighty East Gothic king, Theodoric of Verona;\nalso Bishop Pilgrim of Passau, a very late importation, besides several\nothers in whom are perpetuated in more or less faint outline actual\npersons of history. This introduction of fresh characters from time to\ntime as the saga grew has led to some strange anachronisms, which however\nare a disturbing element only to us readers of a modern day, who with\nsacrilegious hand lift the veil through which they were seen in a uniform\nhaze of romance by the eye of the knights and ladies of seven centuries\nago. _They_ neither knew nor cared to know, for instance, that Attila was\ndead before Theodoric was born, and that Bishop Pilgrim flourished at\nPassau the trifling space of five hundred years later still.[3]\n\n\n[3] Attila lived from about 406 to 453; Theodoric, 475 to 526. Pilgrim\n    was Bishop of Passau, 971 to 991.\n\n\n\n\nII. THE NIBELUNGENLIED\n\n1. The Manuscripts\n\nAmong the German epic poems of the Middle Ages the Nibelungenlied [4]\nenjoyed an exceptional popularity, as is evident from the large number of\nmanuscripts--some thirty, either complete or fragmentary--that have been\npreserved from the centuries immediately following its appearance. Three\nare of prime importance as texts, namely, those preserved now in Munich,\nSt. Gall, and Donaueschingen, and cited as A, B, and C respectively.\nSince the time when Lachmann, about a century ago, made the first\nscientific study of the poem, a whole flood of writings has been poured\nforth discussing the relative merits of these texts. Each in turn has had\nits claims advocated with warmth and even acrimony. None of these three\nprincipal manuscripts, however, offers the poem in its earliest form;\nthey all point to a still earlier version. It is now generally admitted\nthat the St. Gall manuscript (B), according to which the present\ntranslation has been made, contains the best and most nearly original\ntext.\n\n[4] The closing strophe of MS. C calls the poem der _Nibelunge liet_, or\n    Nibelungenlied, i.e. the lay of the Nibelungen, and this is the title\n    by which it is commonly known. MSS. A and B have in the corresponding\n    strophe _der Nibelunge not_, i.e. the 'need', 'distress',\n    'downfall' of the Nibelungen. In the title of the poem 'Nibelungen'\n    is simply equivalent to 'Burgundians': the poem relates the downfall\n    of the Burgundian kings and their people. Originally the Nibelungen\n    were, as their name, which is connected with _nebel_, 'mist',\n    'gloom', signifies, the powers of darkness to whom the light-hero\n    Siegfried fell a prey. After Siegfried obtains possession of the\n    treasure the name Nibelungen is still applied to Alberich and the\n    dwarfs who guard it and who are now Siegfried's vassals. Then after\n    Siegfried's death the name is given to the Burgundians. It is a\n    mistake to suppose that the name was applied in each case to those\n    who became possessors of the hoard, for Siegfried himself is never so\n    designated.\n\n\n2. Stages in the Evolution of the Poem\n\nHand in hand with the discussion of the relative authenticity of the\nmanuscripts went the consideration of another more important literary\nquestion,--the evolution of the poem itself. Even if we knew nothing of\nthe history of the Nibelungen saga as revealed in the Edda and through\nother literary and historic sources, a reading of the poem would give us\nunmistakable hints that it is not, in its present form, a perfect\nliterary unit. We detect inconsistencies in matter and inequalities of\nstyle that prove it to be a remodelling of material already existing in\nsome earlier form. What, then, has been the history of its evolution? How\ndid this primeval Siegfried myth, this historical saga of the Burgundians\nand Attila, first come to be part of the poetic stock of the German\npeople? What was its earliest poetic form, and what series of\ntransformations did it pass through during seven centuries of growth?\nThese and many kindred questions present themselves, and the search for\nanswers to them takes us through many winding labyrinths of the nation's\ncontemporary history. Few products of German literature have so exercised\nand tantalized critics as the Nibelungenlied.\n\nIn this connection we have to remind ourselves that comparatively little\nof what must have been the large body of native poetry in Germany\nprevious to the eleventh century has come down to us. Barely enough has\nbeen preserved to show the path of the nation's literary progress. Some\nof the important monuments have been saved by chance, while others of\nequal or perhaps greater value have been irrecoverably lost. The interest\nin the various incidents of the Nibelungen story was sufficient to keep\nit alive among the people and hand it down orally through many\ngenerations. If we could observe it as it passed from age to age we\nshould doubtless see it undergoing continuous change according to the\ntime and the class of the people that were the preservers of the native\nliterature in its many ups and downs. Lachmann in the year 1816 was the\nfirst to bring scientific criticism to bear on the question of the\nNibelungenlied and its origin. Applying to it the same methods as had\nrecently been used by Wolf in his criticism of the Homeric poems, he\nthought he was able to discover as the basis of the complete epic a cycle\nof twenty separate _lieder_, ballads or shorter episodic poems, on the\nstrength of which belief he went so far as to publish an edition of the\npoem in which he made the division into the twenty separate lays and\neliminated those strophes (more than one third of the whole number) that\nhe deemed not genuine. It is now generally admitted, however, that the\npioneer of Nibelungen investigation fell here into over-positive\nrefinements of literary criticism. Separate shorter poems there doubtless\nexisted narrating separate episodes of the story, but these are no longer\nto be arrived at by a process of critical disintegration and pruning of\nthe epic as we have it. An examination of the twenty _lieder_ according\nto Lachmann's division convinces us that they are not separate units in\nthe sense he conceived them to be. Though these twenty _lieder_ may be\nbased upon a number of earlier episodic poems, yet the latter already\nconstituted a connected series. They were already like so many scenes of\na gradually developing drama. Events were foreshadowed in one that were\nonly fulfilled in another, and the incidents of later ones are often only\nintelligible on the supposition of an acquaintance with motives that\noriginated in preceding ones. It is in this sense only, not according to\nLachmann's overwrought theory, that we are justified in speaking of a\n_liedercyclus_, or cycle of separate episodic poems, as the stage of the\nepic antecedent to the complete form in which we now have it. But beyond\nthis cycle we cannot trace it back. How the mythical saga of Siegfried\nand the Nibelungen, and the story of the Burgundians and Attila, were\nfirst sung in alliterative lays in the Migration Period, how as heathen\nsong they were pushed aside or slowly influenced by the spirit of\nChristianity, how with changing time they changed also their outward\npoetical garb from alliteration to rhyme and altered verse-form, till at\nlast in the twelfth century they have become the cycle of poems from\nwhich the great epic of the Nibelungenlied could be constructed--of all\nthis we may form a faint picture from the development of the literature\nin general, but direct written record of it is almost completely wanting.\n\n\n3. Character of the Poem\n\nThe twelfth and thirteenth centuries witnessed far-reaching changes in\nthe social and intellectual life of the German lands, the leading feature\nof which is the high development of all that is included under the name\nof chivalry. It is marked, too, by a revival of the native literature\nsuch as had not been known before, a revival which is due almost entirely\nto its cultivation by the nobility. From emperor down to the simple\nknight they were patrons of poetry and, what is most striking, nearly all\nthe poets themselves belong to the knightly class. The drama has not yet\nbegun, but in the field of epic and lyric there appear about the year\n1200 poets who are among the greatest that German literature even down to\nthe present time has to show. The epic poetry of that period, though\nwritten almost entirely by the knights, is of two distinct kinds\naccording to its subject: on the one hand what is called the Court Epic,\non the other hand the National, or Popular, Epic. The Court Epic follows\nfor the most part French models and deals chiefly with the life of\nchivalry, whose ideals were embodied in king Arthur and his circle of\nknights; the National Epic drew its subjects from the national German\nsaga, its two great products being the Nibelungenlied and the poem of\nGudrun. Court Epic and National Epic are further distinct in form, the\nCourt Epic being written in the rhymed couplets popularized in modern\ntimes in English by Sir Walter Scott, while the National Epic is composed\nin four-lined strophes.\n\nThough we know the name and more or less of the life of the authors of\nthe many court epics of the period, the name of the poet who gave the\nNibelungenlied its final form has not been recorded. As we have seen, the\npoem is at bottom of a truly popular, national character, having its\nbeginnings in mythology and early national history. For centuries the\nsubject had been national property and connected with the name of no one\nindividual. We have it now in the form in which it was remodelled to suit\nthe taste of the court and the nobility, and like the court epic to be\nread aloud in castle hall. That it is written in four-lined strophes[5]\nand not in the usual rhymed couplets of the court epics is doubtless due\nto the fact that the former verse-form had already been used in the\nearlier ballads upon which it is based, and was simply taken over by the\nfinal moulder of the poem. This latter was probably a member of the\nnobility like the great majority of the epic poets of the time; he must\nat least have been well acquainted with the manners, tastes, sentiments,\nand general life of the nobility. Through him the poem was brought\noutwardly more into line with the literary ideals of the court circles.\nThis shows itself chiefly in a negative way, namely, in the almost\ncomplete avoidance of the coarse language and farcical situations so\ncommon with the popular poet, the _spielmann_. Beyond this no violence is\ndone to the simple form of the original. The style is still inornate and\ndirect, facts still speak rather than words, and there is nothing\napproaching the refined psychological dissection of characters and\nmotives such as we find in Wolfram von Eschenbach and the other court\nwriters.\n\n[5] For description of the Nibelungen strophe see below, Chapter 7.\n\nWhen we look to the inner substance we see that the ground ideals are\nstill those of the original Germanic heroic age. The chief characters are\nstill those of the first stages of the story--Siegfried, Brunhild,\nGunther, Kriemhild, Hagen. The fundamental theme is the ancient theme of\n_triuwe_, unswerving personal loyalty and devotion, which manifests\nitself above all in the characters of Kriemhild and Hagen. Kriemhild's\nhusband Siegfried is treacherously slain: her sorrow and revenge are the\nmotives of the drama. Hagen's mistress has, though with no evil intent on\nSiegfried's part, received an insult to her honor: to avenge that insult\nis Hagen's absorbing duty, which he fulfils with an utter disregard of\nconsequences. Over this their fundamental character the various persons\nof the story have received a gloss of outward conduct in keeping with the\nclose of the twelfth century. The poet is at pains to picture them as\nmodels of courtly bearing, excelling in _hofscheit_, _zuht_, _tugent_.\nGreat attention is paid to dress, and the preparation of fitting apparel\nfor court festivities is described and re-described with wearisome\nprolixity. A cardinal virtue is _milte_, liberality in the bestowal of\ngifts. Courtesy toward women is observed with the careful formality of\nthe age of the minnesingers. It was above all Siegfried, the light-hero\nof the original myth, whose character lent itself to an idealization of\nknighthood. Ruediger holds a like place in the latter part of the poem.\nIn the evident pleasure with which the minstrel-knight Volker of the\nsword-fiddlebow is depicted, as well doubtless as in occasional gleams of\nbroader humor, the hand of the minstrels who wrought on the story in its\nearlier ballad stages may be seen. And the whole poem, in keeping with\nits form in an age strongly under church influence, has been tinged with\nthe ideals of Christianity. Not only does the ordinary conversation of\nall the characters, including even the heathen Etzel, contain a great\nnumber of formal imprecations of God, but Christian institutions and\nChristian ethics come frequently into play. Mass is sung in the minster,\nbaptism, marriage, burial are celebrated in Christian fashion, the devil\nis mentioned according to the Christian conception, we hear of priest,\nchaplain, and bishop, Christians are contrasted with heathen, and\nKriemhild, in marrying Etzel, has a hope of turning him to Christianity.\nIn Hagen's attempt to drown the chaplain whom the Burgundians have with\nthem as they set out for the land of the Huns we have perhaps an\nexpression of the conflict between the heathen and the Christian\nelements, possibly also a reflection of the traditional animosity of the\n_spielmann_ to his clerical rival.\n\nThe Nibelungenlied and the Iliad of Homer have often been compared, but\nafter all to no great purpose. The two epics are alike in having their\nroots deep in national origins, but beyond this we have contrasts rather\nthan resemblances. The Iliad is a more varied and complete picture of the\nwhole Greek world than the Nibelungenlied is of the German, its religious\natmosphere has not been disturbed in the same way as that of the saga of\nearly Germanic times projected several centuries into a later Christian\nage, and it possesses in every way a greater unity of sentiment. In the\nvaried beauty of its language, its wealth of imagery, its depth of\nfeeling and copiousness of incident the Iliad is superior to the\nNibelungenlied with its language of simple directness, its few lyrical\npassages, its expression of feeling by deeds rather than by words. Homer,\ntoo, is in general buoyant, the Nibelungenlied is sombre and stern. And\nin one last respect the two epics differ most of all: the Iliad is\nessentially narrative and descriptive, a series of episodes; the\nNibelungenlied is essentially dramatic, scene following scene of dramatic\nnecessity and pointing steadily to a final and inevitable catastrophe.\n\n\n4. Later Forms of the Saga\n\nIn the Northern Edda and in the German Nibelungenlied the Nibelungen saga\nfound its fullest and most poetic expression. But these were not to be\nthe only literary records of it. Both in Scandinavian lands and in\nGermany various other monuments, scattered over the intervening\ncenturies, bear witness to the fact that it lived on in more or less\ndivergent forms. The Danish historian Saxo Grammaticus of the latter part\nof the twelfth century has a reference to the story of Kriemhild's\ntreachery toward her brothers. About the year 1250 an extensive prose\nnarrative, known as the Thidrekssaga, was written by a Norwegian from\noral accounts given him by men from Bremen and Munster. This narrative is\ninteresting as showing the form the saga had taken by that date on Low\nGerman territory, and holds an important place in the history of the\ndevelopment of the saga. It has much more to say of the early history of\nSiegfried than we find in the Nibelungenlied, and yet in the main\noutlines of the story of Kriemhild's revenge it corresponds with the\nGerman epic and not with the Northern Edda. A chronicle of the island of\nHven in the Sound, dating in its original form from the sixteenth\ncentury, as well as Danish ballads on the same island that have lived on\ninto modern times, tell of Sivard (Siegfried), Brynhild, and also of\nGrimild's (Kriemhild's) revenge. In Norway and Sweden traces of the saga\nhave recently been discovered; while songs that are sung on the Faroe\nIslands, as an accompaniment to the dance on festive occasions, have been\nrecorded, containing over six hundred strophes in which is related in\nmore or less distorted form the Nibelungen story.\n\nIn Germany the two poems known as the _Klage_ and _Hurnen Seyfrid_ are\nthe most noteworthy additional records of the Nibelungen saga, as\noffering in part at least independent material. The _Klage_ is a poem of\nover four thousand lines in rhymed couplets, about half of it being an\naccount of the mourning of Etzel, Dietrich, and Hildebrand as they seek\nout the slain and prepare them for burial, the other half telling of the\nbringing of the news to Bechlaren, Passau, and Worms. The poem was\nwritten evidently very soon after the Nibelungenlied, the substance of\nwhich was familiar to the author, though he also draws in part from other\nsources. Compared with the Nibelungenlied it possesses but little poetic\nmerit and is written with distinctly Christian sentiment which is out of\nharmony with the ground-tone of the Germanic tragedy.\n\nThe _Hurnen Seyfrid_ is a poem of 179 four-lined strophes which is\npreserved only in a print of the sixteenth century, but at least a\nportion of whose substance reaches back in its original form to a period\npreceding the composition of the Nibelungenlied. It is evidently, as we\nhave it, formed by the union of two earlier separate poems, which are\nindeed to a certain extent contradictory of each other. The first tells\nof the boyhood of Seyfrid (Siegfried) and his apprenticeship to the\nsmith; how he slew many dragons, burned them, and smeared over his body\nwith the resulting fluid horny substance (hence his name _hurnen_), which\nmade him invulnerable; how he further found the hoard of the dwarf\nNybling, and by service to King Gybich won the latter's daughter for his\nwife. The second part tells how King Gybich reigned at Worms. He has\nthree sons, Gunther, Hagen, Gyrnot, and one daughter, Kriemhild. The\nlatter is borne off by a dragon, but finally rescued by Seyfrid, to whom\nshe is given in marriage. The three brothers are jealous of the might and\nfame of Seyfrid, and after eight years Hagen slays him beside a cool\nspring in the Ottenwald.\n\nThe poem _Biterolf_, written soon after the Nibelungenlied, and\n_Rosengarten_ of perhaps a half-century later, represent Dietrich in\nconflict with Siegfried at Worms. The famous shoemaker-poet Hans Sachs of\nNuremberg in 1557 constructed a tragedy, _Der hornen Sewfriedt_, on the\nstory of Siegfried as he knew it from the _Hurnen Seyfrid_ and the\n_Rosengarten_. A prose version of the _Hurnen Seyfrid_, with free\nadditions and alterations, is preserved in the _Volksbuch vom gehornten\nSigfrid_, the oldest print of which dates from the year 1726. Of the vast\nnumber of Fairy Tales, those most genuine creations of the poetic\nimagination of the people, in which live on, often to be sure in scarcely\nrecognizable form, many of the myths and sagas of the nation's infancy,\nthere are several that may with justice be taken as relics of the\nSiegfried myth, for instance, The Two Brothers, The Young Giant, The\nEarth-Manikin, The King of the Golden Mount, The Raven, The Skilled\nHuntsman, and perhaps also the Golden Bird and The Water of Life;[6]\nthough it would seem from recent investigations that Thorn-Rose or the\nSleeping Beauty, is no longer to be looked upon as the counterpart of the\nsleeping Brynhild. Finally, it is probable that several names in Germany\nand in Northern countries preserve localized memories of the saga.\n\n\n[6] These will be found in Grimm's Marchen as numbers 60, 90-93, 111, 57,\n    and 97.\n\n\n5. Poem and Saga in Modern Literature\n\nFundamentally different from the foregoing natural outgrowths of the\nNibelungen saga are the modern dramas and poems founded upon it since the\ntime of the romanticists at the beginning of the nineteenth century.[7]\nNearly all of these have already vanished as so much chaff from the\nwinnowing-mill of time: only two, perhaps, are now considered seriously,\nnamely, Hebbel's _Die Nibelungen_ and Richard Wagner's _Ring des\nNibelungen_. Hebbel in his grandly conceived drama in three parts follows\nclosely the story as we have it in our epic poem the Nibelungenlied, and\nthe skill with which he makes use of its tragic elements shows his\ndramatic genius at its best. But not even the genius of Hebbel could make\nthese forms of myth and saga live again for us upon a modern stage, and\nthe failure of this work with its wealth of poetic beauty and many scenes\nof highest dramatic effectiveness to maintain its place as an acting\ndrama is sufficient evidence that the yawning gap that separates the\nsentiment of the modern world from that of the early centuries in which\nthese sagas grew is not to be bridged over by the drama, however easy and\nindeed delightful it may be for us to allow ourselves to be transported\nthither to that romantic land upon the wings of epic story. Wagner in his\nmusic-drama in three parts and prelude has followed in the main the saga\nin its Northern form [8] up to the death of Siegfried and Brunhild, but\nto the entire exclusion of the latter part of the story in which Atli\n(Etzel) figures; his work has accordingly hardly any connection with the\nNibelungenlied here offered in translation. Only the pious loyalty of\nnational sentiment can assign a high place in dramatic literature to\nWagner's work with its intended imitation of the alliterative form of\nverse; while his philosophizing gods and goddesses are also but decadent\nmodern representatives of their rugged heathen originals.\n\n[7] The curious will find a list of these in the introduction to Piper's\n    edition, cited below, Chapter 7.\n[8] See above, Chapter 2.\n\n\n6. Modern German Translations\n\nThe language of the Nibelungenlied presents about the same difficulty to\nthe German reader of to-day as that of our English Chaucer to us. Many\ntranslations into modern German have accordingly been made to render it\naccessible to the average reader without special study. In the year 1767\nBodmer in Zurich published a translation into hexameters of a portion of\nit, and since the investigations of Lachmann raised it to the position of\na national epic of first magnitude many more have appeared, both in prose\nand verse. The best in prose is that by Scherr, of the year 1860. Of the\nmetrical translations that by Simrock, which in its later editions\nfollows pretty closely the text of MS. C, is deservedly the most popular\nand has passed through a great number of editions. Bartsch has also made\na translation based on his edition of MS. B. These modern versions by\nSimrock and Bartsch reproduce best the metrical quality of the original\nstrophe. Easily obtainable recent translations are those by Junghans (in\nReclam's Universalbibliothek) of text C, and by Hahn (Collection Spemann)\nof text A.\n\n\n7. English Translations[9]\n\n[9] For a complete list of these, also of magazine articles, etc.,\n    relating to the Nibelungenlied, see F. E. Sandbach, The\n    _Nibelungenlied and Gudrun in England and America_, London,\n    1903.\n\nEarly in last century interest in the Nibelungenlied began to manifest\nitself in England. A synopsis of it, with metrical translation of several\nstrophes, appeared in the year 1814 in Weber, Jamieson and Scott's\n\"Illustrations of Northern Antiquities\" (London and Edinburgh), in which,\naccording to Lockhart, Sir Walter Scott's hand may perhaps be seen.\nCarlyle, laboring as a pioneer to spread a knowledge of German literature\nin England, contributed to the Westminster Review in 1831 his well-known\nessay on the Nibelungenlied which, though containing an additional mass\nof rather ill-arranged matter and now antiquated in many particulars, is\nstill well worth reading for its enthusiastic account of the epic itself\nin the genuine style of the author. Carlyle here reproduces in metrical\nform a few strophes. He has said elsewhere that one of his ambitions was\nto make a complete English version of the poem. Since then an endless\nnumber of accounts of it, chiefly worthless, has appeared in magazines\nand elsewhere. The first attempt at a complete metrical translation was\nmade in 1848 by Jonathan Birch, who however only reproduces Lachmann's\ntwenty _lieder_, with some fifty-one strophes added on his own account.\nHis version of the first strophe runs thus:\n\n  Legends of by-gone times reveal wonders and prodigies,\n  Of heroes worthy endless fame,--of matchless braveries,--\n  Of jubilees and festal sports,--of tears and sorrows great,--\n  And knights who daring combats fought:--the like I now relate.\n\nIn 1850 appeared William Nansom Lettsom's translation of the whole poem\naccording to Braunfels' edition, with the opening strophe turned as\nfollows:\n\n  In stories of our fathers high marvels we are told\n  Of champions well approved in perils manifold.\n  Of feasts and merry meetings, of weeping and of wail,\n  And deeds of gallant daring I'll tell you in my tale.\n\nThe next metrical rendering is that by A. G. Foster-Barham in the year\n1887. His first strophe reads:\n\n  Many a wondrous story have the tales of old,\n  Of feats of knightly glory, and of the Heroes bold,\n  Of the delights of feasting, of weeping and of wail,\n  Of noble deeds of daring; you may list strange things in my tale.\n\nIn the year 1898 follows still another, by Alice Horton (edited by E.\nBell). This latest translation is based on Bartsch's text of MS. B, and\nis prefaced by Carlyle's essay. First strophe:\n\n  To us, in olden legends, / is many a marvel told\n  Of praise-deserving heroes, / of labours manifold,\n  Of weeping and of wailing, / of joy and festival;\n  Of bold knights' battling shall you / now hear a wondrous tale.\n\nApart from the many faults of interpretation all of the metrical\ntranslations of the Nibelungenlied here enumerated are defective in one\nall-important respect: they do not reproduce the poem in its _metrical\nform_. Carlyle and other pioneers we may perhaps acquit of any intention\nof following the original closely in this regard. None of the translators\nof the complete poem, however, has retained in the English rendering what\nis after all the very essence of a poem,--its exact metrical quality.\nBirch has created an entirely different form of strophe in which all four\nlines are alike, each containing seven principal accents, with the\ncaesura, following the fourth foot. Lettsom makes the first serious\nattempt to reproduce the original strophe. It is evident from the\nintroduction to his translation (see p. xxvi) that he had made a careful\nstudy of its form, and he does in fact reproduce the first three lines\nexactly. Of the fourth line he says: \"I have not thought it expedient to\nmake a rule of thus lengthening the fourth lines of the stanzas, though I\nhave lengthened them occasionally\"(!). What moved him thus to deprive\nthe stanza of its most striking feature--and one, moreover, that is\neasily preserved in English--he does not make clear. The versions of\nFoster-Barham and of Horton and Bell show the same disfigurement, the\nlatter omitting the extra accent of the fourth line, as they say, \"for\nthe sake of euphony\"(!). It is just this lengthened close of each strophe\nthat gives the Nibelungenlied its peculiar metrical character and\ncontributes not a little to the avoidance of monotony in a poem of over\ntwo thousand strophes. In theory the form of the fourth line as it stands\nin the original is no more foreign to the genius of the English language\nthan to that of modern German, and few of the many Germans giving a\nmodernized version of the epic have been bold enough to lay sacrilegious\nhands upon it to shorten it.\n\nA brief account of the Nibelungen strophe may not be out of place here,\nowing to the fact that its character has generally been misunderstood.\nThe origin and evolution of the strophe have been the subject of much\ndiscussion, the results of which we need not pause to formulate here. As\nit appears in actual practice in our poem of about the year 1200, it was\nas follows: Each strophe consists of four long lines, the first line\nrhyming with the second, and the third with the fourth. The rhymes are\nmasculine, that is, rhymes on the end syllable. Each line is divided by a\nclearly marked caesura into two halves; each half of the first three\nlines and the first half of the fourth line has three accented syllables,\nthe second half of the fourth line has four accented syllables. The first\nhalf of each line ends in an unaccented syllabic--or, strictly speaking,\nin a syllable bearing a secondary accent; that is, each line has what is\ncalled a \"ringing\" caesura. The metrical character of the Nibelungen\nstrophe is thus due to its fixed number of accented syllables. Of\nunaccented syllables the number may vary within certain limits.\nOrdinarily each accented syllable is preceded by an unaccented one; that\nis, the majority of feet are iambic. The unaccented syllable may,\nhowever, at times be wanting, or there may, on the other hand, be two or\neven three of them together. A characteristic of the second half of the\nlast line is that there is very frequently no unaccented syllable between\nthe second and the third accented ones. Among occasional variations of\nthe normal strophe as here described may be mentioned the following: The\nend-rhyme is in a few instances feminine instead of masculine; while on\nthe other hand the ending of the first half-lines is occasionally\nmasculine instead of feminine, that is, the caesura is not \"ringing.\" In\na few scattered instances we find strophes that rhyme throughout in the\ncaesura as well as at the end of lines;[10] occasionally the first and\nsecond lines, or still less frequently the third and fourth, alone have\ncaesural rhyme.[11] Rhyming of the caesura may be regarded as accidental\nin most cases, but it is reproduced as exactly as possible in this\ntranslation.\n\n[10] Strophes 1, 17, 102, and possibly 841.\n[11] Strophes 18, 69, 103, 115, 129, 148, 177, 190, 198, 222, 231,\n     239, 293, 325, 345, 363, 485, 584, 703, 712, 859, 864, 894, 937,\n     1022, 1032, 1114, 1225, 1432, 1436, 1460, 1530, 1555, 1597, 1855,\n     1909, 1944, 1956, 2133, 2200, 2206, 2338.\n\nIn the original the opening strophe, which is altogether more regular\nthan the average and is, moreover, one of the few that have also complete\ncaesural rhyme, is as follows:\n\n  Uns ist in alten maeren / wunders vil geseit\n  von heleden lobebaeren, / von grozer arebeit,\n  von frouden, hochgeziten, / von weinen und von klagen,\n  von kuener recken striten / muget ir nu wunder hoeren sagen.\n\nHere the only place where the unaccented syllable is lacking before the\naccented is before _wunders_ at the beginning of the second half of the\nfirst line. A strophe showing more typical irregularities is, for\ninstance, the twenty-second:\n\n  In sinen besten ziten, / bi sinen jungen tagen,\n  man mohte michel wunder / von Sivride sagen,\n  waz eren an im wuchse / und wie scoene was sin lip.\n  sit heten in ze minne / diu vil waetlichen wip.\n\nHere the rhyme of the first and second lines is still masculine, _tagen_\nand _sagen_ being pronounced _tagn_ and _sagn_. The unaccented syllable\nis lacking, e.g., before the second accent of the second half of line\ntwo, also before the first and the third accent of the second half of\nline four. There are two unaccented syllables at the beginning\n(_Auftakt_) of the second half of line three. The absence of the\nunaccented syllable between the second and the third accent of the last\nhalf of the fourth line of a strophe, as here, is so frequent in the poem\nas to amount almost to a rule; it shows an utter misconception, or\ndisregard, of its true character, nevertheless, to treat this last\nhalf-line as having only three accented syllables, as all translators\nhitherto have done.\n\n\n8. Editions Of The Nibelungenlied\n\nMS. A. (Hohenems-Munich).\n  Lachmann, _Der Nibelunge Not und die Klage_, 5th ed., Berlin, 1878.\n    Several reprints of the text alone later.\n\nMS. B. (St. Gall).\n  Bartsch, _Das Nibelungenlied_, 6th ed., Leipzig, 1886. (Vol. 3 of the\n    series Deutsche Classiker des Mittelalters.)\n  Piper, _Die Nibelungen_. (Vol. 6 of Kurschner's Deutsche\n    National-Litteratur.)\n\nMS. C. (Donaueschingen).\n  Zarncke, _Das Nibelungenlied_, 6th ed., Leipzig, 1887.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTHE NIBELUNGENLIED\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nFIRST ADVENTURE\n\nKriemhild's Dream\n\n1\n\nTo us in olden story / are wonders many told\nOf heroes rich in glory, / of trials manifold:\nOf joy and festive greeting, / of weeping and of woe,\nOf keenest warriors meeting, / shall ye now many a wonder know.\n\n2\n\nThere once grew up in Burgundy / a maid of noble birth,\nNor might there be a fairer / than she in all the earth:\nKriemhild hight the maiden, / and grew a dame full fair,\nThrough whom high thanes a many / to lose their lives soon doomed were.\n\n3\n\n'Twould well become the highest / to love the winsome maid,\nKeen knights did long to win her, / and none but homage paid.\nBeauty without measure, / that in sooth had she,\nAnd virtues wherewith many / ladies else adorned might be.\n\n4\n\nThree noble lords did guard her, / great as well in might,\nGunther and Gernot, / each one a worthy knight,\nAnd Giselher their brother, / a hero young and rare.\nThe lady was their sister / and lived beneath the princes' care.\n\n5\n\nThese lords were free in giving, / and born of high degree;\nUndaunted was the valor / of all the chosen three.\nIt was the land of Burgundy / o'er which they did command,\nAnd mighty deeds of wonder / they wrought anon in Etzel's land.\n\n6\n\nAt Worms amid their warriors / they dwelt, the Rhine beside,\nAnd in their lands did serve them / knights of mickle pride,\nWho till their days were ended / maintained them high in state.\nThey later sadly perished / beneath two noble women's hate.\n\n7\n\nA high and royal lady, / Ute their mother hight,\nTheir father's name was Dankrat, / a man of mickle might.\nTo them his wealth bequeathed he / when that his life was done,\nFor while he yet was youthful / had he in sooth great honor won.\n\n8\n\nIn truth were these three rulers, / as I before did say,\nGreat and high in power, / and homage true had they\nEke of knights the boldest / and best that e'er were known,\nKeen men all and valiant, / as they in battle oft had shown.\n\n9\n\nThere was of Tronje Hagen, / and of that princely line\nHis brother valiant Dankwart; / and eke of Metz Ortwein;\nThen further the two margraves, / Gere and Eckewart;\nOf Alzei was Volker, / a doughty man of dauntless heart.\n\n10\n\nRumold the High Steward, / a chosen man was he,\nSindold and Hunold / they tended carefully\nEach his lofty office / in their three masters' state,\nAnd many a knight beside them / that I the tale may ne'er relate.\n\n11\n\nDankwart he was Marshal; / his nephew, then, Ortwein\nUpon the monarch waited / when that he did dine;\nSindold was Cup-bearer, / a stately thane was he,\nAnd Chamberlain was Hunold, / masters all in courtesy.\n\n12\n\nOf the kings' high honor / and their far-reaching might,\nOf their full lofty majesty / and how each gallant knight\nFound his chiefest pleasure / in the life of chivalry,\nIn sooth by mortal never / might it full related be.\n\n13\n\nAmid this life so noble / did dream the fair Kriemhild\nHow that she reared a falcon, / in beauty strong and wild,\nThat by two eagles perished; / the cruel sight to see\nDid fill her heart with sorrow / as great as in this world might be.\n\n14\n\nThe dream then to her mother / Queen Ute she told,\nBut she could not the vision / than thus more clear unfold:\n\"The falcon that thou rearedst, / doth mean a noble spouse:\nGod guard him well from evil / or thou thy hero soon must lose.\"\n\n15\n\n\"Of spouse, O darling mother, / what dost thou tell to me?\nWithout a knight to woo me, / so will I ever be,\nUnto my latest hour / I'll live a simple maid,\nThat I through lover's wooing / ne'er be brought to direst need.\"\n\n16\n\n\"Forswear it not so rashly,\" / her mother then replied.\n\"On earth if thou wilt ever / cast all care aside,\n'Tis love alone will do it; / thou shalt be man's delight,\nIf God but kindly grant thee / to wed a right good valiant knight.\"\n\n17\n\n\"Now urge the case, dear mother,\" / quoth she, \"not further here.\nFate of many another / dame hath shown full clear\nHow joy at last doth sorrow / lead oft-times in its train.\nThat I no ruth may borrow, / from both alike I'll far remain.\"\n\n18\n\nLong time, too, did Kriemhild / her heart from love hold free,\nAnd many a day the maiden / lived right happily,\nEre good knight saw she any / whom she would wish to woo.\nIn honor yet she wedded / anon a worthy knight and true.\n\n19\n\nHe was that same falcon / she saw the dream within\nUnfolded by her mother. / Upon her nearest kin,\nThat they did slay him later, / how wreaked she vengeance wild!\nThrough death of this one hero / died many another mother's child.\n\n\n\n\nSECOND ADVENTURE\n\nSiegfried\n\n20\n\nThere grew likewise in Netherland / a prince of noble kind,\nSiegmund hight his father, / his mother Siegelind--\nWithin a lordly castle / well known the country o'er,\nBy the Rhine far downward: / Xanten was the name it bore.\n\n21\n\nSiegfried they did call him, / this bold knight and good;\nMany a realm he tested, / for brave was he of mood.\nHe rode to prove his prowess / in many a land around:\nHeigh-ho! what thanes of mettle / anon in Burgundy he found!\n\n22\n\nIn the springtime of his vigor, / when he was young and bold,\nCould tales of mickle wonder / of Siegfried be told,\nHow he grew up in honor, / and how fair he was to see:\nAnon he won the favor / of many a debonair lady.\n\n23\n\nAs for a prince was fitting, / they fostered him with care:\nYet how the knightly virtues / to him native were!\n'Twas soon the chiefest glory / of his father's land,\nThat he in fullest measure / endowed with princely worth did stand.\n\n24\n\nHe soon was grown in stature / that he at court did ride.\nThe people saw him gladly, / lady and maid beside\nDid wish that his own liking / might lead him ever there.\nThat they did lean unto him / the knight was soon right well aware.\n\n25\n\nIn youth they let him never / without safe escort ride;\nSoon bade Siegmund and Siegelind / apparel rich provide;\nMen ripe in wisdom taught him, / who knew whence honor came.\nThus many lands and people / he won by his wide-honored name.\n\n26\n\nNow was he of such stature / that he could weapons bear:\nOf what thereto he needed / had he an ample share.\nThen to think of loving / fair maids did he begin,\nAnd well might they be honored / for wooer Siegfried bold to win.\n\n27\n\nThen bade his father Siegmund / make known to one and all\nThat he with his good kinsmen / would hold high festival.\nAnd soon were tidings carried / to all the neighboring kings;\nTo friends at home and strangers / steeds gave he and rich furnishings.\n\n28\n\nWherever they found any / who knight was fit to be\nBy reason of his kindred, / all such were courteously\nUnto the land invited / to join the festal throng,\nWhen with the prince so youthful / on them the knightly sword was hung.\n\n29\n\nOf this high time of revelry / might I great wonders tell.\nSiegmund and Siegelind / great honor won full well,\nSuch store of goodly presents / they dealt with generous hand,\nThat knights were seen full many / from far come pricking to their land.\n\n30\n\nFour hundred lusty squires / were there to be clad\nIn knight's full garb with Siegfried. / Full many a beauteous maid\nAt work did never tire, / for dear they did him hold,\nAnd many a stone full precious / those ladies laid within the gold,\n\n31\n\nThat they upon the doublets / embroidered cunningly\nOf those soon to be knighted: / 't was thus it had to be,\nSeats bade the host for many / a warrior bold make right\nAgainst the high midsummer, / when Siegfried won the name of knight.\n\n32\n\nThen went unto the minster / full many a noble knight\nAnd gallant squires beside them. / The elder there with right\nDid wait upon the younger, / as once for them was done.\nThey were all light-hearted, / in hope of pleasure every one.\n\n33\n\nGod to praise and honor / they sang the mass' song;\nThere, too, were crowds of people, / a great and surging throng,\nWhen after knightly custom / knighthood received they then,\nIn such a stately pageant / as scarce might ever be again.\n\n34\n\nThey hastened where they found them / saddled many a steed;\nIn the court of Siegmund's castle / they tilted with such speed\nThat far the din resounded / through castle and through hall,\nAs in the play with clamor / did join the fiery riders all.\n\n35\n\nWell-tried old knights and youthful / met there in frequent clash,\nThere was sound of shattered lances / that through the air did crash,\nAnd along before the castle / were splinters seen to fly\nFrom hands of knights a many: / each with other there did vie.\n\n36\n\nThe king he bade give over: / they led the chargers out:\nThere was seen all shattered / many a boss well-wrought,\nAnd many a stone full costly / lay there upon the sward\nFrom erstwhile shining shield-bands, / now broken in the jousting hard.\n\n37\n\nThe guests all went thereafter / where seats for them were reared;\nThey by the choicest viands / from weariness were cheered,\nAnd wine, of all the rarest, / that then in plenty flowed.\nUpon both friends and strangers / were fitting honors rich bestowed.\n\n38\n\nIn such merry manner / all day did last the feast.\nMany a wandering minstrel / knew not any rest,\nBut sang to win the presents / dealt out with bounteous hand;\nAnd with their praise was honored / far and wide King Siegmund's land.\n\n39\n\nThe monarch then did order / Siegfried his youthful son\nIn fee give lands and castles, / as he erstwhile had done.\nTo all his sword-companions / he gave with such full hand,\nThat joyed they o'er the journey / they now had made unto that land.\n\n40\n\nThe festival yet lasted / until the seventh day.\nSiegelind after old custom / in plenty gave away\n--For so her son she honored-- / rich gifts of shining gold:\nIn sooth deserved she richly / that all should him in honor hold.\n\n41\n\nNever a wandering minstrel / was unprovided found:\nHorses there and raiment / so free were dealt around,\nAs if to live they had not / beyond it one day more.\nI ween a monarch's household / ne'er bestowed such gifts before.\n\n42\n\nThus closed the merry feasting / in this right worthy way,\nAnd 't was well known thereafter / how those good knights did say\nThat they the youthful hero / for king would gladly have;\nBut this nowise he wished for, / Siegfried the stately knight and brave.\n\n43\n\nWhile that they both were living, / Siegmund and Siegelind,\nNo crown their son desired, / --thereto he had no mind.\nYet would he fain be master / o'er all the hostile might\nThat in the lands around him / opposed the keen and fiery knight.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRD ADVENTURE.\n\nHow Siegfried came to Worms\n\n44\n\nSeldom in sooth, if ever, / the hero's heart was sad.\nHe heard them tell the story, / how that a winsome maid\nThere lived afar in Burgundy, / surpassing fair to see:\nGreat joy she brought him later, / but eke she brought him misery.\n\n45\n\nOf her exceeding beauty / the fame spread far and near,\nAnd of the thing, moreover, / were knights oft-times aware\nHow the maid's high spirit / no mortal could command:\nThe thing lured many a stranger / from far unto King Gunther's land.\n\n46\n\nAlthough to win her favor / were many wooers bent,\nIn her own heart would never / Kriemhild thereto consent\nThat any one amongst them / for lover she would have:\nStill to her was he a stranger / to whom anon her troth she gave.\n\n47\n\nTo true love turned his fancy / the son of Siegelind.\n'Gainst his, all others' wooing / was like an idle wind:\nFull well did he merit / a lady fair to woo,\nAnd soon the noble Kriemhild / to Siegfried bold was wedded true.\n\n48\n\nBy friends he oft was counselled, / and many a faithful man,\nSince to think of wooing / in earnest he began,\nThat he a wife should find him / of fitting high degree.\nThen spoke the noble Siegfried: / \"In sooth fair Kriemhild shall it be,\n\n49\n\n\"The noble royal maiden / in Burgundy that dwells,\nFor sake of all her beauty. / Of her the story tells,\nNe'er monarch was so mighty / that, if for spouse he sighed,\n'Twere not for him befitting / to take the princess for his bride.\"\n\n50\n\nUnto King Siegmund also / the thing was soon made known.\nHis people talked about it, / whereby to him was shown\nThe Prince's fixed purpose. / It grieved him sorely, too,\nThat his son intent was / the full stately maid to woo.\n\n51\n\nSiegelind asked and learned it, / the noble monarch's wife.\nFor her loved son she sorrowed / lest he should lose his life,\nFor well she knew the humor / of Gunther and his men.\nThen gan they from the wooing / strive to turn the noble thane.\n\n52\n\nThen said the doughty Siegfried: / \"O father dear to me,\nWithout the love of woman / would I ever be,\nCould I not woo in freedom / where'er my heart is set.\nWhate'er be said by any, / I'll keep the selfsame purpose yet.\"\n\n53\n\n\"Since thou wilt not give over,\" / the king in answer said,\n\"Am I of this thy purpose / inwardly full glad,\nAnd straightway to fulfil it / I'll help as best I can,\nYet in King Gunther's service / is many a haughty-minded man.\n\n54\n\n\"And were there yet none other / than Hagen, warrior-knight,\nHe with such haughty bearing / is wont to show his might,\nThat I do fear right sorely / that sad our end may be,\nIf we set out with purpose / to win the stately maid for thee.\"\n\n55\n\n\"Shall we by that be hindered?\" / outspake Siegfried then;\n\"Whate'er in friendly fashion / I cannot obtain\nI'll yet in other manner / take that, with sword in hand.\nI trow from them I'll further / wrest both their vassals and their land.\"\n\n56\n\n\"I grieve to hear thy purpose,\" / said Siegmund the king;\n\"If any one this story / unto the Rhine should bring,\nThen durst thou never after / within that land be seen.\nGunther and Gernot, / --well known to me they long have been.\n\n57\n\n\"By force, however mighty, / no man can win the maid,\"\nSpake King Siegmund further, / \"to me hath oft been said.\nBut if with knightly escort / thither thou wilt ride,\nGood friends--an have we any-- / shall soon be summoned to thy side.\"\n\n58\n\n\"No wish,\" then answered Siegfried, / \"it ever was of mine,\nThat warrior knights should follow / with me unto the Rhine\nAs if arrayed for battle: / 'twould make my heart full sad,\nTo force in hostile manner / to yield to me the stately maid.\n\n59\n\n\"By my own hand--thus only-- / trust I to win my bride;\nWith none but twelve in company / to Gunther's land I'll ride.\nIn this, O royal father, / thy present help I pray.\"\nGray and white fur raiment / had his companions for the way.\n\n60\n\nSiegelind his mother / then heard the story too,\nAnd grieved she was on hearing / what her dear son would do,\nFor she did fear to lose him / at hands of Gunther's men.\nThereat with heart full heavy / began to weep the noble queen.\n\n61\n\nThen came forth Sir Siegfried / where the queen he sought,\nAnd to his weeping mother / thus gently spake his thought:\n\"No tear of grief thou shouldest / ever shed for me,\nFor I care not a tittle / for all the warriors that be.\n\n62\n\n\"So help me on my journey / to the land of Burgundy,\nAnd furnish such apparel / for all my knights and me,\nAs warriors of our station / might well with honor wear.\nThen I in turn right truly / to thee my gratitude will swear.\"\n\n63\n\n\"Since thou wilt not give over,\" / Siegelind then replied,\n\"My only son, I'll help thee / as fits thee forth to ride,\nWith the best apparel / that riders ever wore,\nThee and thy companions: / ye shall of all have goodly store.\"\n\n64\n\nThen bowed the youthful Siegfried / the royal dame before,\nAnd said: \"Upon the journey / will I take no more,\nBut twelve good knights only: / for these rich dress provide,\nFor I would know full gladly / how 't doth with Kriemhild betide.\"\n\n65\n\nThen sat at work fair women / by night and eke by day,\nAnd rest indeed but little / from busy toil had they,\nUntil they had made ready / the dress Siegfried should wear.\nFirm bent upon the journey, / no other counsel would he hear.\n\n66\n\nHis father bade a costly / garb for him prepare,\nThat leaving Siegmund's country / he the same might wear.\nFor all their glittering breastplates / were soon prepared beside,\nAnd helmets firmly welded, / and shining shields long and wide.\n\n67\n\nThen fast the day grew nearer / when they should thence depart.\nMen and likewise women / went sorrowing in heart,\nIf that they should ever / see more their native land.\nWith full equipment laden / the sumpter horses there did stand.\n\n68\n\nTheir steeds were stately, furnished / with trappings rich with gold;\nIt were a task all bootless / to seek for knights more bold\nThan were the gallant Siegfried / and his chosen band.\nHe longed to take departure / straightway for Burgundian land.\n\n69\n\nLeave granted they with sadness, / both the king and queen,\nThe which to turn to gladness / sought the warrior keen,\nAnd spake then: \"Weep ye shall not / at all for sake of me,\nForever free from doubtings / about my safety may ye be.\"\n\n70\n\nStern warriors stood there sorrowing, / --in tears was many a maid.\nI ween their hearts erred nothing, / as sad forebodings said\nThat 'mongst their friends so many / thereby were doomed to die.\nGood cause had they to sorrow / at last o'er all their misery.\n\n71\n\nUpon the seventh morning / to Worms upon the strand\nDid come the keen knights riding. / Bright shone many a band\nOf gold from their apparel / and rich equipment then;\nAnd gently went their chargers / with Siegfried and his chosen men.\n\n72\n\nNew-made shields they carried / that were both strong and wide\nAnd brightly shone their helmets / as thus to court did ride\nSiegfried the keen warrior / into King Gunther's land.\nOf knights before was never / beheld so richly clad a band.\n\n73\n\nThe points of their long scabbards / reached down unto the spur,\nAnd spear full sharply pointed / bore each chosen warrior.\nThe one that Siegfried carried / in breadth was two good span,\nAnd grimly cut its edges / when driven by the fearless man.\n\n74\n\nReins with gold all gleaming / held they in the hand,\nThe saddle-bands were silken. / So came they to the land.\nOn every side the people / to gape at them began,\nAnd also out to meet them / the men that served King Gunther ran.\n\n75\n\nGallant men high-hearted, / knight and squire too,\nHastened to receive them, / for such respect was due,\nAnd bade the guests be welcome / unto their master's land.\nThey took from them their chargers, / and shields as well from out the\n      hand.\n\n76\n\nThen would they eke the chargers / lead forth unto their rest;\nBut straight the doughty Siegfried / to them these words addressed:\n\"Yet shall ye let our chargers / stand the while near by;\nSoon take we hence our journey; / thereon resolved full well am I.\n\n77\n\n\"If that be known to any, / let him not delay,\nWhere I your royal master / now shall find, to say,--\nGunther, king so mighty / o'er the land of Burgundy.\"\nThen told him one amongst them / to whom was known where that might be:\n\n78\n\n\"If that the king thou seekest, / right soon may he be found.\nWithin that wide hall yonder / with his good knights around\nBut now I saw him sitting. / Thither do thou repair,\nAnd thou may'st find around him / many a stately warrior there.\"\n\n79\n\nNow also to the monarch / were the tidings told,\nThat within his castle / were knights arrived full bold,\nAll clad in shining armor / and apparelled gorgeously;\nBut not a man did know them / within the land of Burgundy.\n\n80\n\nThereat the king did wonder / whence were come to him\nThese knights adventure seeking / in dress so bright and trim,\nAnd shields adorned so richly / that new and mighty were.\nThat none the thing could tell him / did grieve him sorely to hear.\n\n81\n\nOutspake a knight then straightway, / Ortwein by name was he,\nStrong and keen as any / well was he known to be:\n\"Since we of them know nothing, / bid some one quickly go\nAnd fetch my uncle Hagen: / to him thou shalt the strangers show.\n\n82\n\n\"To him are known far kingdoms / and every foreign land,\nAnd if he know these strangers / we soon shall understand.\"\nThe king then sent to fetch him: / with his train of men\nUnto the king's high presence / in stately gear went he then.\n\n83\n\nWhat were the king's good pleasure, / asked Hagen grim in war.\n\"In the court within my castle / are warriors from afar,\nAnd no one here doth know them: / if them thou e'er didst see\nIn any land far distant, / now shalt thou, Hagen, tell to me.\"\n\n84\n\n\"That will I do, 'tis certain.\"-- / To a window then he went,\nAnd on the unknown strangers / his keen eye he bent.\nWell pleased him their equipment / and the rich dress they wore,\nYet ne'er had he beheld them / in land of Burgundy before.\n\n85\n\nHe said that whencesoever / these knights come to the Rhine,\nThey bear a royal message, / or are of princely line.\n\"Their steeds are so bedizened, / and their apparel rare:\nNo matter whence they journey, / high-hearted men in truth they are.\"\n\n86\n\nFurther then spake Hagen: / \"As far as goes my ken,\nThough I the noble Siegfried / yet have never seen,\nYet will I say meseemeth, / howe'er the thing may be,\nThis knight who seeks adventure, / and yonder stands so proud, is he.\n\n87\n\n\"'Tis some new thing he bringeth / hither to our land.\nThe valiant Nibelungen / fell by the hero's hand,\nSchilbung and Nibelung, / from royal sire sprung;\nDeeds he wrought most wondrous / anon when his strong arm he swung.\n\n88\n\n\"As once alone the hero / rode without company,\nFound he before a mountain / --as hath been told to me--\nWith the hoard of Nibelung / full many stalwart men;\nTo him had they been strangers / until he chanced to find them then.\n\n89\n\n\"The hoard of King Nibelung / entire did they bear\nForth from a mountain hollow. / And now the wonder hear,\nHow that they would share it, / these two Nibelung men.\nThis saw the fearless Siegfried, / and filled he was with wonder then.\n\n90\n\n\"He came so near unto them / that he the knights espied,\nAnd they in turn him also. / One amongst them said:\n'Here comes the doughty Siegfried, / hero of Netherland.'\nSince 'mongst the Nibelungen / strange wonders wrought his mighty hand.\n\n91\n\n\"Right well did they receive him, / Schilbung and Nibelung,\nAnd straight they both together, / these noble princes young,\nBade him mete out the treasure, / the full valorous man,\nAnd so long time besought him / that he at last the task began.\n\n92\n\n\"As we have heard in story, / he saw of gems such store\nThat they might not be laden / on wagons full five score;\nMore still of gold all shining / from Nibelungenland.\n'Twas all to be divided / between them by keen Siegfried's hand.\n\n93\n\n\"Then gave they him for hire / King Nibelung's sword.\nAnd sooth to say, that service / brought them but small reward,\nThat for them there performed / Siegfried of dauntless mood.\nHis task he could not finish; / thereat they raged as were they wood.\n\n94\n\n\"They had there of their followers / twelve warriors keen,\nAnd strong they were as giants: / what booted giants e'en?\nThem slew straightway in anger / Siegfried's mighty hand,\nAnd warriors seven hundred / he felled in Nibelungenland\n\n95\n\n\"With the sword full trusty, / Balmung that hight.\nFull many a youthful warrior / from terror at the sight\nOf that deadly weapon / swung by his mighty hand\nDid render up his castle / and pledge him fealty in the land.\n\n96\n\n\"Thereto the kings so mighty, / them slew he both as well.\nBut into gravest danger / through Alberich he fell,\nWho thought for his slain masters / vengeance to wreak straightway,\nUntil the mighty Siegfried / his wrath with strong arm did stay.\n\n97\n\n\"Nor could prevail against him / the Dwarf, howe'er he tried.\nE'en as two wild lions / they coursed the mountainside,\nWhere he the sightless mantle[1] / from Alberich soon won.\nThen Siegfried, knight undaunted, / held the treasure for his own.\n\n[1] This is the _tarnkappe_, a cloak that made the wearer invisible,\n    and also gave him the strength of twelve men.\n\n98\n\n\"Who then dared join the struggle, / all slain around they lay.\nThen he bade the treasure / to draw and bear away\nThither whence 'twas taken / by the Nibelungen men.\nAlberich for his valor / was then appointed Chamberlain.\n\n99\n\n\"An oath he had to swear him, / he'd serve him as his slave;\nTo do all kinds of service / his willing pledge he gave\"--\nThus spake of Tronje Hagen-- / \"That has the hero done;\nMight as great before him / was never in a warrior known.\n\n100\n\n\"Still know I more about him, / that has to me been told.\nA dragon, wormlike monster, / slew once the hero bold.\nThen in its blood he bathed him, / since when his skin hath been\nSo horn-hard, ne'er a weapon / can pierce it, as hath oft been seen.\n\n101\n\n\"Let us the brave knight-errant / receive so courteously\nThat we in nought shall merit / his hate, for strong is he.\nHe is so keen of spirit / he must be treated fair:\nHe has by his own valor / done many a deed of prowess rare.\"\n\n102\n\nThe monarch spake in wonder: / \"In sooth thou tellest right.\nNow see how proudly yonder / he stands prepared for fight,\nHe and his thanes together, / the hero wondrous keen!\nTo greet him we'll go thither, / and let our fair intent be seen.\"\n\n103\n\n\"That canst thou,\" out spake Hagen, / \"well in honor do.\nHe is of noble kindred, / a high king's son thereto.\n'Tis seen in all his bearing; / meseems in truth, God wot,\nThe tale is worth the hearing / that this bold knight has hither\n      brought.\"\n\n104\n\nThen spake the mighty monarch: / \"Be he right welcome here.\nKeen is he and noble, / of fame known far and near.\nSo shall he be fair treated / in the land of Burgundy.\"\nDown then went King Gunther, / and Siegfried with his men found he.\n\n105\n\nThe king and his knights with him / received so well the guest,\nThat the hearty greeting / did their good will attest.\nThereat in turn the stranger / in reverence bowed low,\nThat in their welcome to him / they did such courtesy bestow.\n\n106\n\n\"To me it is a wonder,\" / straightway spake the host,\n\"From whence, O noble Siegfried, / come to our land thou dost,\nOr what here thou seekest / at Worms upon the Rhine.\"\nHim the stranger answered: / \"Put thou away all doubts of thine.\n\n107\n\n\"I oft have heard the tiding / within my sire's domain,\nHow at thy court resided / --and know this would I fain--\nKnights, of all the keenest, / --'tis often told me so--\nThat e'er a monarch boasted: / now come I hither this to know.\n\n108\n\n\"Thyself have I heard also / high praised for knightly worth;\n'Tis said a nobler monarch / ne'er lived in all the earth.\nThus speak of thee the people / in all the lands around.\nNor will I e'er give over / until in this the truth I've found.\n\n109\n\n\"I too am warrior noble / and born to wear a crown;\nSo would I right gladly / that thou of me shouldst own\nThat I of right am master / o'er people and o'er land.\nOf this shall now my honor / and eke my head as pledges stand.\n\n110\n\n\"And art thou then so valiant / as hath to me been told,\nI reck not, will he nill he / thy best warrior bold,\nI'll wrest from thee in combat / whatever thou may'st have;\nThy lands and all thy castles / shall naught from change of masters\n      save.\"\n\n111\n\nThe king was seized with wonder / and all his men beside,\nTo see the manner haughty / in which the knight replied\nThat he was fully minded / to take from him his land.\nIt chafed his thanes to hear it, / who soon in raging mood did stand.\n\n112\n\n\"How could it be my fortune,\" / Gunther the king outspoke,\n\"What my sire long ruled over / in honor for his folk,\nNow to lose so basely / through any vaunter's might?\nIn sooth 'twere nobly showing / that we too merit name of knight!\"\n\n113\n\n\"Nowise will I give over,\" / was the keen reply.\n\"If peace through thine own valor / thy land cannot enjoy,\nTo me shall all be subject: / if heritage of mine\nThrough thy arm's might thou winnest, / of right shall all hence-forth be\n      thine.\n\n114\n\n\"Thy land and all that mine is, / at stake shall equal lie.\nWhiche'er of us be victor / when now our strength we try,\nTo him shall all be subject, / the folk and eke the land.\"\nBut Hagen spake against it, / and Gernot too was quick at hand.\n\n115\n\n\"Such purpose have we never,\" / Gernot then said,\n\"For lands to combat ever, / that any warrior dead\nShould lie in bloody battle. / We've mighty lands and strong;\nOf right they call us master, / and better they to none belong.\"\n\n116\n\nThere stood full grim and moody / Gernot's friends around,\nAnd there as well amongst them / was Ortwein to be found.\nHe spake: \"This mild peace-making / doth grieve me sore at heart,\nFor by the doughty Siegfried / attacked all undeserved thou art.\n\n117\n\n\"If thou and thy two brothers / yourselves to help had naught,\nAnd if a mighty army / he too had hither brought,\nI trow I'd soon be able / to make this man so keen\nHis manner now so haughty / of need replace by meeker mien.\"\n\n118\n\nThereat did rage full sorely / the hero of Netherland:\n\"Never shall be measured / 'gainst me in fight thy hand.\nI am a mighty monarch, / thou a king's serving-knight;\nOf such as thou a dozen / dare not withstand me in the fight.\"\n\n119\n\nFor swords then called in anger / of Metz Sir Ortwein:\nSon of Hagen's sister / he was, of Tronje's line.\nThat Hagen so long was silent / did grieve the king to see.\nGernot made peace between them: / a gallant knight and keen was he.\n\n120\n\nSpake he thus to Ortwein: / \"Curb now thy wrathful tongue,\nFor here the noble Siegfried / hath done us no such wrong;\nWe yet can end the quarrel / in peace,--such is my rede--\nAnd live with him in friendship; / that were for us a worthier deed.\"\n\n121\n\nThen spake the mighty Hagen: / \"Sad things do I forebode\nFor all thy train of warriors, / that this knight ever rode\nUnto the Rhine thus armed. / 'Twere best he stayed at home;\nFor from my masters never / to him such wrong as this had come.\"\n\n122\n\nBut outspake Siegfried proudly, / whose heart was ne'er dismayed:\n\"An't please thee not, Sir Hagen, / what I now have said,\nThis arm shall give example / whereby thou plain shall see\nHow stern anon its power / here in Burgundy will be.\"\n\n123\n\n\"Yet that myself will hinder,\" / said then Gernot.\nAll his men forbade he / henceforth to say aught\nWith such unbridled spirit / to stir the stranger's ire.\nThen Siegfried eke was mindful / of one most stately maid and fair.\n\n124\n\n\"Such strife would ill befit us,\" / Gernot spake again;\n\"For though should die in battle / a host of valiant men\n'Twould bring us little honor / and ye could profit none.\"\nThereto gave Siegfried answer, / good King Siegmund's noble son:\n\n125\n\n\"Wherefore bides thus grim Hagen, / and Ortwein tardy is\nTo begin the combat / with all those friends of his,\nOf whom he hath so many / here in Burgundy?\"\nAnswer him they durst not, / for such was Gernot's stern decree.\n\n126\n\n\"Thou shalt to us be welcome,\" / outspake young Giselher,\n\"And all thy brave companions / that hither with thee fare.\nFull gladly we'll attend thee, / I and all friends of mine.\"\nFor the guests then bade they / pour out in store of Gunther's wine.\n\n127\n\nThen spake the stately monarch: / \"But ask thou courteously,\nAnd all that we call ours / stands at thy service free;\nSo with thee our fortune / we'll share in ill and good.\"\nThereat the noble Siegfried / a little milder was of mood.\n\n128\n\nThen carefully was tended / all their knightly gear,\nAnd housed in goodly manner / in sooth the strangers were,\nAll that followed Siegfried; / they found a welcome rest.\nIn Burgundy full gladly / anon was seen the noble guest.\n\n129\n\nThey showed him mickle honor / thereafter many a day,\nAnd more by times a thousand / than I to you could say.\nHis might respect did merit, / ye may full well know that.\nScarce a man e'er saw him / who bore him longer any hate.\n\n130\n\nAnd when they held their pastime, / the kings with many a man,\nThen was he ever foremost; / whatever they began,\nNone there that was his equal, / --so mickle was his might--\nIf they the stone were putting, / or hurling shaft with rival knight.\n\n131\n\nAs is the knightly custom, / before the ladies fair\nTo games they turned for pastime, / these knights of mettle rare;\nThen ever saw they gladly / the hero of Netherland.\nBut he had fixed his fancy / to win one fairest maiden's hand.\n\n132\n\nIn all that they were doing / he'd take a ready part.\nA winsome loving maiden / he bore within his heart;\nHim only loved that lady, / whose face he ne'er had seen,\nBut she full oft in secret / of him spake fairest words, I ween.\n\n133\n\nAnd when before the castle / they sped in tournament,\nThe good knights and squires, / oft-times the maiden went\nAnd gazed adown from casement, / Kriemhild the princess rare.\nPastime there was none other / for her that could with this compare.\n\n134\n\nAnd knew he she was gazing / whom in his heart he bore,\nHe joy enough had found him / in jousting evermore.\nAnd might he only see her, / --that can I well believe--\nOn earth through sight none other / his eyes could such delight receive.\n\n135\n\nWhene'er with his companions / to castle court he went,\nE'en as do now the people / whene'er on pleasure bent,\nThere stood 'fore all so graceful / Siegelind's noble son,\nFor whom in love did languish / the hearts of ladies many a one.\n\n136\n\nEke thought he full often: / \"How shall it ever be,\nThat I the noble maiden / with my own eyes may see,\nWhom I do love so dearly / and have for many a day?\nTo me is she a stranger, / which sorely grieves my heart to say.\"\n\n137\n\nWhene'er the kings so mighty / rode o'er their broad domain,\nThen of valiant warriors / they took a stately train.\nWith them abroad rode Siegfried, / which grieved those ladies sore:\n--He too for one fair maiden / at heart a mickle burden bore.\n\n138\n\nThus with his hosts he lingered / --'tis every tittle true--\nIn King Gunther's country / a year completely through,\nAnd never once the meanwhile / the lovely maid did see,\nThrough whom such joy thereafter / for him, and eke such grief should be.\n\n\n\n\nFOURTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Siegfried fought with the Saxons\n\n139\n\nNow come wondrous tidings / to King Gunther's land,\nBy messengers brought hither / from far upon command\nOf knights unknown who harbored / against him secret hate.\nWhen there was heard the story, / at heart in sooth the grief was great.\n\n140\n\nOf these I now will tell you: / There was King Luedeger\nFrom out the land of Saxons, / a mighty warrior,\nAnd eke from land of Denmark / Luedegast the king:\nWhene'er they rode to battle / went they with mighty following.\n\n141\n\nCome were now their messengers / to the land of Burgundy,\nSent forth by these foemen / in proud hostility.\nThen asked they of the strangers / what tidings they did bring:\nAnd when they heard it, straightway / led them to court before the king.\n\n142\n\nThen spake to them King Gunther: / \"A welcome, on my word.\nWho 'tis that send you hither, / that have I not yet heard:\nNow shall ye let me know it,\" / spake the monarch keen.\nThen dreaded they full sorely / to see King Gunther's angry mien.\n\n143\n\n\"Wilt them, O king, permit us / the tidings straight to tell\nThat we now have brought thee, / no whit will we conceal,\nBut name thee both our masters / who us have hither sent:\nLuedegast and Luedeger, / --to waste thy land is their intent.\n\n144\n\n\"Their hate hast thou incurred, / and thou shalt know in sooth\nThat high enraged against thee / are the monarchs both.\nTheir hosts they will lead hither / to Worms upon the Rhine;\nThey're helped by thanes full many-- / of this put off all doubts of\n      thine.\n\n145\n\n\"Within weeks a dozen / their march will they begin;\nAnd if thy friends be valiant, / let that full quick be seen,\nTo help thee keep in safety / thy castles and thy land:\nFull many a shield and helmet / shall here be cleft by warrior's hand.\n\n146\n\n\"Or wilt thou with them parley, / so let it quick be known,\nBefore their hosts so mighty / of warlike men come down\nTo Worms upon Rhine river / sad havoc here to make,\nWhereby must death most certain / many a gallant knight o'ertake.\"\n\n147\n\n\"Bide ye now the meanwhile,\" / the king did answer kind,\n\"Till I take better counsel; / then shall ye know my mind.\nHave I yet warriors faithful, / from these I'll naught conceal,\nBut to my friends I'll straightway / these warlike tidings strange\n      reveal.\"\n\n148\n\nThe lordly Gunther wondered / thereat and troubled sore,\nAs he the message pondered / in heart and brooded o'er.\nHe sent to fetch grim Hagen / and others of his men,\nAnd bade likewise in hurry / to court bring hither Gernot then.\n\n149\n\nThus at his word his trusted / advisers straight attend.\nHe spake: \"Our land to harry / foes all unknown will send\nOf men a mighty army; / a grievous wrong is this.\nSmall cause have we e'er given / that they should wish us aught amiss.\"\n\n150\n\n\"Our swords ward such things from us,\" / Gernot then said;\n\"Since but the fated dieth, / so let all such lie dead.\nWherefore I'll e'er remember / what honor asks of me:\nWhoe'er hath hate against us / shall ever here right welcome be.\"\n\n151\n\nThen spake the doughty Hagen: / \"Methinks 'twould scarce be good;\nLuedegast and Luedeger / are men of wrathful mood.\nHelp can we never summon, / the days are now so few.\"\nSo spake the keen old warrior, / \"'Twere well Siegfried the tidings\n      knew.\"\n\n152\n\nThe messengers in the borough / were harbored well the while,\nAnd though their sight was hateful, / in hospitable style\nAs his own guests to tend them / King Gunther gave command,\nTill 'mongst his friends he learned / who by him in his need would\n      stand.\n\n153\n\nThe king was filled with sorrow / and his heart was sad.\nThen saw his mournful visage / a knight to help full glad,\nWho could not well imagine / what 'twas that grieved him so.\nThen begged he of King Gunther / the tale of this his grief to know.\n\n154\n\n\"To me it is great wonder,\" / said Siegfried to the king,\n\"How thou of late hast changed / to silent sorrowing\nThe joyous ways that ever / with us thy wont have been.\"\nThen unto him gave answer / Gunther the full stately thane:\n\n155\n\n\"'Tis not to every person / I can the burden say\nThat ever now in secret / upon my heart doth weigh:\nTo well-tried friends and steady / are told our inmost woes.\"\n--Siegfried at first was pallid, / but soon his blood like fire up-rose.\n\n156\n\nHe spake unto the monarch: / \"To thee I've naught denied.\nAll ills that now do threaten / I'll help to turn aside.\nAnd if but friends thou seekest, / of them the first I'll be,\nAnd trow I well with honor / till death to serve thee faithfully.\"\n\n157\n\n\"God speed thee well, Sir Siegfried, / for this thy purpose fair:\nAnd though such help in earnest / thy arm should render ne'er,\nYet do I joy at hearing / thou art so true to me.\nAnd live I yet a season, / right heartily repaid 'twill be.\n\n158\n\n\"Know will I also let thee / wherefore I sorrowing stand.\nThrough messengers from my foemen / have tidings reached my land\nThat they with hosts of warriors / will ride my country o'er;\nSuch thing to us did never / thanes of any land before.\"\n\n159\n\n\"Small cause is that for grieving,\" / said then Siegfried;\n\"But calm thy troubled spirit / and hearken to my rede:\nLet me for thee acquire / honor and vantage too,\nAnd bid thou now assemble / for service eke thy warriors true.\n\n160\n\n\"And had thy mighty enemies / to help them now at hand\nGood thanes full thirty thousand, / against them all I'd stand,\nHad I but one good thousand: / put all thy trust in me.\"\nThen answered him King Gunther: / \"Thy help shall full requited be.\"\n\n161\n\n\"Then bid for me to summon / a thousand of thy men,\nSince I now have with me / of all my knightly train\nNone but twelve knights only; / then will I guard thy land.\nFor thee shall service faithful / be done alway by Siegfried's hand.\n\n162\n\n\"Herein shall help us Hagen / and eke Ortwein,\nDankwart and Sindold, / those trusted knights of thine;\nAnd with us too shall journey / Volker, the valiant man;\nThe banner he shall carry: / bestow it better ne'er I can.\n\n163\n\n\"Back to their native country / the messengers may go;\nThey'll see us there right quickly, / let them full surely know,\nSo that all our castles / peace undisturbed shall have.\"\nThen bade the king to summon / his friends with all their warriors brave.\n\n164\n\nTo court returned the heralds / King Luedeger had sent,\nAnd on their journey homeward / full joyfully they went.\nKing Gunther gave them presents / that costly were and good,\nAnd granted them safe convoy; / whereat they were of merry mood.\n\n165\n\n\"Tell ye my foes,\" spake Gunther, / \"when to your land ye come,\nThan making journeys hither / they better were at home;\nBut if they still be eager / to make such visit here,\nUnless my friends forsake me, / cold in sooth shall be their cheer.\"\n\n166\n\nThen for the messengers / rich presents forth they bore,\nWhereof in sooth to give them / Gunther had goodly store:\nAnd they durst not refuse them / whom Luedeger had sent.\nLeave then they took immediate, / and homeward joyfully they went.\n\n167\n\nWhen to their native Denmark / the messengers returned,\nAnd the king Luedegast / the answer too had learned,\nThey at the Rhine had sent him, / --when that to him was told,\nHis wrath was all unbounded / to have reply in words so bold.\n\n168\n\n'Twas said their warriors numbered / many a man full keen:\n\"There likewise among them / with Gunther have we seen\nOf Netherland a hero, / the same that Siegfried hight.\"\nKing Luedegast was grieved, / when he their words had heard aright.\n\n169\n\nWhen throughout all Denmark / the tidings quick spread o'er,\nThen in hot haste they summoned / helpers all the more,\nSo that King Luedegast, / 'twixt friends from far and near,\nHad knights full twenty thousand / all furnished well with shield and\n      spear.\n\n170\n\nThen too his men did summon / of Saxony Luedeger,\nTill they good forty thousand, / and more, had gathered there,\nWith whom to make the journey / 'gainst the land of Burgundy.\n--At home likewise the meanwhile / King Gunther had sent forth decree\n\n171\n\nMighty men to summon / of his own and brothers twain,\nWho against the foemen / would join the armed train.\nIn haste they made them ready, / for right good cause they had.\nAmongst them must thereafter / full many a noble thane lie dead.\n\n172\n\nTo march they quick made ready. / And when they thence would fare,\nThe banner to the valiant / Volker was given to bear,\nAs they began the journey / from Worms across the Rhine;\nStrong of arm grim Hagen / was chosen leader of the line.\n\n173\n\nWith them there rode Sindold / and eke the keen Hunold\nWho oft at hands of Gunther / had won rewards of gold;\nDankwart, Hagen's brother, / and Ortwein beside,\nWho all could well with honor / in train of noble warriors ride.\n\n174\n\n\"King Gunther,\" spake then Siegfried, / \"stay thou here at home;\nSince now thy knights so gallant / with me will gladly come,\nRest thou here with fair ladies, / and be of merry mood:\nI trow we'll keep in safety / thy land and honor as we should.\n\n175\n\n\"And well will I see to it / that they at home remain,\nWho fain would ride against thee / to Worms upon the Rhine.\nAgainst them straight we'll journey / into their land so far\nThat they'll be meeker minded / who now such haughty vaunters are.\"\n\n176\n\nThen from the Rhine through Hesse / the hosts of knights rode on\nToward the land of Saxons, / where battle was anon.\nWith fire and sword they harried / and laid the country waste,\nSo that both the monarchs / full well the woes of war did taste.\n\n177\n\nWhen came they to the border / the train-men onward pressed.\nWith thought of battle-order / Siegfried the thanes addressed:\n\"Who now shall guard our followers / from danger in the rear?\"\nIn sooth like this the Saxons / in battle worsted never were.\n\n178\n\nThen said they: \"On the journey / the men shall guarded be\nBy the valiant Dankwart, / --a warrior swift is he;\nSo shall we lose the fewer / by men of Luedeger.\nLet him and Ortwein with him / be chosen now to guard the rear.\"\n\n179\n\nSpake then the valiant Siegfried: / \"Myself will now ride on,\nAnd against our enemies / will keep watch in the van,\nTill I aright discover / where they perchance may be.\"\nThe son of fair Queen Siegelind / did arm him then immediately.\n\n180\n\nThe folk he left to Hagen / when ready to depart,\nAnd as well to Gernot, / a man of dauntless heart.\nInto the land of Saxons / alone he rode away,\nAnd by his hand was severed / many a helmet's band that day.\n\n181\n\nHe found a mighty army / that lay athwart the plain,\nSmall part of which outnumbered / all those in his own train:\nFull forty thousand were they / or more good men of might.\nThe hero high in spirit / saw right joyfully the sight.\n\n182\n\nThen had eke a warrior / from out the enemy\nTo guard the van gone forward, / all armed cap-a-pie.\nHim saw the noble Siegfried, / and he the valiant man;\nEach one straight the other / to view with angry mien began.\n\n183\n\nWho he was I'll tell you / that rode his men before,\n--A shield of gold all shining / upon his arm he bore--\nIn sooth it was King Luedegast / who there the van did guard.\nStraightway the noble Siegfried / full eagerly against him spurred.\n\n184\n\nNow singled out for combat / him, too, had Luedegast.\nThen full upon each other / they spurred their chargers fast,\nAs on their shields they lowered / their lances firm and tight,\nWhereat the lordly monarch / soon found himself in sorry plight.\n\n185\n\nAfter the shock their chargers / bore the knights so fast\nOnward past each other / as flew they on the blast.\nThen turned they deftly backward / obedient to the rein,\nAs with their swords contested / the grim and doughty fighters twain.\n\n186\n\nWhen Siegfried struck in anger / far off was heard the blow,\nAnd flew from off the helmet, / as if 'twere all aglow,\nThe fiery sparks all crackling / beneath his hand around.\nEach warrior in the other / a foeman worth his mettle found.\n\n187\n\nFull many a stroke with vigor / dealt eke King Luedegast,\nAnd on each other's buckler / the blows fell thick and fast.\nThen thirty men discovered / their master's sorry plight:\nBut ere they came to help him / had doughty Siegfried won the fight.\n\n188\n\nWith three mighty gashes / which he had dealt the king\nThrough his shining breastplate / made fast with many a ring.\nThe sword with sharpest edges / from wounds brought forth the blood,\nWhereat King Luedegast / apace fell into gloomy mood.\n\n189\n\nTo spare his life he begged him, / his land he pledged the knight,\nAnd told him straight moreover, / that Luedegast he hight.\nThen came his knights to help him, / they who there had seen\nHow that upon the vanguard / fierce fight betwixt the twain had been.\n\n190\n\nAfter duel ended, / did thirty yet withstand\nOf knights that him attended; / but there the hero's hand\nKept safe his noble captive / with blows of wondrous might.\nAnd soon wrought greater ruin / Siegfried the full gallant knight.\n\n191\n\nBeneath his arm of valor / the thirty soon lay dead.\nBut one the knight left living, / who thence full quickly sped\nTo tell abroad the story / how he the others slew;\nIn sooth the blood-red helmet / spake all the hapless tidings true.\n\n192\n\nThen had the men of Denmark / for all their grief good cause,\nWhen it was told them truly / their king a captive was.\nThey told it to King Luedeger, / when he to rage began\nIn anger all unbounded: / for him had grievous harm been done.\n\n193\n\nThe noble King Luedegast / was led a prisoner then\nBy hand of mighty Siegfried / back to King Gunther's men,\nAnd placed in hands of Hagen: / and when they did hear\nThat 'twas the king of Denmark / they not a little joyful were.\n\n194\n\nHe bade the men of Burgundy / then bind the banners on.\n\"Now forward!\" Siegfried shouted, / \"here shall yet more be done,\nAn I but live to see it; / ere this day's sun depart,\nShall mourn in land of Saxons / full many a goodly matron's heart.\n\n195\n\n\"Ye warriors from Rhineland, / to follow me take heed,\nAnd I unto the army / of Luedeger will lead.\nEre we again turn backward / to the land of Burgundy\nHelms many hewn asunder / by hand of good knights there shall be.\"\n\n196\n\nTo horse then hastened Gernot / and with him mighty men.\nVolker keen in battle / took up the banner then;\nHe was a doughty Fiddler / and rode the host before.\nThere, too, every follower / a stately suit of armor wore.\n\n197\n\nMore than a thousand warriors / they there had not a man,\nSaving twelve knights-errant. / To rise the dust began\nIn clouds along the highway / as they rode across the fields,\nAnd gleaming in the sunlight / were seen the brightly shining shields.\n\n198\n\nMeanwhile eke was nearing / of Saxons a great throng,\nEach a broadsword bearing / that mickle was and long,\nWith blade that cut full sorely / when swung in strong right hand.\n'Gainst strangers were they ready / to guard their castles and their\n      land.\n\n199\n\nThe leaders forth to battle / led the warriors then.\nCome was also Siegfried / with his twelve chosen men,\nWhom he with him hither / had brought from Netherland.\nThat day in storm of battle / was blood-bespattered many a hand.\n\n200\n\nSindold and Hunold / and Gernot as well,\nBeneath their hands in battle / full many a hero fell,\nEre that their deeds of valor / were known throughout the host.\nThrough them must many a stately / matron weep for warrior lost.\n\n201\n\nVolker and Hagen / and Ortwein in the fight\nLustily extinguished / full many a helmet's light\nWith blood from wounds down flowing,-- / keen fighters every one.\nAnd there by Dankwart also / was many a mickle wonder done.\n\n202\n\nThe knights of Denmark tested / how they could weapons wield.\nClashing there together / heard ye many a shield\nAnd 'neath sharp swords resounding, / swung by many an arm.\nThe Saxons keen in combat / wrought 'mid their foes a grievous harm.\n\n203\n\nWhen the men of Burgundy / pressed forward to the fight,\nGaping wounds full many / hewed they there with might.\nThen flowing down o'er saddle / in streams was seen the blood,\nSo fought for sake of honor / these valiant riders keen and good.\n\n204\n\nLoudly were heard ringing, / wielded by hero's hand,\nThe sharply-cutting weapons, / where they of Netherland\nTheir master followed after / into the thickest throng:\nWherever Siegfried led them / rode too those valiant knights along.\n\n205\n\nOf warriors from Rhine river / could follow not a one.\nThere could be seen by any / a stream of blood flow down\nO'er brightly gleaming helmet / 'neath Siegfried's mighty hand,\nUntil King Luedeger / before him with his men did stand.\n\n206\n\nThree times hither and thither / had he the host cut through\nFrom one end to the other. / Now come was Hagen too\nWho helped him well in battle / to vent his warlike mood.\nThat day beneath his valor / must die full many a rider good.\n\n207\n\nWhen the doughty Luedeger / Siegfried there found,\nAs he swung high in anger / his arm for blows around\nAnd with his good sword Balmung / knights so many slew,\nThereat was the keen warrior / filled with grief and anger too.\n\n208\n\nThen mickle was the thronging / and loud the broadswords clashed,\nAs all their valiant followers / 'gainst one another dashed.\nThen struggled all the fiercer / both sides the fight to win;\nThe hosts joined with each other: / 'twas frightful there to hear the\n      din.\n\n209\n\nTo the monarch of the Saxons / it had been told before,\nHis brother was a captive, / which grieved his heart right sore.\nHe knew not that had done it / fair Siegelind's son,\nFor rumor said 'twas Gernot. / Full well he learned the truth anon.\n\n210\n\nKing Luedeger struck so mighty / when fierce his anger rose,\nThat Siegfried's steed beneath him / staggered from the blows,\nBut forthwith did recover; / then straight his rider keen\nLet all his furious mettle / in slaughter of his foes be seen.\n\n211\n\nThere helped him well grim Hagen, / and Gernot in the fray,\nDankwart and Volker; / dead many a knight there lay.\nSindold and Hunold / and Ortwein, doughty thane,\nBy them in that fierce struggle / was many a valiant warrior slain.\n\n212\n\nUnparted in storm of battle / the gallant leaders were,\nAround them over helmet / flew there many a spear\nThrough shield all brightly shining, / from hand of mighty thane:\nAnd on the glancing armor / was seen full many a blood-red stain.\n\n213\n\nAmid the hurly-burly / down fell many a man\nTo ground from off his charger. / Straight 'gainst each other ran\nSiegfried the keen rider / and eke King Luedeger.\nThen flew from lance the splinters / and hurled was many a pointed spear.\n\n214\n\n'Neath Siegfried's hand so mighty / from shield flew off the band.\nAnd soon to win the victory / thought he of Netherland\nOver the valiant Saxons, / of whom were wonders seen.\nHeigh-ho! in shining mail-rings / many a breach made Dankwart keen!\n\n215\n\nUpon the shining buckler / that guarded Siegfried's breast\nSoon espied King Luedeger / a painted crown for crest;\nBy this same token knew he / it was the doughty man,\nAnd to his friends he straightway / amid the battle loud began:\n\n216\n\n\"Give o'er from fighting further, / good warriors every one!\nAmongst our foes now see I / Siegmund's noble son,\nOf netherland the doughty / knight on victory bent.\nHim has the evil Devil / to scourge the Saxons hither sent.\"\n\n217\n\nThen bade he all the banners / amid the storm let down.\nPeace he quickly sued for: / 'Twas granted him anon,\nBut he must now a hostage / be ta'en to Gunther's land.\nThis fate had forced upon him / the fear of Siegfried's mighty hand.\n\n218\n\nThey thus by common counsel / left off all further fight.\nHacked full many a helmet / and shields that late were bright\nFrom hands down laid they weary; / as many as there might be,\nWith stains they all were bloody / 'neath hands of the men of Burgundy.\n\n219\n\nEach whom he would took captive, / now they had won the fight.\nGernot, the noble hero, / and Hagen, doughty knight,\nBade bear forth the wounded. / Back led they with them then\nUnto the land of Burgundy / five hundred stalwart fighting-men.\n\n220\n\nThe knights, of victory cheated, / their native Denmark sought,\nNor had that day the Saxons / with such high valor fought,\nThat one could praise them for it, / which caused the warriors pain.\nThen wept their friends full sorely / at home for those in battle slain.\n\n221\n\nFor the Rhine then laden / they let their armor be.\nSiegfried, the knight so doughty, / had won the victory\nWith his few chosen followers; / that he had nobly done,\nCould not but free acknowledge / King Gunther's warriors every one.\n\n222\n\nTo Worms sent Gernot riding / now a messenger,\nAnd of the joyous tiding / soon friends at home were ware,\nHow that it well had prospered / with him and all his men.\nFought that day with valor / for honor had those warriors keen.\n\n223\n\nThe messenger sped forward / and told the tidings o'er.\nThen joyfully they shouted / who boded ill before,\nTo hear the welcome story / that now to them was told.\nFrom ladies fair and noble / came eager questions manifold,\n\n224\n\nWho all the fair fortune / of King Gunther's men would know.\nOne messenger they ordered / unto Kriemhild to go.\nBut that was done in secret: / she durst let no one see,\nFor he was 'mongst those warriors / whom she did love so faithfully.\n\n225\n\nWhen to her own apartments / was come the messenger\nJoyfully addressed him / Kriemhild the maiden fair:\n\"But tell me now glad tidings, / and gold I'll give to thee,\nAnd if thou tell'st not falsely, / good friend thou'lt ever find in me.\n\n226\n\n\"How has my good brother / Gernot in battle sped,\nAnd how my other kinsmen? / Lies any of them dead?\nWho wrought most deeds of valor? / --That shall thou let me know.\"\nThen spake the messenger truly: / \"No knight but did high valor show.\n\n227\n\n\"But in the dire turmoil / rode rider none so well,\nO Princess fair and noble, / since I must truly tell,\nAs the stranger knight full noble / who comes from Netherland;\nThere deeds of mickle wonder / were wrought by doughty Siegfried's hand.\n\n228\n\n\"Whate'er have all the warriors / in battle dared to do,\nDankwart and Hagen / and the other knights so true,\nHowe'er they fought for honor, / 'twas naught but idle play\nBeside what there wrought Siegfried, / King Siegmund's son, amid the\n      fray.\n\n229\n\n\"Beneath their hands in battle / full many a hero fell,\nYet all the deeds of wonder / no man could ever tell,\nWrought by the hand of Siegfried, / when rode he 'gainst the foe:\nAnd weep aloud must women / for friends by his strong arm laid low.\n\n230\n\n\"There, too, the knight she loved / full many a maid must lose.\nWere heard come down on helmet / so loud his mighty blows,\nThat they from gaping gashes / brought forth the flowing blood.\nIn all that maketh noble / he is a valiant knight and good.\n\n231\n\n\"Many a deed of daring / of Metz Sir Ortwein wrought:\nFor all was evil faring / whom he with broadsword caught,\nDoomed to die that instant, / or wounded sore to fall.\nAnd there thy valiant brother / did greater havoc work than all\n\n232\n\n\"That e'er in storm of battle / was done by warrior bold.\nOf all those chosen warriors / let eke the truth be told:\nThe proud Burgundian heroes / have made it now right plain,\nThat they can free from insult / their country's honor well maintain.\n\n233\n\n\"Beneath their hands was often / full many a saddle bare,\nWhen o'er the field resounding / their bright swords cut the air.\nThe warriors from Rhine river / did here such victory win\nThat for their foes 'twere better / if they such meeting ne'er had seen.\n\n234\n\n\"Keen the knights of Tronje / 'fore all their valor showed,\nWhen with their stalwart followers / against their foes they rode;\nSlain by the hand of Hagen / must knights so many be,\n'Twill long be in the telling / here in the land of Burgundy.\n\n235\n\n\"Sindold and Hunold, / Gernot's men each one,\nAnd the valiant Rumold / have all so nobly done,\nKing Luedeger will ever / have right good cause to rue\nThat he against thy kindred / at Rhine dared aught of harm to do.\n\n236\n\n\"And deeds of all most wondrous / e'er done by warrior keen\nIn earliest time or latest, / by mortal ever seen,\nWrought there in lusty manner / Siegfried with doughty hand.\nRich hostages he bringeth / with him unto Gunther's land.\n\n237\n\n\"By his own strength subdued them / the hero unsurpassed\nAnd brought down dire ruin / upon King Luedegast,\nEke on the King of Saxons / his brother Luedeger.\nNow hearken to the story / I tell thee, noble Princess fair.\n\n238\n\n\"Them both hath taken captive / Siegfried's doughty hand.\nHostages were so many / ne'er brought into this land\nAs to the Rhine come hither / through his great bravery.\"\nThan these could never tidings / unto her heart more welcome be.\n\n239\n\n\"With captives home they're hieing, / five hundred men or mo',\nAnd of the wounded dying / Lady shalt thou know,\nFull eighty blood-stained barrows / unto Burgundian land,\nMost part hewn down in battle / beneath keen Siegfried's doughty hand.\n\n240\n\n\"Who message sent defiant / unto the Rhine so late\nMust now as Gunther's prisoners / here abide their fate.\nBringing such noble captives / the victors glad return.\"\nThen glowed with joy the princess / when she the tidings glad did learn.\n\n241\n\nHer cheeks so full of beauty / with joy were rosy-red,\nThat passed he had uninjured / through all the dangers dread,\nThe knight she loved so dearly, / Siegfried with doughty arm.\nGood cause she had for joying / o'er all her friends escaped from harm.\n\n242\n\nThen spake the beauteous maiden: / \"Glad news thou hast told me,\nWherefor now rich apparel / thy goodly meed shall be,\nAnd to thee shall be given / ten marks of gold as well.\"\n'Tis thus a thing right pleasant / to ladies high such news to tell.\n\n243\n\nThe presents rich they gave him, / gold and apparel rare.\nThen hastened to the casement / full many a maiden fair,\nAnd on the street looked downward: / hither riding did they see\nMany a knight high-hearted / into the land of Burgundy.\n\n244\n\nThere came who 'scaped uninjured, / and wounded borne along,\nAll glad to hear the greetings / of friends, a joyful throng.\nTo meet his friends the monarch / rode out in mickle glee:\nIn joying now was ended / all his full great anxiety.\n\n245\n\nThen did he well his warriors / and eke the strangers greet;\nAnd for a king so mighty / 'twere nothing else but meet\nThat he should thank right kindly / the gallant men each one,\nWho had in storm of battle / the victory so bravely won.\n\n246\n\nThen of his friends King Gunther / bade tidings tell straightway,\nOf all his men how many / were fallen in the fray.\nLost had he none other / than warriors three score:\nThen wept they for the heroes, / as since they did for many more.\n\n247\n\nShields full many brought they / all hewn by valiant hand,\nAnd many a shattered helmet / into King Gunther's hand.\nThe riders then dismounted / from their steeds before the hall,\nAnd a right hearty welcome / from friends rejoicing had they all.\n\n248\n\nThen did they for the warriors / lodging meet prepare,\nAnd for his guests the monarch / bade full well have care.\nHe bade them take the wounded / and tend them carefully,\nAnd toward his enemies also / his gentle bearing might ye see.\n\n249\n\nTo Luedeger then spake he: / \"Right welcome art thou here.\nThrough fault of thine now have I / lost many friends full dear,\nFor which, have I good fortune, / thou shall right well atone.\nGod rich reward my liegemen, / such faithfulness to me they've shown.\"\n\n250\n\n\"Well may'st thou thank them, truly,\" / spake then Luedeger;\n\"Hostages so noble / won a monarch ne'er.\nFor chivalrous protection / rich goods we offer thee,\nThat thou now right gracious / to us thy enemies shalt be.\"\n\n251\n\n\"I'll grant you both your freedom,\" / spake the king again;\n\"But that my enemies surely / here by me remain,\nTherefor I'll have good pledges / they ne'er shall quit my land,\nSave at my royal pleasure.\" / Thereto gave Luedeger the hand.\n\n252\n\nSweet rest then found the weary / their tired limbs to aid,\nAnd gently soon on couches / the wounded knights were laid;\nMead and wine right ruddy / they poured out plenteously:\nThan they and all their followers / merrier men there none might be.\n\n253\n\nTheir shields all hacked in battle / secure were laid away;\nAnd not a few of saddles / stained with blood that day,\nLest women weep to see them, / hid they too from sight.\nFull many a keen rider / home came aweary from the fight.\n\n254\n\nThe host in gentlest manner / did his guests attend:\nThe land around with stranger / was crowded, and with friend.\nThey bade the sorely wounded / nurse with especial care:\nWhereby the knights high-hearted / 'neath all their wounds knew not\n      despair.\n\n255\n\nWho there had skill in healing / received reward untold,\nSilver all unweighed / and thereto ruddy gold\nFor making whole the heroes / after the battle sore.\nTo all his friends the monarch / gave presents rich in goodly store.\n\n256\n\nWho there again was minded / to take his homeward way\nThey bade, as one a friend doth, / yet a while to stay.\nThe king did then take counsel / how to reward each one,\nFor they his will in battle / like liegemen true had nobly done.\n\n257\n\nThen outspake royal Gernot: / \"Now let them homeward go;\nAfter six weeks are over, / --thus our friends shall know--\nTo hold high feast they're bidden / hither to come again;\nMany a knight now lying / sore wounded will be healed ere then.\n\n258\n\nOf Netherland the hero / would also then take leave.\nWhen of this King Gunther / did tidings first receive,\nThe knight besought he kindly / not yet his leave to take:\nTo this he'd ne'er consented / an it were not for Kriemhild's sake.\n\n259\n\nA prince he was too noble / to take the common pay;\nHe had right well deserved it / that the king alway\nAnd all his warriors held him / in honor, for they had seen\nWhat by his arm in battle / bravely had accomplished been.\n\n260\n\nHe stayed there yet a little / for the maiden's sake alone,\nWhom he would see so gladly. / And all fell out full soon\nAs he at heart had wished it: / well known to him was she.\nHome to his father's country / joyously anon rode he.\n\n261\n\nThe king bade at all seasons / keep up the tournament,\nAnd many a youthful rider / forth to the lists there went.\nThe while were seats made ready / by Worms upon the strand\nFor all who soon were coming / unto the Burgundian land.\n\n262\n\nIn the meantime also, / ere back the knights returned,\nHad Kriemhild, noble lady, / the tidings likewise learned,\nThe king would hold high feasting / with all his gallant men.\nThere was a mickle hurry, / and busy were fair maidens then\n\n263\n\nWith dresses and with wimples / that they there should wear.\nUte, queen so stately, / the story too did hear,\nHow to them were coming / proud knights of highest worth.\nThen from enfolding covers / were store of dresses rich brought forth.\n\n264\n\nSuch love she bore her children / she bade rich dress prepare,\nWherewith adorned were ladies / and many a maiden fair,\nAnd not a few young riders / in the land of Burgundy.\nFor strangers many bade she / rich garments eke should measured be.\n\n\n\n\nFIFTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Siegfried first saw Kriemhild\n\n265\n\nUnto the Rhine now daily / the knights were seen to ride,\nWho there would be full gladly / to share the festive tide.\nTo all that thither journeyed / to the king to show them true,\nIn plenty them were given / steeds and rich apparel too.\n\n266\n\nAnd soon were seats made ready / for every noble guest,\nAs we have heard the story, / for highest and for best,\nTwo and thirty princes / at the festival.\nThen vied with one another / to deck themselves the ladies all.\n\n267\n\nNever was seen idle / the young Prince Giselher:\nThe guests and all their followers / received full kindly were\nBy him and eke by Gernot / and their men every one.\nThe noble thanes they greeted / as ever 'tis in honor done.\n\n268\n\nWith gold bright gleaming saddles / unto the land they brought,\nGood store of rich apparel / and shields all richly wrought\nUnto the Rhine they carried / to that high festival.\nAnd joyous days were coming / for the wounded warriors all.\n\n269\n\nThey who yet on couches / lay wounded grievously\nFor joy had soon forgotten / how bitter death would be:\nThe sick and all the ailing / no need of pity had.\nAnent the days of feasting / were they o'er the tidings glad,\n\n270\n\nHow they should make them merry / there where all were so.\nDelight beyond all measure, / of joys an overflow,\nHad in sooth the people / seen on every hand:\nThen rose a mickle joyance / over all King Gunther's land.\n\n271\n\nFull many a warrior valiant / one morn at Whitsuntide\nAll gorgeously apparelled / was thither seen to ride,\nFive thousand men or over, / where the feast should be;\nAnd vied in every quarter / knight with knight in revelry.\n\n272\n\nThereof the host was mindful, / for he well did understand\nHow at heart right warmly / the hero of Netherland\nLoved alone his sister, / though her he ne'er had seen,\nWho praised for wondrous beauty / before all maidens else had been.\n\n273\n\nThen spake the thane so noble / of Metz Sir Ortwein:\n\"Wilt thou full be honored / by every guest of thine,\nThen do them all the pleasure / the winsome maids to see,\nThat are held so high in honor / here in the land of Burgundy.\n\n274\n\n\"What were a man's chief pleasure, / his very joy of life,\nAn 't were not a lovely maiden / or a stately wife?\nThen let the maid thy sister / before thy guests appear.\"\n--Brave thanes did there full many / at heart rejoice the rede to hear.\n\n275\n\n\"Thy words I'll gladly follow,\" / then the monarch said,\nAnd all the knights who heard him / ere thereat right glad.\nThen told was Queen Ute / and eke her daughter fair,\nThat they with maids in waiting / unto the court should soon repair.\n\n276\n\nThen in well-stored wardrobes / rich attire they sought,\nAnd forth from folding covers / their glittering dresses brought,\nArmbands and silken girdles / of which they many had.\nAnd zealous to adorn her / was then full many a winsome maid.\n\n277\n\nFull many a youthful squire / upon that day did try,\nBy decking of his person, / to win fair lady's eye;\nFor the which great good fortune / he'd take no monarch's crown:\nThey longed to see those maidens, / whom they before had never known.\n\n278\n\nFor her especial service / the king did order then\nTo wait upon his sister / a hundred of his men,\nAs well upon his mother: / they carried sword in hand.\nThat was the court attendance / there in the Burgundian land.\n\n279\n\nUte, queen so stately, / then came forth with her:\nAnd with the queen in waiting / ladies fair there were,\nA hundred or over, / in festal robes arrayed.\nEke went there with Kriemhild / full many a fair and winsome maid.\n\n280\n\nForth from their own apartments / they all were seen to go:\nThere was a mickle pressing / of good knights to and fro,\nWho hoped to win the pleasure, / if such a thing might be,\nThe noble maiden Kriemhild, / delight of every eye, to see.\n\n281\n\nNow came she fair and lovely, / as the ruddy sun of morn\nFrom misty clouds emerging. / Straight he who long had borne\nHer in his heart and loved her, / from all his gloom was freed,\nAs so stately there before him / he saw the fair and lovely maid.\n\n282\n\nHer rich apparel glittered / with many a precious stone,\nAnd with a ruddy beauty / her cheeks like roses shone.\nThough you should wish to do so, / you could not say, I ween,\nThat e'er a fairer lady / in all the world before was seen.\n\n283\n\nAs in a sky all starlit / the moon shines out so bright,\nAnd through the cloudlets peering / pours down her gentle light,\nE'en so was Kriemhild's beauty / among her ladies fair:\nThe hearts of gallant heroes / were gladder when they saw her there.\n\n284\n\nThe richly clad attendants / moved stately on before,\nAnd the valiant thanes high-hearted / stood patiently no more,\nBut pressed right eager forward / to see the lovely maid:\nIn noble Siegfried's bosom / alternate joy and anguish swayed.\n\n285\n\nHe thought with heart despairing, / \"How could it ever be,\nThat I should win thy favor? / There hoped I foolishly.\nBut had I e'er to shun thee, / then were I rather dead.\"\nAnd oft, to think upon it, / the color from his visage fled.\n\n286\n\nThe noble son of Siegmund / did there so stately stand\nAs if his form were pictured / by good old master's hand\nUpon a piece of parchment. / All who saw, confessed\nThat he of all good heroes / was the stateliest and the best.\n\n287\n\nThe fair Kriemhild's attendants / gave order to make way\nOn all sides for the ladies, / and willing thanes obey.\nTo see their noble bearing / did every warrior cheer;\nFull many a stately lady / of gentle manner born was there.\n\n288\n\nThen outspake of Burgundy / Gernot the valiant knight:\n\"To him who thus has helped thee / so bravely in the fight,\nGunther, royal brother, / shalt thou like favor show,\nA thane before all others; / he's worthy of it well, I trow.\n\n289\n\n\"Let then the doughty Siegfried / unto my sister go\nTo have the maiden's greetings, / --'twill be our profit so.\nShe that ne'er greeted hero / shall greet him courteously,\nThat thus the stately warrior / for aye our faithful friend may be.\"\n\n290\n\nThe king's knights hastened gladly / upon his high command\nAnd told these joyous tidings / to the prince of Netherland.\n\"It is the king's good pleasure / that thou to court shalt go,\nTo have his sister's greetings; / to honor thee 'tis ordered so.\"\n\n291\n\nThen was the thane full valiant / thereat soon filled with joy.\nYea, bore he in his bosom / delight without alloy\nAt thought that he should straightway / Ute's fair daughter see.\nSiegfried anon she greeted / in courteous manner lovingly.\n\n292\n\nAs she saw the knight high-hearted / there before her stand,\nBlushed red and spake the maiden, / the fairest of the land:\n\"A welcome, brave Sir Siegfried, / thou noble knight and good.\"\nAs soon as he had heard it, / the hearty greeting cheered his mood.\n\n293\n\nBefore her low he bended; / him by the hand took she,\nAnd by her onward wended / the knight full willingly.\nThey cast upon each other / fond glances many a one,\nThe knight and eke the maiden; / furtively it all was done.\n\n294\n\nWhether he pressed friendly / that hand as white as snow\nFrom the love he bore her, / that I do not know;\nYet believe I cannot / that this was left undone,\nFor straightway showed the maiden / that he her heart had fully won.\n\n295\n\nIn the sunny summer season / and in the month of May\nHad his heart seen never / before so glad a day,\nNor one so fully joyous, / as when he walked beside\nThat maiden rich in beauty / whom fain he'd choose to be his bride.\n\n296\n\nThen thought many a warrior: / \"Were it likewise granted me\nTo walk beside the maiden, / just as now I see,\nOr to lie beside her, / how gladly were that done!\"\nBut ne'er a knight more fully / had gracious lady's favor won.\n\n297\n\nFrom all the lands far distant / were guests distinguished there,\nBut fixed each eye was only / upon this single pair.\nBy royal leave did Kriemhild / kiss then the stately knight:\nIn all the world he never / before had known so rare delight.\n\n298\n\nThen full of strange forebodings, / of Denmark spake the king:\n\"This full loving greeting / to many woe will bring,\n--My heart in secret warns me-- / through Siegfried's doughty hand.\nGod give that he may never / again be seen within my land.\"\n\n299\n\nOn all sides then 'twas ordered / 'fore Kriemhild and her train\nOf women make free passage. / Full many a valiant thane\nWith her unto the minster / in courtly way went on.\nBut from her side was parted / the full stately knight anon.\n\n300\n\nThen went she to the minster, / and with her many a maid.\nIn such rich apparel / Kriemhild was arrayed,\nThat hearty wishes many / there were made in vain:\nHer comely form delighted / the eye of many a noble thane.\n\n301\n\nScarce could tarry Siegfried / till mass was sung the while.\nAnd surely did Dame Fortune / upon him kindly smile,\nTo him she was so gracious / whom in his heart he bore.\nEke did he the maiden, / as she full well deserved, adore.\n\n302\n\nAs after mass then Kriemhild / came to the minster door,\nThe knight his homage offered, / as he had done before.\nThen began to thank him / the full beauteous maid,\nThat he her royal brothers / did 'gainst their foes so nobly aid.\n\n303\n\n\"God speed thee, Sir Siegfried,\" / spake the maiden fair,\n\"For thou hast well deserved / that all these warriors are,\nAs it hath now been told me, / right grateful unto thee.\"\nThen gan he cast his glances / on the Lady Kriemhild lovingly.\n\n304\n\n\"True will I ever serve them,\" / --so spake the noble thane--\n\"And my head shall never / be laid to rest again,\nTill I, if life remaineth, / have their good favor won.\nIn sooth, my Lady Kriemhild, / for thy fair grace it all is done.\"\n\n305\n\nNe'er a day passed over / for a twelve of happy days,\nBut saw they there beside him / the maiden all did praise,\nAs she before her kinsmen / to court would daily go:\nIt pleased the thane full highly / that they did him such honor show.\n\n306\n\nDelight and great rejoicing, / a mighty jubilee,\nBefore King Gunther's castle / daily might ye see,\nWithout and eke within it, / 'mongst keen men many a one.\nBy Ortwein and by Hagen / great deeds and wondrous there were done.\n\n307\n\nWhate'er was done by any, / in all they ready were\nTo join in way right lusty, / both the warriors rare:\nWhereby 'mongst all the strangers / they won an honored name,\nAnd through their deeds so wondrous / of Gunther's land spread far the\n      fame.\n\n308\n\nWho erstwhile lay sore wounded / now were whole again,\nAnd fain would share the pastime, / with all the king's good men;\nWith shields join in the combat, / and try the shaft so long.\nWherein did join them many / of the merry-making throng.\n\n309\n\nTo all who joined the feasting / the host in plenty bade\nSupply the choicest viands: / so guarded well he had\n'Gainst whate'er reproaches / could rise from spite or spleen.\nUnto his guests right friendly / to go the monarch now was seen.\n\n310\n\nHe spake: \"Ye thanes high-hearted, / ere now ye part from me,\nAccept of these my presents; / for I would willingly\nRepay your noble service. / Despise ye not, I pray,\nWhat now I will share with you: / 'tis offered in right grateful way.\"\n\n311\n\nStraightway they of Denmark / thus to the king replied:\n\"Ere now upon our journey / home again we ride,\nWe long for lasting friendship. / Thereof we knights have need,\nFor many a well-loved kinsman / at hands of thy good thanes lies dead.\"\n\n312\n\nLuedegast was recovered / from all his wounds so sore,\nAnd eke the lord of Saxons / from fight was whole once more.\nSome amongst their warriors / left they dead behind.\nThen went forth King Gunther / where he Siegfried might find.\n\n313\n\nUnto the thane then spake he: / \"Thy counsel give, I pray.\nThe foes whom we hold captive / fain would leave straightway,\nAnd long for lasting friendship / with all my men and me.\nNow tell me, good Sir Siegfried, / what here seemeth good to thee.\n\n314\n\n\"What the lords bid as ransom, / shall now to thee be told\nWhate'er five hundred horses / might bear of ruddy gold,\nThey'd give to me right gladly, / would I but let them free.\"\nThen spake the noble Siegfried: / \"That were to do right foolishly.\n\n315\n\n\"Thou shalt let them freely / journey hence again;\nAnd that they both hereafter / shall evermore refrain\nFrom leading hostile army / against thee and thy land,\nTherefor in pledge of friendship / let each now give to thee the hand.\"\n\n316\n\n\"Thy rede I'll gladly follow.\" / Straightway forth they went.\nTo those who offered ransom / the answer then was sent,\nTheir gold no one desired / which they would give before.\nThe warriors battle-weary / dear friends did yearn to see once more.\n\n317\n\nFull many a shield all laden / with treasure forth they bore:\nHe dealt it round unmeasured / to friends in goodly store;\nEach one had marks five hundred / and some had more, I ween.\nTherein King Gunther followed / the rede of Gernot, knight full keen.\n\n318\n\nThen was a great leave-taking, / as they departed thence.\nThe warriors all 'fore Kriemhild / appeared in reverence,\nAnd eke there where her mother / Queen Ute sat near by.\nGallant thanes were never / dismissed as these so graciously.\n\n319\n\nBare were the lodging-places, / when away the strangers rode.\nYet in right lordly manner / there at home abode\nThe king with friends around him, / full noble men who were.\nAnd them now saw they daily / at court before Kriemhild appear.\n\n320\n\nEke would the gallant hero / Siegfried thence depart,\nThe thing to gain despairing / whereon was set his heart.\nThe king was told the tidings / how that he would away.\nGiselher his brother / did win the knight with them to stay.\n\n321\n\n\"Whither, O noble Siegfried, / wilt thou now from us ride?\nDo as I earnest pray thee, / and with these thanes abide,\nAs guest here with King Gunther, / and live right merrily.\nHere dwell fair ladies many: / them will he gladly let thee see.\"\n\n322\n\nThen spake the doughty Siegfried: / \"Our steeds leave yet at rest,\nThe while from this my purpose / to part will I desist.\nOur shields once more take from us. / Though gladly home I would,\nNaught 'gainst the fond entreaties / of Giselher avail me could.\"\n\n323\n\nSo stayed the knight full gallant / for sake of friendship there.\nIn sooth in ne'er another / country anywhere\nHad he so gladly lingered: / iwis it was that he,\nNow whensoe'er he wished it, / Kriemhild the maiden fair could see.\n\n324\n\n'Twas her surpassing beauty / that made the knight to stay.\nWith many a merry pastime / they whiled the time away;\nBut love for her oppressed him, / oft-times grievously.\nWhereby anon the hero / a mournful death was doomed to die.\n\n\n\n\nSIXTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Gunther fared to Isenland to Brunhild\n\n325\n\nTidings unknown to any / from over Rhine now come,\nHow winsome maids a many / far yonder had their home.\nWhereof the royal Gunther / bethought him one to win,\nAnd o'er the thought the monarch / of full joyous mood was seen.\n\n326\n\nThere was a queenly maiden / seated over sea,\nLike her nowhere another / was ever known to be.\nShe was in beauty matchless, / full mickle was her might;\nHer love the prize of contest, / she hurled the shaft with valiant\n      knight.\n\n327\n\nThe stone she threw far distant, / wide sprang thereafter too.\nWho turned to her his fancy / with intent to woo,\nThree times perforce must vanquish / the lady of high degree;\nFailed he in but one trial, / forfeited his head had he.\n\n328\n\nThis same the lusty princess / times untold had done.\nWhen to a warrior gallant / beside the Rhine 'twas known,\nHe thought to take unto him / the noble maid for wife:\nThereby must heroes many / since that moment lose their life.\n\n329\n\nThen spake of Rhine the master: / \"I'll down unto the sea\nUnto Brunhild journey, / fare as 'twill with me.\nFor her unmeasured beauty / I'll gladly risk my life,\nReady eke to lose it, / if she may not be my wife.\"\n\n330\n\n\"I counsel thee against it,\" / spake then Siegfried.\n\"So terrible in contest / the queen is indeed,\nWho for her love is suitor / his zeal must dearly pay.\nSo shalt thou from the journey / truly be content to stay.\"\n\n331\n\n\"So will I give thee counsel,\" / outspake Hagen there,\n\"That thou beg of Siegfried / with thee to bear\nThe perils that await thee: / that is now my rede,\nTo him is known so fully / what with Brunhild will be thy need.\"\n\n332\n\nHe spake: \"And wilt thou help me, / noble Siegfried,\nTo win the lovely maiden? / Do what now I plead;\nAnd if in all her beauty / she be my wedded wife,\nTo meet thy fullest wishes / honor will I pledge and life.\"\n\n333\n\nThereto answered Siegfried, / the royal Siegmund's son:\n\"Giv'st thou me thy sister, / so shall thy will be done,\n--Kriemhild the noble princess, / in beauty all before.\nFor toils that I encounter / none other meed I ask thee more.\"\n\n334\n\n\"That pledge I,\" spake then Gunther, / \"Siegfried, in thy hand.\nAnd comes the lovely Brunhild / thither to this land,\nThereunto thee my sister / for wife I'll truly give,\nThat with the lovely maiden / thou may'st ever joyful live.\"\n\n335\n\nOaths the knight full noble / upon the compact swore,\nWhereby to them came troubles / and dangers all the more,\nEre they the royal lady / brought unto the Rhine.\nStill should the warriors valiant / in sorest need and sorrow pine.\n\n336\n\nWith him carried Siegfried / that same mantle then,\nThe which with mickle trouble / had won the hero keen\nFrom a dwarf in struggle, / Alberich by name.\nThey dressed them for the journey, / the valiant thanes of lofty fame.\n\n337\n\nAnd when the doughty Siegfried / the sightless mantle wore,\nHad he within it / of strength as good a store\nAs other men a dozen / in himself alone.\nThe full stately princess / anon by cunning art he won.\n\n338\n\nEke had that same mantle / such wondrous properties\nThat any man whatever / might work whate'er he please\nWhen once he had it on him, / yet none could see or tell.\n'Twas so that he won Brunhild; / whereby him evil since befell.\n\n339\n\n\"Ere we begin our journey, / Siegfried, tell to me,\nThat we with fullest honor / come unto the sea,\nShall we lead warriors with us / down to Brunhild's land?\nThanes a thirty thousand / straightway shall be called to hand.\"\n\n340\n\n\"Men bring we ne'er so many,\" / answered Siegfried then.\n\"So terrible in custom / ever is the queen,\nThat all would death encounter / from her angry mood.\nI'll give thee better counsel, / thane in valor keen and good.\n\n341\n\n\"Like as knights-errant journey / down the Rhine shall we.\nThose now will I name thee / who with us shall be;\nBut four in all the company / seaward shall we fare:\nThus shall we woo the lady, / what fortune later be our share.\n\n342\n\n\"Myself one of the company, / a second thou shalt be,\nHagen be the third one / --so fare we happily;\nThe fourth let it be Dankwart, / warrior full keen.\nNever thousand others / dare in fight withstand us then.\"\n\n343\n\n\"The tale I would know gladly,\" / the king then further said,\n\"Ere we have parted thither / --of that were I full glad--\nWhat should we of apparel, / that would befit us well,\nWear in Brunhild's presence: / that shalt thou now to Gunther tell.\"\n\n344\n\n\"Weeds the very finest / that ever might be found\nThey wear in every season / in Brunhild's land:\nSo shall we rich apparel / before the lady wear,\nThat we have not dishonor / where men the tale hereafter hear.\"\n\n345\n\nThen spake he to the other: / \"Myself will go unto\nMy own loving mother, / if I from her may sue\nThat her fair tendant maidens / help that we be arrayed\nAs we may go in honor / before the high majestic maid.\"\n\n346\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen / with noble courtliness:\n\"Why wilt thou of thy mother / beg such services?\nOnly let thy sister / hear our mind and mood:\nSo shall for this our journey / her good service be bestowed.\"\n\n347\n\nThen sent he to his sister / that he her would see,\nAnd with him also Siegfried. / Ere that such might be,\nHerself had there the fair one / in rich apparel clad.\nSooth to tell, the visit / but little did displease the maid.\n\n348\n\nThen also were her women / decked as for them was meet.\nThe princes both were coming: / she rose from off her seat,\nAs doth a high-born lady / when that she did perceive,\nAnd went the guest full noble / and eke her brother to receive.\n\n349\n\n\"Welcome be my brother / and his companion too.\nI'd know the story gladly,\" / spake the maiden so,\n\"What ye now are seeking / that ye are come to me:\nI pray you straightway tell me / how 't with you valiants twain may be.\"\n\n350\n\nThen spake the royal Gunther: / \"Lady, thou shall hear:\nSpite of lofty spirits / have we yet a care.\nTo woo a maid we travel / afar to lands unknown;\nWe should against the journey / have rich apparel for our own.\"\n\n351\n\n\"Seat thee now, dear brother,\" / spake the princess fair;\n\"Let me hear the story, / who the ladies are\nThat ye will seek as suitors / in stranger princes' land.\"\nBoth good knights the lady / took in greeting by the hand.\n\n352\n\nWith the twain then went she / where she herself had sat,\nTo couches rich and costly, / in sooth believe ye that,\nWrought in design full cunning / of gold embroidery.\nAnd with these fair ladies / did pass the time right pleasantly.\n\n353\n\nMany tender glances / and looks full many a one\nFondly knight and lady / each other cast upon.\nWithin his heart he bore her, / she was as his own life.\nAnon the fairest Kriemhild / was the doughty Siegfried's wife.\n\n354\n\nThen spake the mighty monarch: / \"Full loving sister mine,\nThis may we ne'er accomplish / without help of thine.\nUnto Brunhild's country / as suitor now we fare:\n'Tis fitting that 'fore ladies / we do rich apparel wear.\"\n\n355\n\nThen spake the royal maiden: / \"Brother dear to me,\nIn whatsoever manner / my help may given be,\nOf that I well assure you, / ready thereto am I.\nTo Kriemhild 'twere a sorrow / if any should the same deny.\n\n356\n\n\"Of me, O noble brother, / thou shalt not ask in vain:\nCommand in courteous manner / and I will serve thee fain.\nWhatever be thy pleasure, / for that I'll lend my aid\nAnd willingly I'll do it,\" / spake the fair and winsome maid.\n\n357\n\n\"It is our wish, dear sister, / apparel good to wear;\nThat shall now directing / the royal hand prepare;\nAnd let thy maids see to it / that all is done aright,\nFor we from this same journey / turn not aside for word of wight.\"\n\n358\n\nSpake thereupon the maiden: / \"Now mark ye what I say:\nMyself have silks in plenty; / now send us rich supply\nOf stones borne on bucklers, / so vesture we'll prepare.\"\nTo do it royal Gunther / and Siegfried both right ready were.\n\n359\n\n\"And who are your companions,\" / further questioned she,\n\"Who with you apparelled / now for court shall be?\"\n\"I it is and Siegfried, / and of my men are two,\nDankwart and Hagen, / who with us to court shall go.\n\n360\n\n\"Now rightly what we tell thee, / mark, O sister dear:\n'Tis that we four companions / for four days may wear\nThrice daily change of raiment / so wrought with skilful hand\nThat we without dishonor / may take our leave of Brunhild's land.\"\n\n361\n\nAfter fair leave-taking / the knights departed so.\nThen of her attendants / thirty maids to go\nForth from her apartments / Kriemhild the princess bade,\nOf those that greatest cunning / in such skilful working had.\n\n362\n\nThe silks that were of Araby / white as the snow in sheen,\nAnd from the land of Zazamank / like unto grass so green,\nWith stones of price they broidered; / that made apparel rare.\nHerself she cut them, Kriemhild / the royal maiden debonair.\n\n363\n\nFur linings fashioned fairly / from dwellers in the sea\nBeheld by people rarely, / the best that e'er might be,\nWith silken stuffs they covered / for the knights to wear.\nNow shall ye of the shining / weeds full many a wonder hear.\n\n364\n\nFrom land of far Morocco / and eke from Libya\nOf silks the very finest / that ever mortal saw\nWith any monarch's kindred, / they had a goodly store.\nWell showed the Lady Kriemhild / that unto them good will she bore.\n\n365\n\nSince they unto the journey / had wished that so it be,\nSkins of costly ermine / used they lavishly,\nWhereon were silken pieces / black as coal inlaid.\nTo-day were any nobles / in robes so fashioned well arrayed.\n\n366\n\nFrom the gold of Araby / many a stone there shone.\nThe women long were busy / before the work was done;\nBut all the robes were finished / ere seven weeks did pass,\nWhen also trusty armor / for the warriors ready was.\n\n367\n\nWhen they at length were ready / adown the Rhine to fare,\nA ship lay waiting for them / strong built with mickle care,\nWhich should bear them safely / far down unto the sea.\nThe maidens rich in beauty / plied their work laboriously.\n\n368\n\nThen 'twas told the warriors / for them was ready there\nThe finely wrought apparel / that they were to wear;\nJust as they had wished it, / so it had been made;\nAfter that the heroes / there by the Rhine no longer stayed.\n\n369\n\nTo the knights departing / went soon a messenger:\nWould they come in person / to view their new attire,\nIf it had been fitted / short and long aright.\n'Twas found of proper measure, / and thanked those ladies fair each\n      knight.\n\n370\n\nAnd all who there beheld them / they must needs confess\nThat in the world they never / had gazed on fairer dress:\nAt court to wear th' apparel / did therefore please them well.\nOf warriors better furnished / never could a mortal tell.\n\n371\n\nThanks oft-times repeated / were there not forgot.\nLeave of parting from them / the noble knights then sought:\nLike thanes of noble bearing / they went in courteous wise.\nThen dim and wet with weeping / grew thereat two shining eyes.\n\n372\n\nShe spake: \"O dearest brother, / still here thou mightest stay,\nAnd woo another woman-- / that were the better way--\nWhere so sore endangered / stood not thus thy life.\nHere nearer canst thou find thee / equally a high-born wife.\"\n\n373\n\nI ween their hearts did tell them / what later came to pass.\nThey wept there all together, / whatever spoken was.\nThe gold upon their bosoms / was sullied 'neath the tears\nThat from their eyes in plenty / fell adown amid their fears.\n\n374\n\nShe spake: \"O noble Siegfried, / to thee commended be\nUpon thy truth and goodness / the brother dear to me,\nThat he come unscathed / home from Brunhild's land.\"\nThat plighted the full valiant / knight in Lady Kriemhild's hand.\n\n375\n\nThe mighty thane gave answer: / \"If I my life retain,\nThen shall thy cares, good Lady, / all have been in vain.\nAll safe I'll bring him hither / again unto the Rhine,\nBe that to thee full sicker.\" / To him did the fair maid incline.\n\n376\n\nTheir shields of golden color / were borne unto the strand,\nAnd all their trusty armor / was ready brought to hand.\nThey bade their horses bring them: / they would at last depart.\n--Thereat did fairest women / weep with sad foreboding heart.\n\n377\n\nDown from lofty casement / looked many a winsome maid,\nAs ship and sail together / by stirring breeze were swayed.\nUpon the Rhine they found them, / the warriors full of pride.\nThen outspake King Gunther: / \"Who now is here the ship to guide?\"\n\n378\n\n\"That will I,\" spake Siegfried; / \"I can upon the flood\nLead you on in safety, / that know ye, heroes good;\nFor all the water highways / are known right well to me.\"\nWith joy they then departed / from the land of Burgundy.\n\n379\n\nA mighty pole then grasped he, / Siegfried the doughty man,\nAnd the ship from shore / forth to shove began.\nGunther the fearless also / himself took oar in hand.\nThe knights thus brave and worthy / took departure from the land.\n\n380\n\nThey carried rich provisions, / thereto the best of wine\nThat might in any quarter / be found about the Rhine.\nTheir chargers stood in comfort / and rested by the way:\nThe ship it moved so lightly / that naught of injury had they.\n\n381\n\nStretched before the breezes / were the great sail-ropes tight,\nAnd twenty miles they journeyed / ere did come the night,\nBy fair breezes favored / down toward the sea.\nTheir toil repaid thereafter / the dauntless knights full grievously.\n\n382\n\nUpon the twelfth morning, / as we in story hear,\nHad they by the breezes / thence been carried far,\nUnto Castle Isenstein / and Brunhild's country:\nThat to Siegfried only / was known of all the company.\n\n383\n\nAs soon as saw King Gunther / so many towers rise\nAnd eke the boundless marches / stretch before his eyes,\nHe spake: \"Tell me, friend Siegfried, / is it known to thee\nWhose they are, the castles / and the majestic broad country?\"\n\n384\n\nThereto gave answer Siegfried: / \"That well to me is known:\nBrunhild for their mistress / do land and people own\nAnd Isenstein's firm towers, / as ye have heard me say.\nLadies fair a many / shall ye here behold to-day.\n\n385\n\n\"And I will give you counsel: / be it well understood\nThat all your words must tally / --so methinks 'twere good.\nIf ere to-day is over / our presence she command,\nMust we leave pride behind us, / as before Brunhild we stand.\n\n386\n\n\"When we the lovely lady / 'mid her retainers see,\nThen shall ye, good companions, / in all your speech agree\nThat Gunther is my master / and I his serving-man:\n'Tis thus that all he hopeth / shall we in the end attain.\"\n\n387\n\nTo do as he had bidden / consented straight each one,\nAnd spite of proudest spirit / they left it not undone.\nAll that he wished they promised, / and good it proved to be\nWhen anon King Gunther / the fair Brunhild came to see.\n\n388\n\n\"Not all to meet thy wishes / do I such service swear,\nBut most 'tis for thy sister, / Kriemhild the maiden fair;\nJust as my soul unto me / she is my very life,\nAnd fain would I deserve it / that she in truth become my wife.\"\n\n\n\n\nSEVENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Gunther won Brunhild\n\n389\n\nThe while they thus did parley / their ship did forward glide\nSo near unto the castle / that soon the king espied\nAloft within the casements / many a maiden fair to see.\nThat all to him were strangers / thought King Gunther mournfully.\n\n390\n\nHe asked then of Siegfried, / who bare him company:\n\"Know'st thou aught of the maidens, / who the same may be,\nGazing yonder downward / upon us on the tide?\nHowe'er is named their master, / minded are they high in pride.\"\n\n391\n\nThen spake the valiant Siegfried: / \"Now thither shalt thou spy\nUnseen among the ladies, / then not to me deny\nWhich, wert thou free in choosing, / thou'dst take to be thy queen.\"\n\"That will I do,\" then answered / Gunther the valiant knight and keen.\n\n392\n\n\"I see there one among them / by yonder casement stand,\nClad in snow-white raiment: / 'tis she my eyes demand,\nSo buxom she in stature, / so fair she is to see.\nAn I were free in choosing, / she it is my wife must be.\"\n\n393\n\n\"Full well now in choosing / thine eyes have guided thee:\nIt is the stately Brunhild / the maiden fair to see,\nThat doth now unto her / thy heart and soul compel.\"\nAll the maiden's bearing / pleased the royal Gunther well.\n\n394\n\nBut soon the queen commanded / from casement all to go\nOf those her beauteous maidens: / they should not stand there so\nTo be gazed at by the strangers. / They must obey her word.\nWhat were the ladies doing, / of that moreover have we heard.\n\n395\n\nUnto the noble strangers / their beauty they would show,\nA thing which lovely women / are ever wont to do.\nUnto the narrow casements / came they crowding on,\nWhen they spied the strangers: / that they might also see, 'twas done.\n\n396\n\nBut four the strangers numbered, / who came unto that land.\nSiegfried the doughty / the king's steed led in hand:\nThey saw it from the casements, / many a lovely maid,\nAnd saw the willing service / unto royal Gunther paid.\n\n397\n\nThen held he by the bridle / for him his gallant steed,\nA good and fair-formed charger, / strong and of noble breed,\nUntil the royal Gunther / into the saddle sprung.\nThus did serve him Siegfried: / a service all forgot ere long.\n\n398\n\nThen his own steed he also / led forth upon the shore.\nSuch menial service had he / full seldom done before,\nThat he should hold the stirrup / for monarch whomsoe'er.\nDown gazing from the casements / beheld it ladies high and fair.\n\n399\n\nAt every point according, / the heroes well bedight\n--Their dress and eke their chargers / of color snowy white--\nWere like unto each other, / and well-wrought shield each one\nOf the good knights bore with him, / that brightly glimmered in the sun.\n\n400\n\nJewelled well was saddle / and narrow martingale\nAs they rode so stately / in front of Brunhild's Hall,\nAnd thereon bells were hanging / of red gold shining bright.\nSo came they to that country, / as fitting was for men of might,\n\n401\n\nWith spears all newly polished, / with swords, well-made that were\nAnd by the stately heroes / hung down unto the spur:\nSuch bore the valiant riders / of broad and cutting blade.\nThe noble show did witness / Brunhild the full stately maid.\n\n402\n\nWith him came then Dankwart / and Hagen, doughty thane.\nThe story further telleth / how that the heroes twain\nOf color black as raven / rich attire wore,\nAnd each a broad and mighty / shield of rich adornment bore.\n\n403\n\nRich stones from India's country / every eye could see,\nImpending on their tunics, / sparkle full brilliantly.\nTheir vessel by the river / they left without a guard,\nAs thus the valiant heroes / rode undaunted castleward.\n\n404\n\nSix and fourscore towers / without they saw rise tall,\nThree spacious palaces / and moulded well a hall\nAll wrought of precious marble / green as blade of grass,\nWherein the royal Brunhild / with company of fair ladies was.\n\n405\n\nThe castle doors unbolted / were flung open wide\nAs out toward them / the men of Brunhild hied\nAnd received the strangers / into their Lady's land.\nTheir steeds they bade take over, / and also shield from out the hand.\n\n406\n\nThen spake a man-in-waiting: / \"Give o'er the sword each thane,\nAnd eke the shining armor.\"-- / \"Good friend, thou ask'st in vain,\"\nSpake of Tronje Hagen; / \"the same we'd rather wear.\"\nThen gan straightway Siegfried / the country's custom to declare.\n\n407\n\n\"'Tis wont within this castle, / --of that be now aware--\nThat never any stranger / weapons here shall bear.\nNow let them hence be carried: / well dost thou as I say.\"\nIn this did full unwilling / Hagen, Gunther's man, obey.\n\n408\n\nThey bade the strangers welcome / with drink and fitting rest.\nSoon might you see on all sides / full many knights the best\nIn princely weeds apparelled / to their reception go:\nYet did they mickle gazing / who would the keen new-comers know.\n\n409\n\nThen unto Lady Brunhild / the tidings strange were brought\nHow that unknown warriors / now her land had sought,\nIn stately apparel / come sailing o'er the sea.\nThe maiden fair and stately / gave question how the same might be.\n\n410\n\n\"Now shall ye straight inform me,\" / spake she presently,\n\"Who so unfamiliar / these warrior knights may be,\nThat within my castle / thus so lordly stand,\nAnd for whose sake the heroes / have hither journeyed to my land.\"\n\n411\n\nThen spake to her a servant: / \"Lady, I well can say\nOf them I've ne'er seen any / before this present day:\nBe it not that one among them / is like unto Siegfried.\nHim give a goodly welcome: / so is to thee my loyal rede.\n\n412\n\n\"The next of the companions / he is a worthy knight:\nIf that were in his power / he well were king of might\nO'er wide domains of princes, / the which might reach his hand.\nNow see him by the others / so right majestically stand.\n\n413\n\n\"The third of the companions, / that he's a man of spleen,\n--Withal of fair-formed body, / know thou, stately Queen,--\nDo tell his rapid glances / that dart so free from him.\nHe is in all his thinking / a man, I ween, of mood full grim.\n\n414\n\n\"The youngest one among them / he is a worthy knight:\nAs modest as a maiden, / I see the thane of might\nGoodly in his bearing / standing so fair to see,\nWe all might fear if any / affront to him should offered be.\n\n415\n\n\"How blithe soe'er his manner, / how fair soe'er is he,\nWell could he cause of sorrow / to stately woman be,\nIf he gan show his anger. / In him may well be seen\nHe is in knightly virtues / a thane of valor bold and keen.\"\n\n416\n\nThen spake the queen in answer: / \"Bring now my robes to hand.\nAnd is the mighty Siegfried / come unto this land,\nFor love of me brought thither, / he pays it with his life.\nI fear him not so sorely / that I e'er become his wife.\"\n\n417\n\nSo was fair Brunhild / straightway well arrayed.\nThen went with her thither / full many a beauteous maid,\nA hundred good or over, / bedight right merrily.\nThe full beauteous maidens / would those stranger warriors see.\n\n418\n\nAnd with them went the warriors / there of Isenland,\nThe knights attending Brunhild, / who bore sword in hand,\nFive hundred men or over. / Scarce heart the strangers kept\nAs those knights brave and seemly / down from out the saddle leapt.\n\n419\n\nWhen the royal lady / Siegfried espied,\nNow mote ye willing listen / what there the maiden said.\n\"Welcome be thou, Siegfried, / hither unto this land.\nWhat meaneth this thy journey, / gladly might I understand.\"\n\n420\n\n\"Full mickle do I thank thee, / my Lady, high Brunhild,\nThat thou art pleased to greet me, / noble Princess mild,\nBefore this knight so noble, / who stands before me here:\nFor he is my master, / whom first to honor fitting were.\n\n421\n\n\"Born is he of Rhineland: / what need I say more?\nFor thee 'tis highest favor / that we do hither fare.\nThee will he gladly marry, / an bring that whatsoe'er.\nBetimes shalt thou bethink thee: / my master will thee never spare.\n\n422\n\n\"For his name is Gunther / and he a mighty king.\nIf he thy love hath won him, / more wants he not a thing.\nIn sooth the king so noble / hath bade me hither fare:\nAnd gladly had I left it, / might I to thwart his wishes dare.\"\n\n423\n\nShe spake: \"Is he thy master / and thou his vassal art,\nSome games to him I offer, / and dare he there take part,\nAnd comes he forth the victor, / so am I then his wife:\nAnd be it I that conquer, / then shall ye forfeit each his life.\"\n\n424\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Lady, let us see\nThy games so fraught with peril. / Before should yield to thee\nGunther my master, / that well were something rare.\nHe trows he yet is able / to win a maid so passing fair.\"\n\n425\n\n\"Then shall ye try stone-putting / and follow up the cast,\nAnd the spear hurl with me. / Do ye naught here in haste.\nFor well may ye pay forfeit / with honor eke and life:\nBethink ye thus full calmly,\" / spake she whom Gunther would for wife.\n\n426\n\nSiegfried the valiant / stepped unto the king,\nAnd bade him speak out freely / his thoughts upon this thing\nUnto the queen so wayward, / he might have fearless heart.\n\"For to well protect thee / from her do I know an art.\"\n\n427\n\nThen spake the royal Gunther: / \"Now offer, stately Queen,\nWhat play soe'er thou mayest. / And harder had it been,\nYet would I all have ventured / for all thy beauty's sake.\nMy head I'll willing forfeit / or thyself my wife I'll make.\"\n\n428\n\nWhen therefore the Queen Brunhild / heard how the matter stood\nThe play she begged to hasten, / as indeed she should.\nShe bade her servants fetch her / therefor apparel trim,\nA mail-coat ruddy golden / and shield well wrought from boss to rim.\n\n429\n\nA battle-tunic silken / the maid upon her drew,\nThat in ne'er a contest / weapon pierced through,\nOf skins from land of Libya, / and structure rare and fine;\nAnd brilliant bands embroidered / might you see upon it shine.\n\n430\n\nMeanwhile were the strangers / jibed with many a threat;\nDankwart and Hagen, / their hearts began to beat.\nHow here the king should prosper / were they of doubtful mood,\nThinking, \"This our journey / shall bring us wanderers naught of good.\"\n\n431\n\nThe while did also Siegfried / the thane beyond compare,\nBefore 'twas marked by any, / unto the ship repair,\nWhere he found his sightless mantle[2] / that did hidden lie,\nAnd slipped into 't full deftly: / so was he veiled from every eye.\n\n[2] See strophe 97, note.\n\n432\n\nThither back he hied him / and found great company\nAbout the queen who ordered / what the high play should be.\nThere went he all in secret; / so cunningly 'twas done,\nOf all around were standing / perceived him never any one.\n\n433\n\nThe ring it was appointed / wherein the play should be\n'Fore many a keen warrior / who the same should see.\nMore than seven hundred / were seen their weapons bear,\nThat whoso were the victor / they might sure the same declare.\n\n434\n\nThither was come Brunhild; / all armed she did stand\nLike as she were to combat / for many a royal land;\nUpon her silken tunic / were gold bars many a one,\nAnd glowing 'mid the armor / her flesh of winsome color shone.\n\n435\n\nThen followed her attendants / and with them thither brought\nAt once a shield full stately, / of pure red gold 'twas wrought,\nWith steel-hard bands for facings, / full mickle 'twas and broad,\nWherewith in the contest / would guard herself the lovely maid.\n\n436\n\nTo hold the shield securely / a well-wrought band there was,\nWhereon lay precious jewels / green as blade of grass.\nFull many a ray their lustre / shot round against the gold.\nHe were a man full valiant / whom this high dame should worthy hold.\n\n437\n\nThe shield was 'neath the boss-point, / as to us is said,\nGood three spans in thickness, / which should bear the maid.\nOf steel 'twas wrought so richly / and had of gold such share,\nThat chamberlain and fellows / three the same scarce could bear.\n\n438\n\nWhen the doughty Hagen / the shield saw thither brought,\nSpake the knight of Tronje, / and savage was his thought:\n\"Where art thou now, King Gunther? / Shall we thus lose our life!\nWhom here thou seekst for lover, / she is the very Devil's wife.\"\n\n439\n\nList more of her apparel; / she had a goodly store.\nOf silk of Azagang / a tunic made she wore,\nAll bedight full richly; / amid its color shone\nForth from the queen it covered, / full many a sparkling precious stone.\n\n440\n\nThen brought they for the lady, / large and heavy there,\nAs she was wont to hurl it, / a sharply-pointed spear;\nStrong and massive was it, / huge and broad as well,\nAnd at both its edges / it cut with devastation fell.\n\n441\n\nTo know the spear was heavy / list ye wonders more:\nThree spears of common measure / 'twould make, and something o'er.\nOf Brunhild's attendants / three scarce the same could bear.\nThe heart of noble Gunther / thereat began to fill with fear.\n\n442\n\nWithin his soul he thought him: / \"What pickle am I in?\nOf hell the very Devil, / how might he save his skin?\nMight I at home in Burgundy / safe and living be,\nShould she for many a season / from proffered love of mine be free.\"\n\n443\n\nThen spake Hagen's brother / the valiant Dankwart:\n\"In truth this royal journey / doth sorely grieve my heart.\nWe passed for good knights one time: / what caitiff's death, if we\nHere in far-off country / a woman's game are doomed to be!\n\n444\n\n\"It rueth me full sorely / that I came to this land.\nAnd had my brother Hagen / his good sword in hand,\nAnd had I mine to help him, / a bit more gently then,\nA little tame of spirit, / might show themselves all Brunhild's men.\n\n445\n\n\"And know it of a certain / to lord it thus they'd cease;\nE'en though oaths a thousand / I'd sworn to keep the peace,\nBefore that I'd see perish / my dear lord shamefully,\nAmid the souls departed / this fair maid herself should be.\"\n\n446\n\n\"Well should we unhampered / quit at last this land,\"\nSpake his brother Hagen, / \"did we in armor stand,\nSuch as we need for battle, / and bore we broadswords good:\n'Twould be a little softened, / this doughty lady's haughty mood.\"\n\n447\n\nWell heard the noble maiden / what the warriors spoke.\nBack athwart her shoulder / she sent a smiling look:\n\"Now thinks he him so valiant, / so let them armed stand;\nTheir full keen-edged broadswords / give the warriors each in hand.\"\n\n448\n\nWhen they their swords received, / as the maiden said,\nThe full valiant Dankwart / with joy his face grew red.\n\"Now play they what them pleaseth,\" / cried the warrior brave;\n\"Gunther is yet a freeman, / since now in hand good swords we have.\"\n\n449\n\nThe royal Brunhild's prowess / with terror was it shown.\nInto the ring they bore her / in sooth a ponderous stone,\nGreat and all unwieldy, / huge it was and round:\nAnd scarce good knights a dozen / together raised it from the ground.\n\n450\n\nTo put this was her custom / after trial with the spear.\nThereat the men of Burgundy / began to quake with fear.\n\"Alack! Alack!\" quoth Hagen, / \"what seeks the king for bride?\nBeneath in hell 'twere better / the Devil had her by his side!\"\n\n451\n\nOn her white arms the flowing / sleeves she backward flung,\nThen with grasp of power / the shield in hand she swung,\nAnd spear poised high above her. / So did the contest start.\nGunther and Siegfried / saw Brunhild's ire with falling heart.\n\n452\n\nAnd were it not that Siegfried / a ready help did bring,\nSurely then had perished / beneath her hand the king.\nThere went he unperceived / and the king's hand did touch.\nGunther at his cunning / artifice was troubled much.\n\n453\n\n\"What is that hath touched me?\" / thought the monarch keen.\nThen gazed he all around him: / none was there to be seen.\nA voice spake: \"Siegfried is it, / a friend that holds thee dear.\nBefore this royal maiden / shall thy heart be free from fear.\n\n454\n\n\"Thy shield in hand now give me / and leave it me to bear,\nAnd do thou rightly mark thee / what thou now shalt hear.\nNow make thyself the motions, / --the power leave to me.\"\nWhen he did know him rightly, / the monarch's heart was filled with glee.\n\n455\n\n\"Now secret keep my cunning, / let none e'er know the same:\nThen shall the royal maiden / here find but little game\nOf glory to win from thee, / as most to her is dear.\nBehold now how the lady / stands before thee void of fear.\"\n\n456\n\nThe spear the stately maiden / with might and main did wield,\nAnd huge and broad she hurled it / upon the new-made shield,\nThat on his arm did carry / the son of Siegelind;\nFrom the steel the sparks flew hissing / as if were blowing fierce the\n      wind.\n\n457\n\nThe mighty spear sharp-pointed / full through the shield did crash,\nThat ye from off the mail-rings / might see the lightning flash.\nBeneath its force they stumbled, / did both those men of might;\nBut for the sightless mantle / they both were killed there outright.\n\n458\n\nFrom mouth of the full doughty / Siegfried burst the blood.\nFull soon he yet recovered; / then seized the warrior good\nThe spear that from her strong arm / thus his shield had rent,\nAnd back with force as came it / the hand of doughty Siegfried sent.\n\n459\n\nHe thought: \"To pierce the maiden / were but small glory earned,\"\nAnd so the spear's sharp edges / backward pointing turned;\nAgainst her mail-clad body / he made the shaft to bound,\nAnd with such might he sent it / full loud her armor did resound.\n\n460\n\nThe sparks as if in stormwind / from mail-rings flew around.\nSo mightily did hurl it / the son of Siegmund\nThat she with all her power / could not the shaft withstand.\nIn sooth it ne'er was speeded / so swiftly by King Gunther's hand.\n\n461\n\nBut to her feet full sudden / had sprung Brunhild fair.\n\"A shot, O noble Gunther, / befitting hero rare.\"\nShe weened himself had done it, / and all unaided he,\nNor wot she one far mightier / was thither come so secretly.\n\n462\n\nThen did she go full sudden, / wrathful was her mood,\nA stone full high she heaved / the noble maiden good,\nAnd the same far from her / with might and main she swung:\nHer armor's mail-rings jingled / as she herself thereafter sprung.\n\n463\n\nThe stone, when it had fallen, / lay fathoms twelve from there,\nAnd yet did spring beyond it / herself the maiden fair.\nThen where the stone was lying / thither Siegfried went:\nGunther feigned to move it, / but by another arm 'twas sent.\n\n464\n\nA valiant man was Siegfried / full powerful and tall.\nThe stone then cast he farther, / and farther sprang withal.\nFrom those his arts so cunning / had he of strength such store\nThat as he leaped he likewise / the weight of royal Gunther bore.\n\n465\n\nAnd when the leap was ended / and fallen was the stone,\nThen saw they ne'er another / but Gunther alone.\nBrunhild the fair maiden, / red grew she in wrath:\nSiegfried yet had warded / from royal Gunther surest death.\n\n466\n\nUnto her attendants / she spake in loud command,\nWhen she saw 'cross the circle / the king unvanquished stand.\n\"Come hither quick, my kinsmen, / and ye that wait on me;\nHenceforth unto Gunther / shall all be pledged faithfully.\"\n\n467\n\nThen laid the knights full valiant / their swords from out the hand;\nAt feet 'fore mighty Gunther / from Burgundian land\nOffered himself in service / full many a valiant knight.\nThey weened that he had conquered / in trial by his proper might.\n\n468\n\nHe gave her loving greeting, / right courteous was he.\nThen by the hand she took him, / the maiden praiseworthy,\nIn pledge that all around him / was his to have and hold.\nWhereat rejoiced Hagen / the warrior valorous and bold.\n\n469\n\nInto the spacious palace / with her thence to go\nBade she the noble monarch. / When they had done so,\nThen still greater honors / unto the knight were shown.\nDankwart and Hagen, / right willingly they saw it done.\n\n470\n\nSiegfried the valiant, / by no means was he slow,\nHis sightless mantle did he / away in safety stow.\nThen went he again thither / where many a lady sat.\nHe spake unto the monarch-- / full cunningly was done all that:\n\n471\n\n\"Why bidest thus, my master? / Wilt not the play begin,\nTo which so oft hath challenged / thee the noble queen?\nLet us soon have example / what may the trial be.\"\nAs knew he naught about it, / did the knight thus cunningly.\n\n472\n\nThen spake the queen unto him: / \"How hath this ever been,\nThat of the play, Sir Siegfried, / nothing thou hast seen,\nWherein hath been the victor / Gunther with mighty hand?\"\nThereto gave answer Hagen / a grim knight of Burgundian land.\n\n473\n\nSpake he: \"There dost thou, Lady, / think ill without a cause:\nBy the ship down yonder / the noble Siegfried was,\nThe while the lord of Rhineland / in play did vanquish thee:\nThus knows he nothing of it,\" / spake Gunther's warrior courteously.\n\n474\n\n\"A joy to me these tidings,\" / the doughty Siegfried spoke,\n\"That so thy haughty spirit / is brought beneath the yoke,\nAnd that yet one there liveth / master to be of thine.\nNow shalt thou, noble maiden, / us follow thither to the Rhine.\"\n\n475\n\nThen spake the maiden shapely: / \"It may not yet be so.\nAll my men and kindred / first the same must know.\nIn sooth not all so lightly / can I quit my home.\nFirst must I bid my trusty / warriors that they hither come.\"\n\n476\n\nThen bade she messengers / quickly forth to ride,\nAnd summoned in her kindred / and men from every side.\nWithout delay she prayed them / to come to Isenstein,\nAnd bade them all be given / fit apparel rare and fine.\n\n477\n\nThen might ye see daily / 'twixt morn and eventide\nUnto Brunhild's castle / many a knight to ride.\n\"God wot, God wot,\" quoth Hagen, / \"we do an evil thing,\nTo tarry here while Brunhild / doth thus her men together bring.\n\n478\n\n\"If now into this country / their good men they've brought\n--What thing the queen intendeth / thereof know we naught:\nBelike her wrath ariseth, / and we are men forlorn--\nThen to be our ruin / were the noble maiden born.\"\n\n479\n\nThen spake the doughty Siegfried: / \"That matter leave to me.\nWhereof thou now art fearful, / I'll never let it be.\nReady help I'll bring thee / hither unto this land,\nKnights of whom thou wotst not / till now I'll bring, a chosen band.\n\n480\n\n\"Of me shalt thou ask not: / from hence will I fare.\nMay God of thy good honor / meanwhile have a care.\nI come again right quickly / with a thousand men for thee,\nThe very best of warriors / hitherto are known to me.\"\n\n481\n\n\"Then tarry not unduly,\" / thus the monarch said.\n\"Glad we are full fairly / of this thy timely aid.\"\nHe spake: \"Till I come to thee / full short shall be my stay.\nThat thou thyself hast sent me / shalt thou unto Brunhild say.\"\n\n\n\n\nEIGHTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Siegfried fared to his Knights, the Nibelungen\n\n482\n\nThence went then Siegfried / out through the castle door\nIn his sightless mantle / to a boat upon the shore.\nAs Siegmund's son doth board it / him no mortal sees;\nAnd quickly off he steers it / as were it wafted by the breeze.\n\n483\n\nNo one saw the boatman, / yet rapid was the flight\nOf the boat forth speeding / driven by Siegfried's might.\nThey weened that did speed it / a swiftly blowing wind:\nNo, 'twas Siegfried sped it, / the son of fairest Siegelind.\n\n484\n\nIn that one day-time / and the following night\nCame he to a country / by dint of mickle might,\nLong miles a hundred distant, / and something more than this:\nThe Nibelungen were its people / where the mighty hoard was his.\n\n485\n\nAlone did fare the hero / unto an island vast\nWhereon the boat full quickly / the gallant knight made fast.\nOf a castle then bethought him / high upon a hill,\nAnd there a lodging sought him, / as wayworn men are wont to still.\n\n486\n\nThen came he to the portals / that locked before him stood.\nThey guarded well their honor / as people ever should.\nAt the door he gan a-knocking, / for all unknown was he.\nBut full well 'twas guarded, / and within it he did see\n\n487\n\nA giant who the castle / did guard with watchful eye,\nAnd near him did at all times / his good weapons lie.\nQuoth he: \"Who now that knocketh / at the door in such strange wise?\"\nWithout the valiant Siegfried / did cunningly his voice disguise.\n\n488\n\nHe spake: \"A bold knight-errant / am I; unlock the gate.\nElse will I from without here / disturbance rare create\nFor all who'd fain lie quiet / and their rest would take.\"\nWrathful grew the Porter / as in this wise Siegfried spake.\n\n489\n\nNow did the giant valorous / his good armor don,\nAnd placed on head his helmet; / then the full doughty man\nHis shield up-snatched quickly / and gate wide open swung.\nHow sore was he enraged / as himself upon Siegfried he flung!\n\n490\n\n'How dared he thus awaken / brave knights within the hall?'\nThe blows in rapid showers / from his hand did fall.\nThereat the noble stranger / began himself to shield.\nFor so a club of iron / the Porter's mighty arm did wield,\n\n491\n\nThat splinters flew from buckler, / and Siegfried stood aghast\nFrom fear that this same hour / was doomed to be his last,\nSo mightily the Porter's / blows about him fell.\nTo find such faithful warder / did please his master Siegfried well.\n\n492\n\nSo fiercely did they struggle / that castle far within\nAnd hall where slept the Nibelungen / echoed back the din.\nBut Siegfried pressed the Porter / and soon he had him bound.\nIn all the land of Nibelungen / the story soon was bruited round.\n\n493\n\nWhen the grim sound of fighting / afar the place had filled,\nAlberich did hear it, / a Dwarf full brave and wild.\nHe donned his armor deftly, / and running thither found\nThis so noble stranger / where he the doughty Porter bound.\n\n494\n\nAlberich was full wrathy, / thereto a man of power.\nCoat of mail and helmet / he on his body wore,\nAnd in his hand a heavy / scourge of gold he swung.\nWhere was fighting Siegfried, / thither in mickle haste he sprung.\n\n495\n\nSeven knobs thick and heavy / on the club's end were seen,\nWherewith the shield that guarded / the knight that was so keen\nHe battered with such vigor / that pieces from it brake.\nLest he his life should forfeit / the noble stranger gan to quake.\n\n496\n\nThe shield that all was battered / from his hand he flung;\nAnd into sheath, too, thrust he / his sword so good and long.\nFor his trusty chamberlain / he did not wish to slay,\nAnd in such case he could not / grant his anger fullest sway.\n\n497\n\nWith but his hands so mighty / at Alberich he ran.\nBy the beard then seized he / the gray and aged man,\nAnd in such manner pulled it / that he full loud did roar.\nThe youthful hero's conduct / Alberich did trouble sore.\n\n498\n\nLoud cried the valiant steward: / \"Have mercy now on me.\nAnd might I other's vassal / than one good hero's be,\nTo whom to be good subject / I an oath did take,\nUntil my death I'd serve thee.\" / Thus the man of cunning spake.\n\n499\n\nAlberich then bound he / as the giant before.\nThe mighty arm of Siegfried / did trouble him full sore.\nThe Dwarf began to question: / \"Thy name, what may it be?\"\nQuoth he: \"My name is Siegfried; / I weened I well were known to thee.\"\n\n500\n\n\"I joy to hear such tidings,\" / Dwarf Alberich replied.\n\"Well now have I found thee / in knightly prowess tried,\nAnd with goodly reason / lord o'er lands to be.\nI'll do whate'er thou biddest, / wilt thou only give me free.\"\n\n501\n\nThen spake his master Siegfried: / \"Quickly shalt thou go,\nAnd bring me knights hither, / the best we have to show,\nA thousand Nibelungen, / to stand before their lord.\"\nWherefore thus he wished it, / spake he never yet a word.\n\n502\n\nThe giant and Alberich / straightway he unbound.\nThen ran Alberich quickly / where the knights he found.\nThe warriors of Nibelung / he wakened full of fear.\nQuoth he: \"Be up, ye heroes, / before Siegfried shall ye appear.\"\n\n503\n\nFrom their couches sprang they / and ready were full soon,\nClothed well in armor / a thousand warriors boon,\nAnd went where they found standing / Siegfried their lord.\nThen was a mickle greeting / courteously in act and word.\n\n504\n\nCandles many were lighted, / and sparkling wine he drank.\nThat they came so quickly, / therefor he all did thank.\nQuoth he: \"Now shall ye with me / from hence across the flood.\"\nThereto he found full ready / the heroes valiant and good.\n\n505\n\nGood thirty hundred warriors / soon had hither pressed,\nFrom whom were then a thousand / taken of the best.\nFor them were brought their helmets / and what they else did need.\nFor unto Brunhild's country / would he straightway the warriors lead.\n\n506\n\nHe spake: \"Ye goodly nobles, / that would I have you hear,\nIn full costly raiment / shall ye at court appear,\nFor yonder must there see us / full many a fair lady.\nTherefore shall your bodies / dight in good apparel be.\"\n\n507\n\nUpon a morning early / went they on their way.\nWhat host of brave companions / bore Siegfried company!\nGood steeds took they with them / and garments rich to wear,\nAnd did in courtly fashion / unto Brunhild's country fare.\n\n508\n\nAs gazed from lofty parapet / women fair to see,\nSpake the queen unto them: / \"Knows any who they be,\nWhom I see yonder sailing / upon the sea afar?\nRich sails their ships do carry, / whiter than snow they are.\"\n\n509\n\nThen spake the king of Rhineland: / \"My good men they are,\nThat on my journey hither / left I lying near.\nI've sent to call them to me: / now are they come, O Queen.\"\nWith full great amazing / were the stately strangers seen.\n\n510\n\nThere saw they Siegfried / out on the ship's prow stand\nClad in costly raiment, / and with him his good band.\nThen spake Queen Brunhild: / \"Good monarch, let me know,\nShall I go forth to greet them, / or shall I greetings high forego?\"\n\n511\n\nHe spake: \"Thou shalt to meet them / before the palace go,\nSo that we see them gladly / they may surely know.\"\nThen did the royal lady / fulfil the king's behest.\nYet Siegfried in the greeting / was not honored with the rest.\n\n512\n\nLodgings were made ready / and their armor ta'en in hand.\nThen was such host of strangers / come into that land,\nOn all sides they jostled / from the great company.\nThen would the knights full valiant / homeward fare to Burgundy.\n\n513\n\nThen spake Queen Brunhild: / \"In favor would I hold\nWho might now apportion / my silver and my gold\nTo my guests and the monarch's, / for goodly store I have.\"\nThereto an answer Dankwart, / Giselher's good warrior, gave:\n\n514\n\n\"Full noble royal Lady, / give me the keys to hold.\nI trow I'll so divide it,\" / spake the warrior bold,\n\"If blame there be about it, / that shall be mine alone.\"\nThat he was not a niggard, / beyond a doubt he soon had shown.\n\n515\n\nWhen now Hagen's brother / the treasure did command,\nSo many a lavish bounty / dealt out the hero's hand,\nWhoso mark did covet, / to him was given such store\nThat all who once were poor men / might joyous live for evermore.\n\n516\n\nIn sooth good pounds a hundred / gave he to each and all.\nA host in costly raiment / were seen before the hall,\nWho in equal splendor / ne'er before were clad.\nWhen the queen did hear it, / verily her heart was sad.\n\n517\n\nThen spake the royal lady: / \"Good King, it little needs,\nThat now thy chamberlain / of all my stately weeds\nLeave no whit remaining, / and squander clean my gold.\nWould any yet prevent it, / him would I aye in favor hold.\n\n518\n\n\"He deals with hand so lavish, / in sooth doth ween the thane\nThat death I've hither summoned; / but longer I'll remain.\nEke trow I well to spend all / my sire hath left to me.\"\nNe'er found queen a chamberlain / of such passing generosity.\n\n519\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Lady, be thou told,\nThat the king of Rhineland / raiment hath and gold\nSo plenteous to lavish / that we may well forego\nTo carry with us homeward / aught that Brunhild can bestow.\"\n\n520\n\n\"No; as high ye hold me,\" / spake the queen again,\n\"Let me now have filled / coffers twice times ten\nOf gold and silken raiment, / that may deal out my hand,\nWhen that we come over / into royal Gunther's land.\"\n\n521\n\nThen with precious jewels / the coffers they filled for her.\nThe while her own chamberlain / must be standing near:\nFor no whit would she trust it / unto Giselher's man.\nWhereat Gunther and Hagen / heartily to laugh began.\n\n522\n\nThen spake the royal lady: / \"To whom leave I my lands?\nFirst must they now be given / in charge from out our hands.\"\nThen spake the noble monarch: / \"Whomsoe'er it pleaseth thee,\nBid him now come hither, / the same we'll let our Warden be.\"\n\n523\n\nOne of her highest kindred / near by the lady spied,\n--He was her mother's brother-- / to him thus spake the maid:\n\"Now be to thee entrusted / the castles and eke the land,\nUntil that here shall govern / Gunther the king by his own hand.\"\n\n524\n\nTrusty knights two thousand / from her company\nChose she to journey with her / unto Burgundy,\nBeyond those thousand warriors / from Nibelungenland.\nThey made ready for the journey, / and downward rode unto the strand.\n\n525\n\nSix and eighty ladies / led they thence with her,\nThereto good hundred maidens / that full beauteous were.\nThey tarried no whit longer, / for they to part were fain.\nOf those they left behind them, / O how they all to weep began!\n\n526\n\nIn high befitting fashion / quitted she her land:\nShe kissed of nearest kindred / all who round did stand.\nAfter fair leave-taking / they went upon the sea.\nBack to her father's country / came never more that fair lady.\n\n527\n\nThen heard you on the journey / many a kind of play:\nEvery pleasant pastime / in plenty had they.\nSoon had they for their journey / a wind from proper art:\nSo with full great rejoicing / did they from that land depart.\n\n528\n\nYet would she on the journey / not be the monarch's spouse:\nBut was their pleasant pastime / reserved for his own house\nAt Worms within his castle / at a high festival,\nWhither anon full joyous / came they with their warriors all.\n\n\n\n\nNINTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Siegfried was sent to Worms\n\n529\n\nWhen that they had journeyed / full nine days on their way,\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Now hear what I shall say.\nWe tarry with the tidings / for Worms upon the Rhine.\nAt Burgundy already / should now be messengers of thine.\"\n\n530\n\nThen outspake King Gunther: / \"There hast thou spoken true.\nAnd this selfsame journey, / none were so fit thereto\nAs thyself, friend Hagen. / So do thou now ride on.\nThis our high court journey, / none else can better make it known.\"\n\n531\n\nThereto answered Hagen: / \"Poor messenger am I.\nLet me be treasure-warden. / Upon the ships I'll stay\nNear by the women rather, / their guardian to be,\nTill that we bring them safely / into the land of Burgundy.\n\n532\n\n\"Now do thou pray Siegfried / that he the message bear,\nFor he's a knight most fitting / this thing to have in care.\nIf he decline the journey, / then shalt thou courteously,\nFor kindness to thy sister, / pray that he not unwilling be.\"\n\n533\n\nHe sent for the good warrior / who came at his command.\nHe spake: \"Since we are nearing / home in my own land,\nSo should I send a message / to sister dear of mine\nAnd eke unto my mother, / that we are nigh unto the Rhine.\n\n534\n\n\"Thereto I pray thee, Siegfried, / now meet my wish aright,\"\nSpake the noble monarch: / \"I'll ever thee requite.\"\nBut Siegfried still refused it, / the full valiant man,\nTill that King Gunther / sorely to beseech began.\n\n535\n\nHe spake: \"Now bear the message, / in favor unto me\nAnd eke unto Kriemhild / a maiden fair to see,\nThat the stately maiden / help me thy service pay.\"\nWhen had heard it Siegfried, / ready was the knight straightway.\n\n536\n\n\"Now what thou wilt, command me: / 'twill not be long delayed.\nThis thing will I do gladly / for sake of that fair maid.\nWhy should I aught refuse her, / who all my heart hath won?\nWhat thou for her commandest, / whate'er it be 'twill all be done.\"\n\n537\n\n\"Then say unto my mother, / Ute the queen,\nThat we on our journey / in joyous mood have been.\nLet know likewise my brothers / what fortune us befell.\nEke unto all our kinsmen / shalt thou then merry tidings tell.\n\n538\n\n\"Unto my fair sister / shalt thou all confide.\nFrom me bring her fair compliment / and from Brunhild beside,\nAnd eke unto our household / and all my warriors brave.\nWhat my heart e'er did strive for, / how well accomplished it I have!\n\n539\n\n\"And say as well to Ortwein / nephew dear of mine\nThat he do bid make ready / at Worms beside the Rhine.\nAnd all my other kindred, / to them made known shall be,\nWith Brunhild I am minded / to keep a great festivity.\n\n540\n\n\"And say unto my sister, / when that she hath learned\nThat I am to my country / with many a guest returned,\nShe shall have care to welcome / my bride in fitting way.\nSo all my thoughts of Kriemhild / will be her service to repay.\"\n\n541\n\nThen did Sir Siegfried / straightway in parting greet\nHigh the Lady Brunhild, / as 'twas very meet,\nAnd all her company; / then toward the Rhine rode he.\nNor in this world a better / messenger might ever be.\n\n542\n\nWith four and twenty warriors / to Worms did he ride.\nWhen soon it was reported / the king came not beside,\nThen did all the household / of direst news have dread:\nThey feared their royal master / were left in distant country dead.\n\n543\n\nThen sprang they from the saddle, / full high they were of mood.\nFull soon before them Giselher / the prince so youthful stood,\nAnd Gernot his brother. / How quickly then spake he,\nWhen he the royal Gunther / saw not in Siegfried's company:\n\n544\n\n\"Be thou welcome, Siegfried. / Yet shalt thou tell to me,\nWhy the king my brother / cometh not with thee.\nBrunhild's prowess is it / hath taken him, I ween;\nAnd so this lofty wooing / hath naught but our misfortune been.\"\n\n545\n\n\"Now cease such ill foreboding. / To you and friends hath sent\nMy royal companion / his good compliment.\nSafe and sound I left him; / myself did he command\nThat I should be his herald / with tidings hither to your land.\n\n546\n\n\"Quickly shall ye see to it, / how that it may be,\nThat I the queen and likewise / your fair sister see.\nFrom Gunther and Brunhild / the message will I tell\nThat hath now been sent them: / the twain do find them passing well.\"\n\n547\n\nThen spake the youthful Giselher: / \"So shalt thou go to her:\nHere dost thou on my sister / a favor high confer.\nIn sooth she's mickle anxious / how't with my brother be.\nThe maid doth see thee gladly, / --of that will I be surety.\"\n\n548\n\nThen outspake Sir Siegfried: / \"If serve her aught I can,\nThat same thing most willing / in truth it shall be done.\nWho now will tell the ladies / I would with them confer?\"\nThen was therein Giselher / the stately knight his messenger.\n\n549\n\nGiselher the valiant / unto his mother kind\nAnd sister spake the tidings / when he the twain did find:\n\"To us returned is Siegfried, / the hero of Netherlands\nUnto the Rhine he cometh / at my brother Gunther's command.\n\n550\n\n\"He bringeth us the tidings / how't with the king doth fare.\nNow shall ye give permission / that he 'fore you appear.\nHe'll tell the proper tidings / from Isenland o'er the main.\"\nYet mickle sad forebodings / did trouble still the ladies twain.\n\n551\n\nThey sprang for their attire / and donned it nothing slow.\nThen bade they that Siegfried / to court should thither go.\nThat did he right willing / for he gladly them did see.\nKriemhild the noble maiden / spake to him thus graciously.\n\n552\n\n\"Welcome be, Sir Siegfried, / thou knight right praiseworthy.\nYet where may King Gunther / my noble brother be?\nIt is through Brunhild's prowess, / I ween, he is forlorn.\nAlack of me, poor maiden, / that I into this world was born!\"\n\n553\n\nThe valiant knight then answered: / \"Give me news-bringer's meed\nKnow ye, fairest ladies, / ye weep without a need.\nI left him well and happy, / that would I have you know;\nThey two have sent me hither / to bear the tidings unto you.\n\n554\n\n\"And offer thee good service / both his bride and he,\nMy full noble lady, / in love and loyalty.\nNow give over weeping, / for straight will they be here.\"\nThey had for many a season / heard not a tale to them so dear.\n\n555\n\nWith fold of snow-white garment / then her eyes so bright\nDried she after weeping. / She gan thank the knight\nWho of these glad tidings / had been the messenger.\nThen was a mickle sorrow / and cause of weeping ta'en from her.\n\n556\n\nShe bade the knight be seated, / which he did willingly.\nThen spake the lovely maiden: / \"It were a joy to me,\nCould I the message-bringer / with gold of mine repay.\nThereto art thou too high-born; / I'll serve thee then in other way.\"\n\n557\n\n\"If I alone were ruler,\" / spake he, \"o'er thirty lands,\nYet gifts I'd take right gladly, / came they from thy fair hands.\"\nThen spake the virtuous maiden: / \"In truth it shall be so.\"\nThen bade she her chamberlain / forth for message-money go.\n\n558\n\nFour and twenty armlets / with stones of precious kind,\nThese gave she him for guerdon. / 'Twas not the hero's mind,\nThat he himself should keep them: / he dealt them all around\nUnto her fair attendants / whom he within the chamber found.\n\n559\n\nOf service, too, her mother / did kindly offer make.\n\"Then have I more to tell you,\" / the keen warrior spake:\n\"Of what the king doth beg you, / when comes he to the Rhine.\nWilt thou perform it, lady, / then will he e'er to thee incline.\n\n560\n\n\"The noble guests he bringeth, / --this heard I him request,\nThat ye shall well receive them; / and furthermore his hest,\nThat ye ride forth to meet him / 'fore Worms upon the strand.\nSo have ye from the monarch / faithfully his high command.\"\n\n561\n\nThen spake the lovely maiden: / \"Full ready there am I.\nIf I in aught can serve him, / I'll never that deny.\nIn all good faith and kindness / shall it e'er be done.\"\nThen deeper grew her color / that from increase of joy she won.\n\n562\n\nNever was royal message / better received before.\nThe lady sheer had kissed him, / if 'twere a thing to dare.\nFrom those high ladies took he / his leave in courteous wise.\nThen did they there in Burgundy / in way as Siegfried did advise.\n\n563\n\nSindold and Hunold / and Rumold the thane\nIn truth were nothing idle, / but wrought with might and main\nTo raise the sitting-places / 'fore Worms upon the strand.\nThere did the royal Steward / busy 'mid the workers stand.\n\n564\n\nOrtwein and Gere / thought longer not to bide,\nBut sent unto their kinsmen / forth on every side.\nThey told of festive meeting / there that was to be;\nAnd deck themselves to meet them / did the maidens fair to see.\n\n565\n\nThe walls throughout the palace / were dight full richly all,\nLooking unto the strangers; / and King Gunther's hall\nFull well with seats and tables / for many a noble guest.\nAnd great was the rejoicing / in prospect of the mighty feast.\n\n566\n\nThen rode from every quarter / hither through the land\nThe three monarchs' kinsmen, / who there were called to hand,\nThat they might be in waiting / for those expected there.\nThen from enfolding covers / took they store of raiments rare.\n\n567\n\nSome watchers brought the tidings / that Brunhild's followers were\nSeen coming riding hither. / Then rose a mickle stir\nAmong the folk so many / in the land of Burgundy.\nHeigh-ho! What valiant warriors / alike on both parts might you see!\n\n568\n\nThen spake the fair Kriemhild: / \"Of my good maidens, ye\nWho at this reception / shall bear me company,\nFrom out the chests now seek ye / attire the very best.\nSo shall praise and honor / be ours from many a noble guest.\"\n\n569\n\nThen came the knights also / and bade bring forth to view\nThe saddles richly furnished / of ruddy golden hue,\nThat ladies fair should ride on / at Worms unto the Rhine.\nBetter horse-equipment / could never artisan design.\n\n570\n\nHeigh-ho! What gold all glancing / from the steeds there shone!\nSparkled from their bridles / full many a precious stone.\nGold-wrought stools for mounting / and shining carpets good\nBrought they for the ladies: / joyous were they all of mood.\n\n571\n\nWithin the court the heroes / bedight with trappings due\nAwaited noble maidens, / as I have told to you.\nA narrow band from saddle / went round each horse's breast,\nIts beauty none could tell you: / of silk it was the very best.\n\n572\n\nSix and eighty ladies / came in manner meet\nWearing each a wimple. / Kriemhild there to greet\nThey went, all fair to look on, / in shining garments clad.\nThen came eke well apparelled / full many a fair and stately maid.\n\n573\n\nFour and fifty were they / of the land of Burgundy,\nAnd they were eke the noblest / that ever you might see.\nAdorned with shining hair-bands / the fair-haired maids came on.\nWhat now the king desired, / that most carefully was done.\n\n574\n\nMade of stuffs all costly, / the best you might desire,\nBefore the gallant strangers / wore they such rich attire\nAs well did fit the beauty / of many amid the throng.\nHe sure had lost his senses, / who could have wished them any wrong.\n\n575\n\nOf sable and of ermine / many a dress was worn.\nArms and hands a many / did they full well adorn\nWith rings o'er silken dresses / that there did clothe them well.\nOf all the ready-making / none might ever fully tell.\n\n576\n\nFull many a well-wrought girdle / in long and costly braid\nAbout the shining garments / by many a hand was laid\nOn dress of precious ferrandine / of silk from Araby.\nAnd full of high rejoicing / were those maids of high degree.\n\n577\n\nWith clasps before her bosom / was many a fair maid\nLaced full beauteously. / She might well be sad,\nWhose full beaming color / vied not with weeds she wore.\nSuch a stately company / ne'er possessed a queen before.\n\n578\n\nWhen now the lovely maidens / attired you might see,\nSoon were those beside them / should bear them company,\nOf warriors high-hearted / a full mickle band.\nAnd with their shields they carried / full many an ashen shaft in hand.\n\n\n\n\nTENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Brunhild was received at Worms\n\n579\n\nOn yonder side Rhine river / they saw a stately band,\nThe king and host of strangers, / ride down unto the strand,\nAnd also many a lady / sitting on charger led.\nBy those who should receive them / was goodly preparation made.\n\n580\n\nSoon they of Isenland / the ship had entered then,\nAnd with them Siegfried's vassals / the Nibelungen men;\nThey strained unto the shore / with untiring hand\nWhen they beheld the monarch's / friends upon the farther strand.\n\n581\n\nNow list ye eke the story / of the stately queen,\nUte, how at her bidding / ladies fair were seen\nForth coming from the castle / to ride her company.\nThen came to know each other / full many a knight and fair lady.\n\n582\n\nThe Margrave Gere / but to the castle gate\nThe bridle held for Kriemhild; / the keen Siegfried did wait\nThenceforward upon her. / She was a beauteous maid.\nWell was the knight's good service / by the lady since repaid.\n\n583\n\nOrtwein the valiant / Queen Ute rode beside,\nAnd many a knight full gallant / was stately lady's guide.\nAt such a high reception, / that may we say, I ween,\nWas ne'er such host of ladies / in company together seen.\n\n584\n\nWith show of rider's talent / the tilt was carried on,\nFor might the knights full gallant / naught fitting leave undone,\nAs passed down to the river / Kriemhild the lady bright.\nThen helped was many a lady / fair from charger to alight.\n\n585\n\nThe king had then come over / and many a stranger too.\nHeigh-ho! What strong shafts splintered / before the ladies flew!\nMany a shaft go crashing / heard you there on shield.\nHeigh-ho! What din of costly / arms resounded o'er the field.\n\n586\n\nThe full lovely maidens / upon the shore did stand,\nAs Gunther with the strangers / stepped upon the land;\nHe himself did Brunhild / by the hand lead on.\nThen sparkled towards each other / rich dress and many a shining stone.\n\n587\n\nThen went Lady Kriemhild / with fullest courtesy due,\nTo greet the Lady Brunhild / and her retinue.\nAnd saw ye each the head-band / with fair hand move aside\nWhen they kissed each other: / high courtesy did the ladies guide.\n\n588\n\nThen spake the maiden Kriemhild, / a high-born lady she:\n\"Unto this our country / shalt thou right welcome be,\nTo me and to my mother / and each true friend of mine,\nThat we here have with us.\" / Then each did unto each incline.\n\n589\n\nWithin their arms the ladies / oft-times clasped each other.\nLike this fond reception / heard ye of ne'er another,\nAs when both the ladies / there the bride did greet,\nQueen Ute and her daughter; / oft-times they kissed her lips so sweet.\n\n590\n\nWhen all of Brunhild's ladies / were come upon the strand,\nThen was there taken / full fondly by the hand\nBy the warriors stately / many a fair lady.\nBefore the Lady Brunhild / the train of fair maids might ye see.\n\n591\n\nBefore their greetings ended / a mickle time was gone,\nFor lips of rosy color / were kissed there, many a one.\nLong stood they together, / the royal ladies high,\nAnd so to look upon them / pleased many a noble warrior's eye.\n\n592\n\nThen spied with probing eye, too, / who before did hear\nThat till then was never / aught beheld so fair,\nAs those two royal ladies: / they found it was no lie.\nIn all their person might ye / no manner of deceit espy.\n\n593\n\nWho there could spy fair ladies / and judge of beauty rare,\nThey praised the wife of Gunther / that she was passing fair;\nYet spake again the wise men / who looked with keener gaze,\nThey rather would to Kriemhild / before Brunhild award the praise.\n\n594\n\nThen went unto each other / maid and fair lady.\nFull many a fair one might ye / in rich adornment see.\nThere stood rich tents a many, / silken great and small,\nWherewith in every quarter / 'fore Worms the field was covered all.\n\n595\n\nOf the king's high kindred / a mighty press there was.\nThen bade they Brunhild / and Kriemhild on to pass,\nAnd with them all the ladies, / where they in shade might be.\nThither did bring them warriors / of the land of Burgundy.\n\n596\n\nWhen now the strangers also / on horse sat every one,\nPlenteous knightly tilting / at shield was there begun.\nAbove the field rose dust-clouds, / as had the country been\nAll in flames a-burning; / who bore the honors there was seen.\n\n597\n\nLooked on full many a maiden / as the knights did sport them so.\nMeseemeth that Sir Siegfried / full many a to-and-fro\nDid ride with his good followers / along 'fore many a tent.\nWith him of Nibelungen / a thousand stately men there went.\n\n598\n\nThen came of Tronje Hagen, / whom the king did send;\nHe bade in pleasing manner / the tourney have an end,\nBefore in dust be buried / all the ladies fair.\nAnd ready to obey him / soon the courteous strangers were.\n\n599\n\nThen spake Sir Gernot: / \"Now let the chargers stand,\nUntil the air is cooler, / for we must be at hand\nAs escort for fair ladies / unto the stately hall;\nAnd will the king take saddle, / so let him find you ready all.\"\n\n600\n\nWhen now the sound of tourney / o'er all the field was spent,\nThen went for pleasant pastime / 'neath many a lofty tent\nThe knights unto the ladies, / and willing thither hied.\nAnd there they passed the hours / till such time as they thence should\n      ride.\n\n601\n\nJust before the evening / when the sun was in the west,\nAnd the air grew cooler, / no longer did they rest,\nBut both knights and ladies / unto the castle passed.\nAnd eyes in loving glances / on many a beauteous maid were cast.\n\n602\n\nBy hand of goodly warrior / many a coat was rent,\nFor in the country's custom / they tourneyed as they went,\nUntil before the palace / the monarch did dismount.\nThey tended fairest ladies / as knights high-spirited are wont.\n\n603\n\nAfter fairest greeting / the queens did part again.\nDame Ute and her daughter, / thither passed the twain\nWith train of fair attendants / unto a hall full wide.\nDin of merrymaking / heard ye there on every side.\n\n604\n\nArranged were sitting-places / where the king would be\nWith his guests at table. / By him might ye see\nStanding the fair Brunhild. / She wore a royal crown\nIn the monarch's country, / the which might well such mistress own.\n\n605\n\nSeats for all the people / at many a spacious board\nThere were, as saith the story, / where victuals rich were stored.\nHow little there was lacking / of all that makes a feast!\nAnd by the monarch saw ye / sitting many a stately guest.\n\n606\n\nThe royal host's attendants / in basins golden red\nCarried water forward. / And should it e'er be said\nBy any that a better / service did receive\nEver guests of monarch, / I never could such thing believe.\n\n607\n\nBefore the lord of Rhineland / with water was waited on,\nUnto him Sir Siegfried, / as fitting was, had gone;\nHe called to mind a promise / that made by him had been\nEre that the Lady Brunhild / afar in Isenland he'd seen.\n\n608\n\nHe spake: \"Thou shalt bethink thee / what once did plight thy hand,\nIf that the Lady Brunhild / should come unto this land,\nThou'dst give to me thy sister. / Where now what thou hast sworn?\nIn this thy wooing journey / not small the labor I have borne.\"\n\n609\n\nThen to his guest the monarch: / \"Well hast thou minded me,\nAnd by this hand shall never / false word plighted be.\nTo gain thy wish I'd help thee / in the way as best I know.\"\nBidden then was Kriemhild / forth unto the king to go.\n\n610\n\nWith her full beauteous maidens / unto the Hall she passed.\nThen sprang the youthful Giselher / adown the steps in haste\n\"Bid now these many maidens / wend their way again;\nNone but my sister only / unto the king shall enter in.\"\n\n611\n\nThen led they Kriemhild thither / where the king was found,\nWith him were knights full noble / from many a land around.\nWithin that Hall so spacious / she waited the king's behest,\nWhat time the Lady Brunhild / betook her likewise to the feast.\n\n612\n\nThen spake the royal Gunther: / \"Sister mine full fair,\nRedeem the word I've given, / an hold'st thou virtue dear.\nThee to a knight I plighted: / An tak'st thou him to man,\nThereby my wish full truly / unto the warrior hast thou done.\"\n\n613\n\nThen spake the noble maiden: / \"Brother full dear to me,\nNot long shalt thou entreat me. / In truth I'll ever be\nObedient to thy bidding; / that shall now be done,\nAnd him I'll take full gladly, / my Lord, whom thou giv'st me for man.\"\n\n614\n\nBefore those fair eyes' glances / grew Siegfried's color red.\nThe knight to Lady Kriemhild / his service offered.\nWithin a ring together / then were led the twain,\nAnd they asked the maiden, / if she to take the knight were fain.\n\n615\n\nUpon her face not little / was the modest glow;\nNathless to joy of Siegfried / did fortune will it so,\nThat the maiden would not / refuse the knight her hand.\nEke swore his wife to make her / the noble king of Netherland.\n\n616\n\nWhen he to her had plighted, / and eke to him the maid,\nSiegfried to embrace her / nothing more delayed,\nBut clasped in arms full fondly / and oft the lady fair,\nAnd stately knights were witness / how that he kissed the princess there.\n\n617\n\nWhen that the maids attendant / from thence had ta'en their leave,\nIn place of honor seated / Siegfried might ye perceive\nAnd by him fairest Kriemhild; / and many a knight at hand\nWas seen of the Nibelungen / at Siegfried's service ready stand.\n\n618\n\nThere too was Gunther seated / and with him Queen Brunhild.\nAt sight of Kriemhild sitting / by Siegfried was she filled\nWith anger such as never / before her heart did swell:\nShe wept, and tears in plenty / adown her shining face there fell.\n\n619\n\nThen spake who ruled the country: / \"What aileth, lady mine,\nThat so thou let'st be dimmed / thine eyes that brightly shine?\nBe straight of joyous spirit, / for now at thy command\nMy land and my good castles / and host of stately warriors stand.\"\n\n620\n\n\"Good cause to me for weeping,\" / spake the lady fair.\n\"For sake of this thy sister / sorrow now I bear,\nWhom here behold I seated / by one that serveth thee.\nThat must forever grieve me, / shall she thus dishonored be.\"\n\n621\n\nThen answered her King Gunther: / \"But for the nonce be still.\nAt other time more fitting / the thing to thee I'll tell,\nWherefore thus my sister / to Siegfried I did give.\nAnd truly with the hero / may she ever joyous live.\"\n\n622\n\nShe spake: \"Her name and beauty / thus lost it grieveth me.\nAn knew I only whither, / from hence I'd surely flee,\nThis night nor e'er hereafter / to share thy royal bed,\nSay'st thou not truly wherefore / Kriemhild thus hath Siegfried wed.\"\n\n623\n\nThen spake the noble monarch: / \"Then unto thee be known\nThat he as stately castles, / lands wide as I, doth own.\nAnd know thou that full surely / a mighty monarch he;\nWherefore the fairest maiden / I grant him thus his wife to be.\"\n\n624\n\nWhate'er the king did tell her, / sad was she yet of mood.\nThen hastened from the tables / full many a warrior good,\nAnd jousted that the castle / walls gave back the din.\nAmid his guests the monarch / waiting longingly was seen.\n\n625\n\nHe deemed 'twere better lying / beside his fair lady.\nOf thinking on that plaisance / his mind he could not free,\nAnd what her love would bring him / before the night be past;\nHe many a glance full tender / upon the Lady Brunhild cast.\n\n626\n\nThe guests they bade give over / in joust who combated,\nFor that with spouse new-wedded / the monarch would to bed.\nLeaving then the banquet, / there together met\nKriemhild and Brunhild: / their bitter hate was silent yet.\n\n627\n\nAt hand were their attendants; / they longer tarried not,\nAnd chamberlains full lordly / lights for them had brought.\nThen parted eke the followers / of the monarchs twain,\nAnd bearing Siegfried company / went full many a worthy thane.\n\n628\n\nThe lords were both come thither / where that they should lie.\nAs each one bethought him / of loving victory\nTo win o'er winsome lady, / merry he grew of mood.\nThe noble Siegfried's pastime / it was beyond all measure good.\n\n629\n\nAs there Sir Siegfried / by fair Kriemhild lay\nAnd to the maid devoted / himself in such fond way\nAs noble knight beseemeth, / they twain to him were one,\nAnd not a thousand others / had he then ta'en for her alone.\n\n630\n\nI'll tell you now no further / how he the lady plied,\nBut list ye first the story / what Gunther did betide\nBy Lady Brunhild lying. / In sooth the noble thane\nBy side of other ladies / a deal more happily had lain.\n\n631\n\nWithdrawn were now attendants, / man and also maid;\nNot long to lock the chamber / within the king delayed.\nHe weened to have good pleasure / of that fair lady,\nYet was the time still distant / when that she his wife should be.\n\n632\n\nIn gown of whitest linen / unto the bed she passed.\nThen thought the knight full noble: / \"Now have I here at last\nAll that I e'er desired / as long as I can tell.\"\nPerforce her stately beauty / did please the monarch passing well.\n\n633\n\nThat they should shine more dimly / he placed the lights aside,\nThen where did lie the lady / the thane full eager hied.\nHe placed himself a-nigh her, / his joy right great it was,\nAs in his arms the monarch / the winsome maid did there embrace.\n\n634\n\nA loving plaisance had he / with vigor there begun\nIf that the noble lady / had let the same be done.\nShe then did rage so sorely / that grieved was he thereat;\nHe weened to find who loved him, / --instead he found him naught but\n      hate.\n\n635\n\nSpake she: \"Good knight and noble, / from this thing give o'er.\nThat which thou here hast hope of, / it may be nevermore.\nA maid I still will keep me / --well mayest thou know that--\nUntil I learn that story.\" / Gunther wrathy grew thereat.\n\n636\n\nHer gown he wrought to ruin / to win her maidenhead.\nWhereat did seize a girdle / the full stately maid,\nA strong and silken girdle / that round her sides she wore,\nAnd with the same the monarch / she soon had brought to pains full sore.\n\n637\n\nHis feet and his hands also, / together bound she all,\nUnto a nail she bore him / and hung him on the wall.\nHim who disturbed her sleeping / in his love she sorely let,\nAnd from her mighty prowess, / he full nigh his death had met.\n\n638\n\nThen gan he to entreat her, / who master late had been.\n\"From these my bonds now loose me, / my full noble queen.\nNor trow I e'er, fair lady, / victor o'er thee to be,\nAnd henceforth will I seldom / seek to lie thus nigh to thee.\"\n\n639\n\nShe recked not how 'twere with him, / as she full softly lay.\nThere hung he, will he nill he, / the night through unto day,\nUntil the light of morning / through the windows shone.\nCould he e'er boast of prowess, / small now the measure he did own.\n\n640\n\n\"Now tell me, lordly Gunther, / wert thou thereat so sad,\nIf that in bonds should find thee\" / --spake the fairest maid--\n\"Thy royal men-in-waiting, / bound by lady's hand?\"\nThen spake the knight full noble: / \"Thou should'st in case most evil\n      stand.\n\n641\n\n\"Eke had I little honor / therefrom,\" continued he.\n\"For all thy royal honor / let me then go to thee.\nSince that my fond embracements / do anger thee so sore,\nWith these my hands I pledge thee / to touch thy garment nevermore.\"\n\n642\n\nThen she loosed him straightway / and he once more stood free.\nTo the bed he went as erstwhile / where rested his lady.\nBut far from her he laid him / and well he now forebore\nTo stir the lady's anger / by touching e'en the gown she wore.\n\n643\n\nAt length came their attendants / who garments fresh did bring,\nWhereof was ready for them / good store on that morning.\nYet merry as his folk were, / a visage sad did own\nThe lord of that proud country, / for all he wore that day a crown.\n\n644\n\nAs was the country's custom, / a thing folk do of right,\nGunther and Brunhild / presently were dight\nTo go unto the minster / where the mass was sung.\nThither eke came Siegfried, / and in their trains a mighty throng.\n\n645\n\nAs fitted royal honor / for them was thither brought\nThe crown that each should carry / and garments richly wrought.\nThere were they consecrated; / and when the same was done,\nSaw ye the four together / happy stand and wearing crown.\n\n646\n\nThere was knighted many a squire, / --six hundred or beyond--\nIn honor of the crowning, / that shall ye understand.\nArose full great rejoicing / in the land of Burgundy\nAs hand of youthful warrior / did shatter shaft right valiantly.\n\n647\n\nThen sat in castle casement / maidens fair to see,\nAnd many a shield beneath them / gleamed full brilliantly.\nYet himself had sundered / from all his men the king;\nThough joyous every other, / sad-visaged stood he sorrowing.\n\n648\n\nHe and the doughty Siegfried, / how all unlike their mood!\nWell wist the thing did grieve him / that noble knight and good.\nHe went unto the monarch / and straight addressed him so:\n\"This night how hast thou fared? / In friendship give thou me to know.\"\n\n649\n\nTo his guest the king gave answer: / \"Than shame and scathe I've naught.\nThe devil's dam I surely / into my house have brought.\nWhen as I thought to have her / she bound me like a thrall;\nUnto a nail she bore me / and hung me high upon the wall.\n\n650\n\n\"There hung I sore in anguish / the night through until day\nEre that she would unbind me, / the while she softly lay!\nAnd hast thou friendly pity / know then the grief I bear.\"\nThen spake the doughty Siegfried: / \"Such grieves me verily to hear.\n\n651\n\n\"The which I'll show thee truly, / wilt thou me not deny.\nI'll bring it that to-night she / so near to thee shall lie\nThat she to meet thy wishes / shall tarry nevermore.\"\nThereat rejoice did Gunther / to think perchance his trials o'er.\n\n652\n\nThen further spake Sir Siegfried: / \"With thee 'twill yet be right.\nI ween that all unequal / we twain have fared this night.\nTo me thy sister Kriemhild / dearer is than life;\nEke shall the Lady Brunhild / be yet this coming night thy wife.\"\n\n653\n\n\"I'll come unto thy chamber / this night all secretly,\"\nSpake he, \"and wrapped in mantle / invisible I'll be,\nThat of this my cunning / naught shall any know;\nAnd thy attendants shalt thou / bid to their apartments go.\n\n654\n\n\"The lights I'll all extinguish / held by each page in hand,\nBy the which same token / shalt thou understand\nI present am to serve thee. / I'll tame thy shrewish wife\nThat thou this night enjoy her, / else forfeit be my caitiff life.\"\n\n655\n\n\"An thou wilt truly leave me\" / --answered him the king--\n'My lady yet a maiden, / I joy o'er this same thing.\nSo do thou as thou willest; / and takest thou her life,\nE'en that I'll let pass o'er me, / --to lose so terrible a wife.\"\n\n656\n\n\"Thereto,\" spake then Siegfried, / \"plight I word of mine,\nTo leave her yet a maiden. / A sister fair of thine\nIs to me before all women / I ever yet have seen.\"\nGunther believed right gladly / what had by Siegfried plighted been.\n\n657\n\nMeanwhile the merry pastime / with joy and zest went on.\nBut all the din and bustle / bade they soon be done,\nWhen band of fairest ladies / would pass unto the hall\n'Fore whom did royal chamberlains / bid backward stand the people all.\n\n658\n\nThe chargers soon and riders / from castle court were sped.\nEach of the noble ladies / by bishop high was led,\nWhen that before the monarchs / they passed to banquet board,\nAnd in their train did follow / to table many a stately lord.\n\n659\n\nThere sat the king all hopeful / and full of merriment;\nWhat him did promise Siegfried, / thereon his mind was bent.\nTo him as long as thirty / did seem that single day;\nTo plaisance with his lady, / thither turned his thought alway.\n\n660\n\nAnd scarce the time he bided / while that the feast did last.\nNow unto her chamber / the stately Brunhild passed,\nAnd for her couch did Kriemhild / likewise the table leave.\nBefore those royal ladies / what host ye saw of warriors brave!\n\n661\n\nFull soon thereafter Siegfried / sat right lovingly\nWith his fair wife beside him, / and naught but joy had he.\nHis hand she clasped full fondly / within her hand so white,\nUntil--and how she knew not-- / he did vanish from her sight.\n\n662\n\nWhen she the knight did fondle, / and straightway saw him not,\nUnto her maids attendant / spake the queen distraught:\n\"Meseemeth a mickle wonder / where now the king hath gone.\nHis hands in such weird fashion / who now from out mine own hath drawn?\"\n\n663\n\nYet further not she questioned. / Soon had he hither gone\nWhere with lights were standing / attendants many a one.\nThe same he did extinguish / in every page's hand;\nThat Siegfried then was present / Gunther thereby did understand.\n\n664\n\nWell wist he what he would there; / so bade he thence be gone\nLadies and maids-in-waiting. / And when that was done,\nHimself the mighty monarch / fast did lock the door:\nTwo bolts all wrought securely / he quickly shoved the same before.\n\n665\n\nThe lights behind the curtains / hid he presently.\nSoon a play was started / (for thus it had to be),\nBetwixt the doughty Siegfried / and the stately maid:\nThereat was royal Gunther / joyous alike and sad.\n\n666\n\nSiegfried there laid him / by the maid full near.\nSpake she: \"Let be, now, Gunther, / an hast thou cause to fear\nThose troubles now repeated / which befell thee yesternight.\"\nAnd soon the valiant Siegfried / through the lady fell in sorry plight.\n\n667\n\nHis voice did he keep under / and ne'er a word spake he.\nIntently listened Gunther, / and though he naught could see,\nYet knew he that in secret / nothing 'twixt them passed.\nIn sooth nor knight nor lady / upon the bed had mickle rest.\n\n668\n\nHe did there as if Gunther / the mighty king he were,\nAnd in his arms he pressed her, / the maiden debonair.\nForth from the bed she hurled him / where a bench there stood,\nAnd head of valiant warrior / against a stool went ringing loud.\n\n669\n\nUp sprang again undaunted / the full doughty man,\nTo try for fortune better. / When he anew began\nPerforce to curb her fury, / fell he in trouble sore.\nI ween that ne'er a lady / did so defend herself before.\n\n670\n\nWhen he would not give over, / up the maid arose:\n\"My gown so white thou never / thus shalt discompose.\nAnd this thy villain's manner / shall sore by thee be paid,\nThe same I'll teach thee truly,\" / further spake the buxom maid.\n\n671\n\nWithin her arms she clasped him, / the full stately thane,\nAnd thought likewise to bind him, / as the king yestreen,\nThat she the night in quiet / upon her couch might lie.\nThat her dress he thus did rumple, / avenged the lady grievously.\n\n672\n\nWhat booted now his prowess / and eke his mickle might?\nHer sovereignty of body / she proved upon the knight;\nBy force of arm she bore him, / --'twixt wall and mighty chest\n(For so it e'en must happen) / him she all ungently pressed.\n\n673\n\n\"Ah me!\"--so thought the hero-- / \"shall I now my life\nLose at hand of woman, / then will every wife\nEvermore hereafter / a shrewish temper show\nAgainst her lord's good wishes, / who now such thing ne'er thinks to do.\"\n\n674\n\nAll heard the monarch meanwhile / and trembled for the man.\nSore ashamed was Siegfried, / and a-raging he began.\nWith might and main he struggled / again to make him free,\nEre which to sorest trouble / 'neath Lady Brunhild's hand fell he.\n\n675\n\nLong space to him it seemed / ere Siegfried tamed her mood.\nShe grasped his hand so tightly / that 'neath the nails the blood\nOozed from the pressure, / which made the hero wince.\nYet the stately maiden / subdued he to obedience since.\n\n676\n\nHer unrestrained temper / that she so late displayed,\nAll overheard the monarch, / though ne'er a word he said.\n'Gainst the bed did press her Siegfried / that aloud she cried,\nUngentle was the treatment / that he meted to the bride.\n\n677\n\nThen grasped she for a girdle / that round her sides she wore,\nAnd thought therewith to bind him; / but her limbs and body o'er\nStrained beneath the vigor / that his strong arm displayed.\nSo was the struggle ended / --Gunther's wife was vanquished.\n\n678\n\nShe spake: \"O noble monarch, / take not my life away.\nThe harm that I have done thee / full well will I repay.\nNo more thy royal embraces / by me shall be withstood,\nFor now I well have seen it, / thou canst be lord o'er woman's mood.\"\n\n679\n\nFrom the couch rose Siegfried, / lying he left the maid,\nAs if that he would from him / lay his clothes aside.\nHe drew from off her finger / a ring of golden sheen\nWithout that e'er perceived / his practice the full noble queen.\n\n680\n\nThereto he took her girdle / that was all richly wrought:\nIf from wanton spirit / he did it, know I not.\nThe same he gave to Kriemhild: / the which did sorrow bear.\nThen lay by one another / Gunther and the maiden fair.\n\n681\n\nHearty were his embraces / as such king became:\nPerforce must she relinquish / her anger and her shame.\nIn sooth not little pallid / within his arms she grew,\nAnd in that love-surrender / how waned her mighty prowess too!\n\n682\n\nThen was e'en she not stronger / than e'er another bride;\nHe lay with fond embraces / the beauteous dame beside.\nAnd had she struggled further, / avail how could it aught?\nGunther, when thus he clasped her, / such change upon her strength had\n      wrought.\n\n683\n\nAnd with right inward pleasure / she too beside him lay\nIn warmest love embracings / until the dawn of day!\nMeantime now had Siegfried / departure ta'en from there,\nAnd was full well received / by a lady debonair.\n\n684\n\nHer questioning he avoided / and all whereon she thought,\nAnd long time kept he secret / what he for her had brought,\nUntil in his own country / she wore a royal crown;\nYet what for her he destined, / how sure at last it was her own.\n\n685\n\nUpon the morn was Gunther / by far of better mood\nThan he had been before it; / joy thus did spread abroad\n'Mid host of knights full noble / that from his lands around\nTo his court had been invited, / and there most willing service found.\n\n686\n\nThe merry time there lasted / until two weeks were spent,\nNor all the while did flag there / the din of merriment\nAnd every kind of joyance / that knight could e'er devise;\nWith lavish hand expended / the king thereto in fitting wise.\n\n687\n\nThe noble monarch's kinsmen / upon his high command\nBy gifts of gold and raiment / told forth his generous hand,\nBy steed and thereto silver / on minstrel oft bestowed.\nWho there did gift desire / departed thence in merry mood.\n\n688\n\nAll the store of raiment / afar from Netherland,\nThe which had Siegfried's thousand / warriors brought to hand\nUnto the Rhine there with them, / complete 'twas dealt away,\nAnd eke the steeds well saddled: / in sooth a lordly life led they.\n\n689\n\nEre all the gifts so bounteous / were dealt the guests among,\nThey who would straightway homeward / did deem the waiting long.\nNe'er had guests of monarch / such goodly gifts before;\nAnd so as Gunther willed it / the merry feast at last was o'er.\n\n\n\n\nELEVENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Siegfried came home with his Wife\n\n690\n\nWhen that now the strangers / all from thence were gone,\nSpake unto his followers / noble Siegmund's son:\n\"We shall eke make ready / home to my land to fare.\"\nUnto his spouse was welcome / such news when she the same did hear.\n\n691\n\nShe spake unto her husband: / \"When shall we hence depart?\nNot hastily on the journey / I pray thee yet to start.\nWith me first my brothers / their wide lands shall share.\"\nSiegfried yet it pleased not / such words from Kriemhild to hear.\n\n692\n\nThe princes went unto him / and spake they there all three:\n\"Now know thou well, Sir Siegfried, / for thee shall ever be\nIn faithfulness our service / ready while yet we live.\"\nThe royal thanes then thanked he / who thus did proof of friendship give.\n\n693\n\n\"With thee further share we,\" / spake young Giselher,\n\"The lands and eke the castles / by us that owned are.\nIn wide lands whatsoever / we rule o'er warriors brave,\nOf the same with Kriemhild / a goodly portion shalt thou have.\n\n694\n\nThen spake unto the princes / the son of Siegmund\nWhen he their lofty purpose / did rightly understand:\n\"God grant your goodly heritage / at peace may ever be,\nAnd eke therein your people. / The spouse in sooth so dear to me.\"\n\n695\n\n\"May well forego the portion / that ye to her would give.\nFor she a crown shall carry, / if to such day I live,\nAnd queen more rich than any / that lives she then must be.\nWhat else to her ye offer, / therein I'll meet you faithfully.\"\n\n696\n\nThen spake the Lady Kriemhild: / \"If wealth thou wilt not choose,\nYet gallant thanes of Burgundy / shalt thou not light refuse.\nThey're such as monarch gladly / would lead to his own land.\nOf these shall make division / with me my loving brothers' hand.\"\n\n697\n\nThereto spake noble Gernot: / \"Now take to please thy mind.\nWho gladly will go with thee / full many here thou'lt find.\nOf thirty hundred warriors / we give thee thousand men\nTo be thy royal escort.\" / Kriemhild did summon then\n\n698\n\nHagen of Tronje to her / and Ortwein instantly:\nAnd would they and their kinsmen / make her good company?\nTo hear the same did Hagen / begin to rage full sore.\nQuoth he: \"E'en royal Gunther / may thus bestow us nevermore.\n\n699\n\n\"Other men that serve thee, / let them follow thee;\nThou know'st the men of Tronje / and what their pledges be:\nHere must we by the monarchs / in service true abide;\nHereto as them we followed, / so shall we henceforth keep their side.\"\n\n700\n\nAnd so the thing was ended: / to part they ready make.\nA high and noble escort / did Kriemhild to her take,\nMaidens two and thirty / and five hundred men also.\nIn Lady Kriemhild's company / the Margrave Eckewart did go.\n\n701\n\nLeave took they all together, / squire and also knight,\nMaidens and fair ladies, / as was their wont aright.\nThere parted they with kisses / and eke with clasp of hand:\nRight merrily they journeyed / forth from royal Gunther's land.\n\n702\n\nTheir friends did give them escort / upon the way full far.\nNight-quarters at every station / they bade for them prepare,\nWhere they might wish to tarry / as on their way they went.\nThen straightway was a messenger / unto royal Siegmund sent,\n\n703\n\nTo him and Siegelind bearing / thereof the joyful sign\nThat his son was coming / from Worms upon the Rhine\nAnd with him Ute's daughter, / Kriemhild the fair lady.\nAs this could other message / nevermore so welcome be.\n\n704\n\n\"Well is me!\" quoth Siegmund, / \"that I the day have known,\nWhen the fair Lady Kriemhild / here shall wear a crown.\nThus higher shall my kingdom / stand in majesty.\nMy son the noble Siegfried / here himself the king shall be.\"\n\n705\n\nThen dealt the Lady Siegelind / velvet red in store,\nSilver and gold full heavy / to them the news that bore:\nShe joyed to hear the story / that there her ear did greet.\nThen decked themselves her ladies / all in rich attire meet.\n\n706\n\n'Twas told, with Siegfried coming / whom they did expect.\nThen bade they sitting-places / straightway to erect,\nWhere he before his kinsmen / a crown in state should wear.\nThen men of royal Siegmund / forward rode to meet him there.\n\n707\n\nWas e'er more royal greeting, / news have I not to hand,\nAs came the knights full noble / into Siegmund's land.\nThere the royal Siegelind / to Kriemhild forth did ride\nWith ladies fair a many, / and followed gallant knights beside\n\n708\n\nOut a full day's journey / to welcome each high guest.\nAnd little with the strangers / did they ever rest\nUntil into a castle / wide they came once more,\nThe same was called Xanten, / where anon a crown they wore.\n\n709\n\nWith smiling lips Dame Siegelind / --and Siegmund eke did this--\nTo show the love they bore her / full oft did Kriemhild kiss,\nAnd eke the royal Siegfried: / far was their sorrow gone.\nAnd all the merry company, / good welcome had they every one.\n\n710\n\nThe train of strangers bade they / 'fore Siegmund's Hall to lead,\nAnd maidens fair a many / down from gallant steed\nHelped they there dismounting. / Full many a man was there\nTo do them willing service / as was meet for ladies fair.\n\n711\n\nHow great soe'er the splendor / erstwhile beside the Rhine,\nHere none the less was given / raiment yet more fine,\nNor were they e'er attired / in all their days so well.\nFull many a wonder might I / of their rich apparel tell.\n\n712\n\nHow there in state resplendent / they sat and had full store,\nAnd how each high attendant / gold-broidered raiment wore,\nWith stones full rare and precious / set with skill therein!\nThe while with care did serve them / Siegelind the noble queen.\n\n713\n\nThen spake the royal Siegmund / before his people so:\n\"To every friend of Siegfried / give I now to know\nThat he before these warriors / my royal crown shall wear.\"\nAnd did rejoice that message / the thanes of Netherland to hear.\n\n714\n\nHis crown to him he tendered / and rule o'er wide domain\nWhereof he all was master. / Where'er did reach his reign\nOr men were subject to him / bestowed his hand such care\nThat evil-doers trembled / before the spouse of Kriemhild fair.\n\n715\n\nIn such high honor truly / he lived, as ye shall hear,\nAnd judged as lofty monarch / unto the tenth year,\nWhat time his fairest lady / to him a son did bear.\nThereat the monarch's kinsmen / filled with mickle joyance were.\n\n716\n\nThey soon the same did christen / and gave to him a name,\nGunther, as hight his uncle, / nor cause was that for shame:\nGrew he but like his kinsmen / then happy might he be.\nAs well he did deserve it, / him fostered they right carefully.\n\n717\n\nIn the selfsame season / did Lady Siegelind die,\nWhen was full power wielded / by Ute's daughter high,\nAs meet so lofty lady / should homage wide receive.\nThat death her thus had taken / did many a worthy kinsman grieve.\n\n718\n\nNow by the Rhine yonder, / as we likewise hear,\nUnto mighty Gunther / eke a son did bear\nBrunhild his fair lady / in the land of Burgundy.\nIn honor to the hero / Siegfried named eke was he.\n\n719\n\nThe child they also fostered / with what tender care!\nGunther the noble monarch / anon did masters rare\nFind who should instruct him / a worthy man to grow.\nAlas! by sad misfortune / to friends was dealt how fell a blow!\n\n720\n\nAt all times the story / far abroad was told,\nHow that in right worthy / way the warriors bold\nLived there in Siegmund's country / as noble knights should do.\nLikewise did royal Gunther / eke amid his kinsmen true.\n\n721\n\nLand of the Nibelungen / Siegfried as well did own,\n--Amid his lofty kindred / a mightier ne'er was known--\nAnd Schilbung's knights did serve him, / with all that theirs had been.\nThat great was thus his power / did fill with joy the knight full keen.\n\n722\n\nHoard of all the greatest / that hero ever won,\nSave who erstwhile did wield it, / now the knight did own,\nThe which before a mountain / he seized against despite,\nAnd for whose sake he further / slew full many a gallant knight.\n\n723\n\nNaught more his heart could wish for; / yet had his might been less,\nRightly must all people / of the high knight confess,\nOne was he of the worthiest / that e'er bestrode a steed.\nFeared was his mickle prowess, / and, sooth to say, thereof was need.\n\n\n\n\nTWELFTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Gunther bade Siegfried to the Feast\n\n724\n\nNow all time bethought her / royal Gunther's wife:\n\"How now doth Lady Kriemhild / lead so haughty life?\nIn sooth her husband Siegfried / doth homage to us owe,\nBut now full long unto us / little service he doth show.\"\n\n725\n\nThat in her heart in secret / eke she pondered o'er.\nThat they were strangers to her / did grieve her heart full sore,\nAnd so seldom sign of service / came from Siegfried's land.\nHow it thus was fallen, / that she fain would understand.\n\n726\n\nShe probed then the monarch, / if the thing might be,\nThat she the Lady Kriemhild / once again might see.\nShe spake it all in secret / whereon her heart did dwell;\nThe thing she then did speak of / pleased the monarch passing well.\n\n727\n\n\"How might we bring them hither\" / --spake the mighty king--\n\"Unto this my country? / 'Twere ne'er to do, such thing.\nThey dwell too distant from us, / the quest I fear to make.\"\nThereto gave answer Brunhild, / and in full crafty wise she spake:\n\n728\n\n\"How high soe'er and mighty / king's man were ever one,\nWhate'er should bid his master, / may he not leave undone.\"\nThereat did smile King Gunther, / as such words spake she:\nNe'er bade he aught of service, / oft as Siegfried he did see.\n\n729\n\nShe spake: \"Full loving master, / as thou hold'st me dear,\nHelp me now that Siegfried / and thy sister fair\nCome to this our country, / that them we here may see;\nIn sooth no thing could ever / unto me more welcome be.\n\n730\n\n\"Thy sister's lofty bearing / and all her courtesy,\nWhene'er I think upon it, / full well it pleaseth me,\nHow we did sit together / when erst I was thy spouse!\nWell in sooth with honor / might she the valiant Siegfried choose.\"\n\n731\n\nShe pleaded with the monarch / so long till answered he:\n\"Know now that guests none other / so welcome were to me.\nTo gain thy wish 'tis easy: / straight messengers of mine\nTo both shall message carry, / that hither come they to the Rhine.\"\n\n732\n\nThereto the queen gave answer: / \"Now further shalt thou say,\nWhen thou them wilt summon, / or when shall be the day\nThat our dear friends come hither / unto our country.\nWho'll bear thy message thither, / shalt thou eke make known to me.\"\n\n733\n\n\"That will I,\" spake the monarch. / \"Thirty of my men\nShall thither ride unto them.\" / The same he summoned then,\nAnd bade them with the message / to Siegfried's land to fare.\nThey joyed as gave them Brunhild / stately raiment rich to wear.\n\n734\n\nThen further spake the monarch: / \"Ye knights from me shall bring\nThis message, nor withhold ye / of it anything,\nUnto the doughty Siegfried / and eke my sister fair:\nIn the world could never any / to them a better purpose bear.\n\n735\n\n\"And pray them both that hither / they come unto the Rhine.\nWith me will e'er my lady / such grace to pay combine,\nEre turn of sun in summer / he and his men shall know\nThat liveth here full many / to them would willing honor show.\n\n736\n\n\"Unto royal Siegmund / bear greeting fair from me,\nThat I and my friends ever / to him well-minded be.\nAnd tell ye eke my sister / she shall no wise omit\nHither to friends to journey: / ne'er feast could better her befit.\"\n\n737\n\nBrunhild and Ute / and ladies all at hand,\nThey sent a fairest greeting / unto Siegfried's land\nTo winsome ladies many / and many a warrior brave.\nWith godspeed from the monarch / and friends the messengers took leave.\n\n738\n\nThey fared with full equipment: / their steeds did ready stand\nAnd rich were they attired: / so rode they from that land\nThey hastened on the journey / whither they would fare;\nEscort safe the monarch / had bidden eke for them prepare.\n\n739\n\nTheir journey had they ended / e'er three weeks were spent.\nAt the Nibelungen castle, / whither they were sent,\nIn the mark of Norway / found they the knight they sought,\nAnd weary were the horses / the messengers so far had brought.\n\n740\n\nThen was told to Siegfried / and to Kriemhild fair\nHow knights were there arrived / who did raiment wear\nLike as in land of Burgundy / of wont the warriors dressed.\nThereat did hasten Kriemhild / from couch where she did lying rest.\n\n741\n\nThen bade eke to a window / one of her maids to go.\nShe saw the valiant Gere / stand in the court below,\nAnd with him his companions, / who did thither fare.\nTo hear such joyous tidings, / how soon her heart forgot its care.\n\n742\n\nShe spake unto the monarch: / \"Look now thitherward\nWhere with the doughty Gere / stand in the castle yard\nWhom to us brother Gunther / adown the Rhine doth send!\"\nThereto spake doughty Siegfried: / \"With greeting fair we'll them\n      attend.\"\n\n743\n\nThen hastened their retainers / all the guests to meet,\nAnd each of them in special / manner then did greet\nThe messengers full kindly / and warmest welcome bade.\nSiegmund did likewise / o'er their coming wax full glad.\n\n744\n\nIn fitting way was harbored / Gere and his men,\nAnd steeds in charge were taken. / The messengers went then\nWhere beside Sir Siegfried / the Lady Kriemhild sat.\nTo court the guests were bidden, / where them did greeting fair await.\n\n745\n\nThe host with his fair lady, / straightway up stood he,\nAnd greeted fairly Gere / of the land of Burgundy\nAnd with him his companions / King Gunther's men also.\nGere, knight full mighty, / bade they to a settle go.\n\n746\n\n\"Allow that first the message / we give ere sit we down;\nThe while we'll stand, though weary / upon our journey grown.\nTidings bring we to you / what greetings high have sent\nGunther and Brunhild / who live in royal fair content.\n\n747\n\n\"Eke what from Lady Ute / thy mother now we've brought.\nThe youthful Giselher / and also Sir Gernot\nAnd best among thy kinsmen / have sent us here to thee:\nA fairest greeting send they / from the land of Burgundy.\"\n\n748\n\n\"God give them meed,\" spake Siegfried; / \"Good will and faith withal\nI trow full well they harbor, / as with friends we shall;\nLikewise doth eke their sister. / Now further shall ye tell\nIf that our friends beloved / at home in high estate do dwell.\n\n749\n\n\"Since that we from them parted / hath any dared to do\nScathe to my lady's kinsmen? / That shall ye let me know.\nI'll help them ever truly / all their need to bear\nTill that their enemies / have good cause my help to fear.\"\n\n750\n\nThen spake the Margrave / Gere, a knight full good:\n\"In all that maketh knighthood / right proud they stand of mood.\nUnto the Rhine they bid you / to high festivity:\nThey'd see you there full gladly, / thereof may ye not doubtful be.\n\n751\n\n\"And bid they eke my Lady / Kriemhild that she too,\nWhen ended is the winter, / thither come with you.\nEre turn of sun in summer / trust they you to see.\"\nThen spake the doughty Siegfried: / \"That same thing might hardly be.\"\n\n752\n\nThereto did answer Gere / of the land of Burgundy:\n\"Your high mother Ute / hath message sent by me,\nLikewise Gernot and Giselher, / that they plead not in vain.\nThat you they see so seldom / daily hear I them complain.\n\n753\n\n\"Brunhild my mistress / and all her company\nOf fair maids rejoice them; / if the thing might be\nThat they again should see you, / of merry mood they were.\"\nThen joy to hear the tidings / filled the Lady Kriemhild fair.\n\n754\n\nGere to her was kinsman. / The host did bid him rest,\nNor long were they in pouring / wine for every guest.\nThither came eke Siegmund / where the strangers he did see,\nAnd in right friendly manner / spake to the men of Burgundy:\n\n755\n\n\"Welcome be, ye warriors, / ye Gunther's men, each one.\nSince that fair Kriemhild / Siegfried my son\nFor spouse did take unto him, / we should you ofter see\nHere in this our country, / an ye good friends to us would be.\"\n\n756\n\nThey spake, whene'er he wished it, / full glad to come were they.\nAll their mickle weariness / with joy was ta'en away.\nThe messengers were seated / and food to them they bore,\nWhereof did Siegfried offer / unto his guests a goodly store.\n\n757\n\nUntil nine days were over / must they there abide,\nWhen did at last the valiant / knights begin to chide\nThat they did not ride thither / again unto their land.\nThen did the royal Siegfried / summon his good knights to hand.\n\n758\n\nHe asked what they did counsel: / should they unto the Rhine?\n\"Me unto him hath bidden / Gunther, friend of mine,\nHe and his good kinsmen, / to high festivity.\nThither went I full gladly, / but that his land so far doth lie.\n\n759\n\n\"Kriemhild bid they likewise / that she with me shall fare.\nGood friends, now give ye counsel / how we therefor prepare.\nAnd were it armies thirty / to lead in distant land,\nYet must serve them gladly / evermore Siegfried's hand.\"\n\n760\n\nThen answer gave his warriors. / \"An't pleaseth thee to go\nThither to the festival, / we'll counsel what thou do.\nThou shalt with thousand warriors / unto Rhine river ride.\nSo may'st thou well with honor / in the land of Burgundy abide.\"\n\n761\n\nThen spake of Netherland / Siegmund the king:\n\"Will ye to the festival, / why hide from me the thing!\nI'll journey with you thither, / if it not displeasing be,\nAnd lead good thanes a hundred / wherewith to swell your company.\"\n\n762\n\n\"And wilt thou with us journey, / father full dear to me,\"\nSpake the valiant Siegfried, / \"full glad thereat I'll be.\nBefore twelve days are over / from these my lands I fare.\"\nTo all who'd join the journey / steeds gave they and apparel rare.\n\n763\n\nWhen now the lofty monarch / was minded thus to ride\nBade he the noble messengers / longer not to bide,\nAnd to his lady's kinsmen / to the Rhine a message sent,\nHow that he would full gladly / join to make them merriment.\n\n764\n\nSiegfried and Kriemhild, / this same tale we hear,\nTo the messengers gave so richly / that the burden could not bear\nTheir horses with them homeward, / such wealth in sooth he had.\nThe horses heavy-laden / drove they thence with hearts full glad.\n\n765\n\nSiegfried and Siegmund / their people richly clad.\nEckewart the Margrave, / straightway he bade\nFor ladies choose rich clothing, / the best that might be found,\nOr e'er could be procured / in all Siegfried's lands around.\n\n766\n\nThe shields and the saddles / gan they eke prepare,\nTo knights and fair ladies / who with them should fare\nLacked nothing that they wished for, / but of all they were possessed.\nThen to his friends led Siegfried / many a high and stately guest.\n\n767\n\nThe messengers swift hasted / homeward on their way,\nAnd soon again came Gere / to the land of Burgundy.\nFull well was he received, / and there dismounted all\nHis train from off their horses / before the royal Gunther's Hall.\n\n768\n\nOld knights and youthful squires / crowded, as is their way,\nTo ask of them the tidings. / Thus did the brave knight say:\n\"When to the king I tell them / then shall ye likewise hear.\"\nHe went with his companions / and soon 'fore Gunther did appear.\n\n769\n\nFull of joy the monarch / did from the settle spring;\nAnd did thank them also / for their hastening\nBrunhild the fair lady. / Spake Gunther eagerly:\n\"How now liveth Siegfried, / whose arm hath oft befriended me?\"\n\n770\n\nThen spake the valiant Gere: / \"Joy o'er the visage went\nOf him and eke thy sister. / To friends was never sent\nA more faithful greeting / by good knight ever one,\nThan now the mighty Siegfried / and his royal sire have done.\"\n\n771\n\nThen spake unto the Margrave / the noble monarch's wife:\n\"Now tell me, cometh Kriemhild? / And marketh yet her life\nAught of the noble bearing / did her erstwhile adorn?\"\n\"She cometh to thee surely,\" / Gere answer did return.\n\n772\n\nUte straightway the messengers / to her did command.\nThen might ye by her asking / full well understand\nTo her was joyous tidings / how Kriemhild did betide.\nHe told her how he found her, / and that she soon would hither ride.\n\n773\n\nEke of all the presents / did they naught withhold,\nThat had given them Siegfried: / apparel rich and gold\nDisplayed they to the people / of the monarchs three.\nTo him were they full grateful / who thus had dealt so bounteously.\n\n774\n\n\"Well may he,\" quoth Hagen, / \"of his treasure give,\nNor could he deal it fully, / should he forever live:\nHoard of the Nibelungen / beneath his hand doth lie.\nHeigh-ho, if came it ever / into the land of Burgundy!\"\n\n775\n\nAll the king's retainers / glad they were thereat,\nThat the guests were coming. / Early then and late\nFull little were they idle, / the men of monarchs three.\nSeats builded they full many / toward the high festivity.\n\n776\n\nThe valiant knight Hunold / and Sindold doughty thane\nLittle had of leisure. / Meantime must the twain,\nStands erect full many, / as their high office bade.\nTherein did help them Ortwein, / and Gunther's thanks therefor they had.\n\n777\n\nRumold the High Steward / busily he wrought\nAmong them that did serve him. / Full many a mighty pot,\nAnd spacious pans and kettles, / how many might ye see!\nFor those to them were coming / prepared they victuals plenteously.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTEENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow they fared to the Feast\n\n778\n\nLeave we now the ardor / wherewith they did prepare,\nAnd tell how Lady Kriemhild / and eke her maidens fair\nFrom land of Nibelungen / did journey to the Rhine.\nNe'er did horses carry / such store of raiment rich and fine.\n\n779\n\nCarrying-chests full many / for the way they made ready.\nThen rode the thane Siegfried / with his friends in company\nAnd eke the queen thither / where joy they looked to find.\nWhere now was high rejoicing / they soon in sorest grief repined.\n\n780\n\nAt home behind them left they / Lady Kriemhild's son\nThat she did bear to Siegfried / --'twas meet that that be done.\nFrom this their festive journey / rose mickle sorrow sore:\nHis father and his mother / their child beheld they never more.\n\n781\n\nThen eke with them thither / Siegmund the king did ride.\nHad he e'er had knowledge / what should there betide\nAnon from that high journey, / such had he never seen:\nNe'er wrought upon dear kindred / might so grievous wrong have been.\n\n782\n\nMessengers sent they forward / that the tidings told should be.\nThen forth did ride to meet them / with gladsome company\nUte's friends full many / and many a Gunther's man.\nWith zeal to make him ready / unto his guests the king began.\n\n783\n\nWhere he found Brunhild sitting, / thither straight went he.\n\"How received thee my sister, / as thou cam'st to this country?\nLike preparations shalt thou / for Siegfried's wife now make.\"\n\"Fain do I that; good reason / have I to love her well,\" she spake.\n\n784\n\nThen quoth the mighty monarch: / \"The morn shall see them here.\nWilt thou go forth to meet them, / apace do thou prepare,\nThat not within the castle / their coming we await.\nGuests more welcome never / greeted I of high estate.\"\n\n785\n\nHer maidens and her ladies / straight did she command\nTo choose them rich apparel, / the best within the land,\nIn which the stately company / before the guests should go.\nThe same they did right gladly, / that may ye full surely know.\n\n786\n\nThen eke to offer service / the men of Gunther hied,\nAnd all his doughty warriors / saw ye by the monarch's side.\nThen rode the queen full stately / the strangers forth to meet,\nAnd hearty was the welcome / as she her loving guests did greet.\n\n787\n\nWith what glad rejoicings / the guests they did receive!\nThey deemed that Lady Kriemhild / did unto Brunhild give\nNe'er so warm a welcome / to the land of Burgundy.\nBold knights that yet were strangers / rejoiced each other there to see.\n\n788\n\nNow come was also Siegfried / with his valiant men.\nThe warriors saw ye riding / thither and back again,\nWhere'er the plain extended, / with huge company.\nFrom the dust and crowding / could none in all the rout be free.\n\n789\n\nWhen the monarch of the country / Siegfried did see\nAnd with him also Siegmund, / spake he full lovingly:\n\"Be ye to me full welcome / and to all these friends of mine.\nOur hearts right glad they shall be / o'er this your journey to the\n      Rhine.\"\n\n790\n\n\"God give thee meed,\" spake Siegmund, / a knight in honor grown.\n\"Since that my son Siegfried / thee for a friend hath known,\nMy heart hath e'er advised me / that thee I soon should see.\"\nThereto spake royal Gunther: / \"Joy hast thou brought full great to me.\"\n\n791\n\nSiegfried was there received, / as fitted his high state,\nWith full lofty honors, / nor one did bear him hate.\nThere joined in way right courteous / Gernot and Giselher:\nI ween so warm a welcome / did they make for strangers ne'er.\n\n792\n\nThe spouse of each high monarch / greeted the other there.\nEmptied was many a saddle, / and many a lady fair\nBy hero's hand was lifted / adown upon the sward.\nBy waiting on fair lady / how many a knight sought high reward!\n\n793\n\nSo went unto each other / the ladies richly dight;\nThereat in high rejoicing / was seen full many a knight,\nThat by both the greeting / in such fair way was done.\nBy fair maidens standing / saw ye warriors many a one.\n\n794\n\nEach took the hand of other / in all their company;\nIn courteous manner bending / full many might ye see\nAnd loving kisses given / by ladies debonair.\nRejoiced the men of Gunther / and Siegfried to behold them there.\n\n795\n\nThey bided there no longer / but rode into the town.\nThe host bade to the strangers / in fitting way be shown,\nThat they were seen full gladly / in the land of Burgundy.\nHigh knights full many tilting / before fair ladies might ye see.\n\n796\n\nThen did of Tronje Hagen / and eke Ortwein\nIn high feats of valor / all other knights outshine.\nWhate'er the twain commanded / dared none to leave undone;\nBy them was many a service / to their high guests in honor shown.\n\n797\n\nShields heard ye many clashing / before the castle gate\nWith din of lances breaking. / Long in saddle sate\nThe host and guests there with him, / ere that within they went.\nWith full merry pastime / joyfully the hours they spent.\n\n798\n\nUnto the Hall so spacious / rode the merry company.\nMany a silken cover / wrought full cunningly\nSaw ye beyond the saddles / of the ladies debonair\nOn all sides down hanging. / King Gunther's men did meet them there.\n\n799\n\nLed by the same the strangers / to their apartments passed.\nMeanwhile oft her glances / Brunhild was seen to cast\nUpon the Lady Kriemhild, / for she was passing fair.\nIn lustre vied her color / with the gold that she did wear.\n\n800\n\nWithin the town a clamor / at Worms on every hand\nArose amid their followers. / King Gunther gave command\nTo Dankwart his Marshal / to tend them all with care.\nThen bade he fitting quarters / for the retinue prepare.\n\n801\n\nWithout and in the castle / the board for all was set:\nIn sooth were never strangers / better tended yet.\nWhatever any wished for / did they straightway provide:\nSo mighty was the monarch / that naught to any was denied.\n\n802\n\nTo them was kind attention / and all good friendship shown.\nThe host then at the table / with his guests sat him down.\nSiegfried they bade be seated / where he did sit before.\nThen went with him to table / full many a stately warrior more.\n\n803\n\nGallant knights twelve hundred / in the circle there, I ween,\nWith him sat at table. / Brunhild the lofty queen\nDid deem that never vassal / could more mighty be.\nSo well she yet was minded, / she saw it not unwillingly.\n\n804\n\nThere upon an evening, / as the king with guests did dine,\nFull many a rich attire / was wet with ruddy wine,\nAs passed among the tables / the butlers to and fro.\nAnd great was their endeavor / full honor to the guests to show.\n\n805\n\nAs long hath been the custom / at high festivity\nFit lodging there was given / to maid and high lady.\nFrom whence soe'er they came there / they had the host's good care;\nUnto each guest was meted / of fitting honors fullest share.\n\n806\n\nWhen now the night was ended / and came forth the dawn,\nFrom chests they carried with them, / full many a precious stone\nSparkled on costly raiment / by hand of lady sought.\nStately robes full many / forth to deck them then they brought.\n\n807\n\nEre dawn was full appeared, / before the Hall again\nCame knights and squires many, / whereat arose the din\nE'en before the matins / that for the king were sung.\nWell pleased was the monarch / at joust to see the warriors young.\n\n808\n\nFull lustily and loudly / many a horn did blare,\nOf flutes and eke of trumpets / such din did rend the air\nThat loud came back the echo / from Worms the city wide.\nThe warriors high-hearted / to saddle sprung on every side.\n\n809\n\nArose there in that country / high a jousting keen\nOf many a doughty warrior / whereof were many seen,\nWhom there their hearts more youthful / did make of merry mood;\nOf these 'neath shield there saw ye / many a stately knight and good.\n\n810\n\nThere sat within the casements / many a high lady\nAnd maidens many with them, / the which were fair to see.\nDown looked they where did tourney / many a valiant man.\nThe host with his good kinsmen / himself a-riding soon began.\n\n811\n\nThus they found them pastime, / and fled the time full well;\nThen heard they from the minster / the sound of many a bell.\nForth upon their horses / the ladies thence did ride;\nMany a knight full valiant / the lofty queens accompanied.\n\n812\n\nThey then before the minster / alighted on the grass.\nUnto her guests Queen Brunhild / yet well-minded was.\nInto the spacious minster / they passed, and each wore crown.\nTheir friendship yet was broken / by direst jealousy anon.\n\n813\n\nWhen the mass was ended / went they thence again\nIn full stately manner. / Thereafter were they seen\nJoyous at board together. / The pleasure full did last,\nUntil days eleven / amid the merry-making passed.\n\n\n\n\nFOURTEENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow the Queens Berated Each Other\n\n814\n\nBefore the time of vespers / arose a mickle stir\nOn part of warriors many / upon the courtyard there.\nIn knightly fashion made they / the time go pleasantly;\nThither knights and ladies / went their merry play to see.\n\n815\n\nThere did sit together / the queens, a stately pair,\nAnd of two knights bethought them, / that noble warriors were.\nThen spake the fair Kriemhild: / \"Such spouse in sooth have I,\nThat all these mighty kingdoms / might well beneath his sceptre lie.\"\n\n816\n\nThen spake the Lady Brunhild: / \"How might such thing be?\nIf that there lived none other / but himself and thee,\nSo might perchance his power / rule these kingdoms o'er;\nThe while that liveth Gunther, / may such thing be nevermore.\"\n\n817\n\nThen again spake Kriemhild: / \"Behold how he doth stand\nIn right stately fashion / before the knightly band,\nLike as the bright moon beameth / before the stars of heaven.\nIn sooth to think upon it / a joyous mood to me is given.\"\n\n818\n\nThen spake the Lady Brunhild: / \"How stately thy spouse be,\nHowe'er so fair and worthy, / yet must thou grant to me\nGunther, thy noble brother, / doth far beyond him go:\nIn sooth before all monarchs / he standeth, shalt thou truly know.\"\n\n819\n\nThen again spake Kriemhild: / \"So worthy is my spouse,\nThat I not have praised him / here without a cause.\nIn ways to tell full many / high honor doth he bear:\nBelieve well may'st thou, Brunhild, / he is the royal Gunther's peer.\"\n\n820\n\n\"Now guard thee, Lady Kriemhild, / my word amiss to take,\nFor not without good reason here / such thing I spake.\nBoth heard I say together, / when them I first did see,\nWhen that erstwhile the monarch / did work his royal will o'er me,\n\n821\n\nAnd when in knightly fashion / my love for him he won,\nThen himself said Siegfried / he were the monarch's man.\nFor liegeman thus I hold him, / since he the same did say.\"\nThen spake fair Lady Kriemhild: / \"With me 'twere dealt in sorry way.\n\n822\n\n\"And these my noble brothers, / how could they such thing see,\nThat I of their own liegeman / e'er the wife should be?\nThus will I beg thee, Brunhild, / as friend to friend doth owe,\nThat thou, as well befits thee, / shalt further here such words forego.\"\n\n823\n\n\"No whit will I give over,\" / spake the monarch's spouse.\n\"Wherefore should I so many / a knight full valiant lose,\nWho to us in service / is bounden with thy man?\"\nKriemhild the fair lady / thereat sore to rage began.\n\n824\n\n\"In sooth must thou forego it / that he should e'er to thee\nAught of service offer. / More worthy e'en is he\nThan is my brother Gunther, / who is a royal lord.\nSo shalt thou please to spare me / what I now from thee have heard.\n\n825\n\n\"And to me is ever wonder, / since he thy liegeman is,\nAnd thou dost wield such power / over us twain as this,\nThat he so long his tribute / to thee hath failed to pay.\n'Twere well thy haughty humor / thou should'st no longer here display.\"\n\n826\n\n\"Too lofty now thou soarest,\" / the queen did make reply.\n\"Now will I see full gladly / if in such honor high\nThis folk doth hold thy person / as mine own it doth.\"\nOf mood full sorely wrathful / were the royal ladies both.\n\n827\n\nThen spake the Lady Kriemhild: / \"That straightway shall be seen.\nSince that thou my husband / dost thy liegeman ween,\nTo-day shall all the followers / of both the monarchs know,\nIf I 'fore wife of monarch / dare unto the minster go.\n\n828\n\n\"That I free-born and noble / shalt thou this day behold,\nAnd that my royal husband, / as now to thee I've told,\n'Fore thine doth stand in honor, / by me shall well be shown.\nEre night shalt thou behold it, / how wife of him thou call'st thine own\n\n829\n\nTo court shall lead good warriors / in the land of Burgundy.\nAnd ne'er a queen so lofty / as I myself shall be\nWas seen by e'er a mortal, / or yet a crown did wear.\"\nThen mickle was the anger / that rose betwixt the ladies there.\n\n830\n\nThen again spake Brunhild: / \"Wilt thou not service own,\nSo must thou with thy women / hold thyself alone\nApart from all my following, / as we to minster go.\"\nThereto gave answer Kriemhild: / \"In truth the same I fain will do.\"\n\n831\n\n\"Now dress ye fair, my maidens,\" / Kriemhild gave command.\n\"Nor shall shame befall me / here within this land.\nAn have ye fair apparel, / let now be seen by you.\nWhat she here hath boasted / may Brunhild have full cause to rue.\"\n\n832\n\nBut little need to urge them: / soon were they richly clad\nIn garments wrought full deftly, / lady and many a maid.\nThen went with her attendants / the spouse of the monarch high;\nAnd eke appeared fair Kriemhild, / her body decked full gorgeously,\n\n833\n\nWith three and forty maidens, / whom to the Rhine led she,\nAll clad in shining garments / wrought in Araby.\nSo came unto the minster / the maidens fair and tall.\nBefore the hall did tarry / for them the men of Siegfried all.\n\n834\n\nThe people there did wonder / how the thing might be,\nThat no more together / the queens they thus did see,\nAnd that beside each other / they went not as before.\nThereby came thanes a many / anon to harm and trouble sore.\n\n835\n\nHere before the minster / the wife of Gunther stood.\nAnd good knights full many / were there of merry mood\nWith the fair ladies / that their eyes did see.\nThen came the Lady Kriemhild / with a full stately company.\n\n836\n\nWhate'er of costly raiment / decked lofty maids before,\n'Twas like a windy nothing / 'gainst what her ladies wore.\nThe wives of thirty monarchs / --such riches were her own--\nMight ne'er display together / what there by Lady Kriemhild shown.\n\n837\n\nShould any wish to do so / he could not say, I ween,\nThat so rich apparel / e'er before was seen\nAs there by her maidens / debonair was worn:\nBut that it grieved Brunhild / had Kriemhild that to do forborne.\n\n838\n\nThere they met together / before the minster high.\nSoon the royal matron, / through mickle jealousy,\nKriemhild to pass no further, / did bid in rage full sore:\n\"She that doth owe her homage / shall ne'er go monarch's wife before.\"\n\n839\n\nThen spake the Lady Kriemhild / --angry was her mood:\n\"An could'st thou but be silent / that for thee were good.\nThyself hast brought dishonor / upon thy fair body:\nHow might, forsooth, a harlot / ever wife of monarch be?\"\n\n840\n\n\"Whom mak'st thou now a harlot?\" / the king's wife answered her.\n\"That do I thee,\" spake Kriemhild, / \"for that thy body fair\nFirst was clasped by Siegfried, / knight full dear to me.\nIn sooth 'twas ne'er my brother / won first thy maidenhead from thee.\n\n841\n\n\"How did thy senses leave thee? / Cunning rare was this.\nHow let his love deceive thee, / since he thy liegeman is?\nAnd all in vain,\" quoth Kriemhild, / \"the plaint I hear thee bring.\"\n\"In sooth,\" then answered Brunhild, / \"I'll tell it to my spouse the\n      king.\"\n\n842\n\n\"What reck I of such evil? / Thy pride hath thee betrayed,\nThat thou deem'st my homage / should e'er to thee be paid.\nKnow thou in truth full certain / the thing may never be:\nNor shall I e'er be ready / to look for faithful friend in thee.\"\n\n843\n\nThereat did weep Queen Brunhild: / Kriemhild waited no more,\nBut passed into the minster / the monarch's wife before,\nWith train of fair attendants. / Arose there mickle hate,\nWhereby eyes brightly shining / anon did grow all dim and wet.\n\n844\n\nHowever God they worshipped / or there the mass was sung,\nDid deem the Lady Brunhild / the waiting all too long,\nFor that her heart was saddened / and angry eke her mood.\nTherefore anon must suffer / many a hero keen and good.\n\n845\n\nBrunhild with her ladies / 'fore the minster did appear.\nThought she: \"Now must Kriemhild / further give me to hear\nOf what so loud upbraideth / me this free-tongued wife.\nAnd if he thus hath boasted, / amend shall Siegfried make with life.\"\n\n846\n\nNow came the noble Kriemhild / followed by warrior band.\nThen spake the Lady Brunhild: / \"Still thou here shalt stand.\nThou giv'st me out for harlot: / let now the same be seen.\nKnow thou, what thus thou sayest / to me hath mickle sorrow been.\"\n\n847\n\nThen spake the Lady Kriemhild: / \"So may'st thou let me go.\nWith the ring upon my finger / I the same can show:\nThat brought to me my lover / when first by thee he lay.\"\nNe'er did Lady Brunhild / know grief as on this evil day.\n\n848\n\nQuoth she: \"This ring full precious / some hand from me did steal,\nAnd from me thus a season / in evil way conceal:\nFull sure will I discover / who this same thief hath been.\"\nThen were the royal ladies / both in mood full angry seen.\n\n849\n\nThen gave answer Kriemhild: / \"I deem the thief not I.\nWell hadst thou been silent, / hold'st thou thine honor high.\nI'll show it with this girdle / that I around me wear,\nThat in this thing I err not: / Siegfried hath lain by thee full near.\"\n\n850\n\nWrought of silk of Nineveh / a girdle there she wore,\nThat of stones full precious / showed a goodly store.\nWhen saw it Lady Brunhild / straight to weep gan she:\nSoon must Gunther know it / and all the men of Burgundy.\n\n851\n\nThen spake the royal matron: / \"Bid hither come to me\nOf Rhine the lofty monarch. / Hear straightway shall he\nHow that his sister / doth my honor stain.\nHere doth she boast full open / that I in Siegfried's arms have lain.\"\n\n852\n\nThe king came with his warriors, / where he did weeping find\nHis royal spouse Brunhild, / then spake in manner kind:\n\"Now tell me, my dear lady, / who hath done aught to thee?\"\nShe spake unto the monarch: / \"Thy wife unhappy must thou see.\n\n853\n\n\"Me, thy royal consort, / would thy sister fain\nRob of all mine honor. / To thee must I complain:\nShe boasts her husband Siegfried / hath known thy royal bed.\"\nThen spake the monarch Gunther: / \"An evil thing she then hath said.\"\n\n854\n\n\"I did lose a girdle: / here by her 'tis worn,\nAnd my ring all golden. / That I e'er was born,\nDo I rue full sorely / if thou wardest not from me\nThis full great dishonor: / that will I full repay to thee.\"\n\n855\n\nThen spake the monarch Gunther: / \"Now shall he come near,\nAnd hath he such thing boasted, / so shall he let us hear:\nEke must full deny it / the knight of Netherland.\"\nThen straight the spouse of Kriemhild / hither to bring he gave command.\n\n856\n\nWhen that angry-minded / Siegfried them did see,\nNor knew thereof the reason, / straightway then spake he:\n\"Why do weep these ladies? / I'd gladly know that thing,\nOr wherefore to this presence / I am bidden by the king.\"\n\n857\n\nThen spake the royal Gunther: / \"Sore grieveth me this thing:\nTo me my Lady Brunhild / doth the story bring,\nHow that thereof thou boastest / that her fair body lay\nFirst in thy embraces: / this doth thy Lady Kriemhild say.\"\n\n858\n\nThereto gave answer Siegfried: / \"An if she thus hath said,\nFull well shall she repent it / ere doth rest my head:\nBefore all thy good warriors / of that I'll make me free,\nAnd swear by my high honor / such thing hath ne'er been told by me.\"\n\n859\n\nThen spake of Rhine the monarch: / \"That shalt thou let us see.\nThe oath that thou dost offer, / if such performed be,\nOf all false accusation / shalt thou delivered stand.\"\nIn ring to take their station / did he the high-born thanes command.\n\n860\n\nThe full valiant Siegfried / in oath the hand did give.\nThen spake the lordly monarch: / \"Well now do I perceive\nHow thou art all blameless, / of all I speak thee free;\nWhat here maintains my sister, / the same hath ne'er been done by thee.\"\n\n861\n\nThereto gave answer Siegfried: / \"If gain should e'er accrue\nUnto my spouse, that Brunhild / from her had cause to rue,\nKnow that to me full sorely / 'twould endless sorrow be.\"\nThen looked upon each other / the monarchs twain right graciously.\n\n862\n\n\"So should we govern women,\" / spake the thane Siegfried,\n\"That to leave wanton babble / they should take good heed.\nForbid it to thy wife now, / to mine I'll do the same.\nSuch ill-becoming manner /in sooth doth fill my heart with shame.\"\n\n863\n\nNo more said many a lady / fair, but thus did part.\nThen did the Lady Brunhild / grieve so sore at heart,\nThat it must move to pity / all King Gunther's men.\nTo go unto his mistress / Hagen of Tronje saw ye then.\n\n864\n\nHe asked to know her worry, / as he her weeping saw.\nThen told she him the story. / To her straight made he vow,\nThat Lady Kriemhild's husband / must for the thing atone,\nElse henceforth should never / a joyous day by him be known.\n\n865\n\nThen came Ortwein and Gernot / where they together spake,\nAnd there the knights did counsel / Siegfried's life to take.\nThither came eke Giselher, / son of Ute high.\nWhen heard he what they counselled, / spake he free from treachery:\n\n866\n\n\"Ye good knights and noble, / wherefore do ye that?\nNe'er deserved hath Siegfried / in such way your hate,\nThat he therefor should forfeit / at your hands his life.\nIn sooth small matter is it / that maketh cause for woman's strife.\"\n\n867\n\n\"Shall we rear race of bastards?\" / Hagen spake again:\n\"Therefrom but little honor / had many a noble thane.\nThe thing that he hath boasted / upon my mistress high,\nTherefor my life I forfeit, / or he for that same thing shall die.\"\n\n868\n\nThen spake himself the monarch: / \"To us he ne'er did give\nAught but good and honor: / let him therefore live.\nWhat boots it if my anger / I vent the knight upon?\nGood faith he e'er hath shown us, / and that full willingly hath done.\"\n\n869\n\nThen outspake of Metz / Ortwein the thane:\n\"In sooth his arm full doughty / may bring him little gain.\nMy vengeance full he'll suffer, / if but my lord allow.\"\nThe knights--nor reason had they-- / against him mortal hate did vow.\n\n870\n\nNone yet his words did follow, / but to the monarch's ear\nNe'er a day failed Hagen / the thought to whisper there:\nIf that lived not Siegfried, / to him would subject be\nRoyal lands full many. / The king did sorrow bitterly.\n\n871\n\nThen did they nothing further: / soon began the play.\nAs from the lofty minster / passed they on their way,\nWhat doughty shafts they shattered / Siegfried's spouse before!\nGunther's men full many / saw ye there in rage full sore.\n\n872\n\nSpake the king: \"Now leave ye / such mortal enmity:\nThe knight is born our honor / and fortune good to be.\nKeen is he unto wonder, / hath eke so doughty arm\nThat, were the contest open, / none is who dared to work him harm.\"\n\n873\n\n\"Naught shall he know,\" quoth Hagen. / \"At peace ye well may be:\nI trow the thing to manage / so full secretly\nThat Queen Brunhild's weeping / he shall rue full sore.\nIn sooth shall he from Hagen / have naught but hate for evermore.\"\n\n874\n\nThen spake the monarch Gunther: / \"How might such thing e'er be?\"\nThereto gave answer Hagen: / \"That shalt thou hear from me.\nWe'll bid that hither heralds / unto our land shall fare,\nHere unknown to any, / who shall hostile tidings bear.\n\n875\n\n\"Then say thou 'fore the strangers / that thou with all thy men\nWilt forth to meet the enemy. / He'll offer service then\nIf that thus thou sayest, / and lose thereby his life,\nCan I but learn the story / from the valiant warrior's wife.\"\n\n876\n\nThe king in evil manner / did follow Hagen's rede,\nAnd the two knights, ere any / man thereof had heed,\nHad treachery together / to devise begun.\nFrom quarrel of two women / died heroes soon full many a one.\n\n\n\n\nFIFTEENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Siegfried was Betrayed\n\n877\n\nUpon the fourth morning / two and thirty men\nSaw ye to court a-riding. / Unto King Gunther then\nWere tidings borne that ready / he should make for foe--\nThis lie did bring to women / many, anon full grievous woe.\n\n878\n\nLeave had they 'fore the monarch's / presence to appear,\nThere to give themselves out / for men of Luedeger,\nHim erstwhile was conquered / by Siegfried's doughty hand\nAnd brought a royal hostage / bound unto King Gunther's land.\n\n879\n\nThe messengers he greeted / and to seat them gave command.\nThen spake one amongst them: / \"Allow that yet we stand\nUntil we tell the tidings / that to thee are sent.\nKnow thou that warriors many / on thee to wreak their hate are bent.\n\n880\n\n\"Defiance bids thee Luedegast / and eke Luedeger\nWho at thy hands full sorely / erstwhile aggrieved were:\nIn this thy land with hostile / host they'll soon appear.\"\nTo rage begin the monarch / when such tidings he did hear.\n\n881\n\nThose who did act thus falsely / they bade to lodge the while.\nHow himself might Siegfried / guard against such guile\nAs there they planned against him, / he or ever one?\nUnto themselves 'twas sorrow / great anon that e'er 'twas done.\n\n882\n\nWith his friends the monarch / secret counsel sought.\nHagen of Tronje / let him tarry not.\nOf the king's men yet were many / who fain would peace restore:\nBut nowise would Hagen / his dark purpose e'er give o'er.\n\n883\n\nUpon a day came Siegfried / when they did counsel take,\nAnd there the knight of Netherland / thus unto them spake:\n\"How goeth now so sorrowful / amid his men the king?\nI'll help you to avenge it, / hath he been wronged in anything.\"\n\n884\n\nThen spake the monarch Gunther: / \"Of right do I lament,\nLuedegast and Luedeger / have hostile message sent:\nThey will in open manner / now invade my land.\"\nThe knight full keen gave answer: / \"That in sooth shall Siegfried's\n      hand,\n\n885\n\n\"As doth befit thy honor, / know well to turn aside.\nAs erstwhile to thy enemies, / shall now from me betide:\nTheir lands and eke their castles / laid waste by me shall be\nEre that I give over: / thereof my head be surety.\n\n886\n\n\"Thou and thy good warriors / shall here at home abide,\nAnd let me with my company / alone against them ride.\nThat I do serve thee gladly, / that will I let them see;\nBy me shall thy enemies, / --that know thou-- full requited be.\"\n\n887\n\n\"Good tidings, that thou sayest,\" / then the monarch said,\nAs if he in earnest / did joy to have such aid.\nDeep did bow before him / the king in treachery.\nThen spake Sir Siegfried: / \"Bring that but little care to thee.\"\n\n888\n\nThen serving-men full many / bade they ready be:\n'Twas done alone that Siegfried / and his men the same might see.\nThen bade he make them ready / the knights of Netherland,\nAnd soon did Siegfried's warriors / for fight apparelled ready stand.\n\n889\n\n\"My royal father Siegmund, / here shalt thou remain,\"\nSpake then Sir Siegfried. / \"We come full soon again\nIf God but give good fortune, / hither the Rhine beside;\nHere shalt thou with King Gunther / full merrily the while abide.\"\n\n890\n\nThen bound they on the banners / as they thence would fare.\nMen of royal Gunther / were full many there,\nWho naught knew of the matter, / or how that thing might be:\nThere with Siegfried saw ye / of knights a mickle company.\n\n891\n\nTheir helms and eke their mail-coats / bound on horse did stand:\nAnd doughty knights made ready / to fare from out that land.\nThen went of Tronje Hagen / where he Kriemhild found\nAnd prayed a fair leave-taking, / for that to battle they were bound.\n\n892\n\n\"Now well is me, such husband / I have,\" Kriemhild said,\n\"That to my loving kindred / can bring so potent aid,\nAs my lord Siegfried / doth now to friends of me.\nThereby,\" spake the high lady, / \"may I full joyous-minded be.\n\n893\n\n\"Now full dear friend Hagen, / call thou this to mind,\nGood-will I e'er have borne thee, / nor hate in any kind.\nLet now therefrom have profit / the husband dear to me.\nIf Brunhild aught I've injured / may't not to him requited be.\n\n894\n\n\"For that I since have suffered,\" / spake the high lady.\n\"Sore punishment hath offered / therefor the knight to me.\nThat I have aught e'er spoken / to make her sad of mood,\nVengeance well hath taken / on me the valiant knight and good.\"\n\n895\n\n\"In the days hereafter shall ye / be reconciled full well.\nKriemhild, beloved lady, / to me shalt thou tell\nHow that in Siegfried's person / I may service do to thee.\nThat do I gladly, lady, / and unto none more willingly.\"\n\n896\n\n\"No longer were I fearful,\" / spake his noble wife,\n\"That e'er in battle any / should take from him his life,\nWould he but cease to follow / his high undaunted mood:\nSecure were then forever / the thane full valiant and good.\"\n\n897\n\n\"Lady,\" spake then Hagen, / \"an hast thou e'er a fear\nThat hostile blade should pierce him, / now shalt thou give to hear\nWith what arts of cunning / I may the same prevent.\nOn horse and foot to guard him / shall ever be my fair intent.\"\n\n898\n\nShe spake: \"Of my kin art thou, / as I eke of thine.\nIn truth to thee commended / be then dear spouse of mine,\nThat him well thou guardest / whom full dear I hold.\"\nShe told to him a story / 'twere better had she left untold.\n\n899\n\nShe spake: \"A valorous husband / is mine, and doughty too.\nWhen he the worm-like dragon / by the mountain slew,\nIn its blood the stately / knight himself then bathed,\nSince when from cutting weapons / in battle is he all unscathed.\n\n900\n\n\"Nathless my heart is troubled / when he in fight doth stand,\nAnd full many a spear-shaft / is hurled by hero's hand,\nLest that I a husband / full dear should see no more.\nAlack! How oft for Siegfried / must I sit in sorrow sore!\n\n901\n\n\"On thy good-will I rest me, / dear friend, to tell to thee,\nAnd that thy faith thou fully / provest now to me,\nWhere that my spouse may smitten / be by hand of foe.\nThis I now shall tell thee, / and on thy honor this I do.\n\n902\n\n\"When from the wounded dragon / reeking flowed the blood,\nAnd therein did bathe him / the valiant knight and good,\nFell down between his shoulders / full broad a linden leaf.\nThere may he be smitten; / 'tis cause to me of mickle grief.'\n\n903\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Upon his tunic sew\nThou a little token. / Thereby shall I know\nWhere I may protect him / when in the fight we strain.\"\nShe weened to save the hero, / yet wrought she nothing save his bane.\n\n904\n\nShe spake: \"All fine and silken / upon his coat I'll sew\nA little cross full secret. / There, doughty thane, shalt thou\nFrom my knight ward danger / when battle rageth sore,\nAnd when amid the turmoil / he stands his enemies before.\"\n\n905\n\n\"That will I do,\" quoth Hagen, / \"lady full dear to me.\"\nThen weened eke the lady / it should his vantage be,\nBut there alone did Kriemhild / her own good knight betray.\nLeave of her took Hagen, / and joyously he went away.\n\n906\n\nThe followers of the monarch / were all of merry mood.\nI ween that knight thereafter / never any could\nOf treachery be guilty / such as then was he\nWhen that Queen Kriemhild / did rest on his fidelity.\n\n907\n\nWith his men a thousand / upon the following day\nRode thence Sir Siegfried / full joyously away.\nHe weened he should take vengeance / for harm his friends did bear.\nThat he might view the tunic / Hagen rode to him full near.\n\n908\n\nWhen he had viewed the token / sent Hagen thence away\nTwo of his men in secret / who did other tidings say:\nHow that King Gunther's country / had nothing now to fear\nAnd that unto the monarch / had sent them royal Luedeger.\n\n909\n\n'Twas little joy to Siegfried / that he must turn again\nEre for the hostile menace / vengeance he had ta'en.\nIn sooth the men of Gunther / could scarce his purpose bend.\nThen rode he to the monarch, / who thus began his thanks to lend:\n\n910\n\n\"Now God reward thee for it, / my good friend Siegfried,\nThat thou with mind so willing / hast holpen me in need.\nThat shall I e'er repay thee, / as I may do of right.\nTo thee before all other / friends do I my service plight.\n\n911\n\n\"Now that from battle-journey / free we are once more,\nSo will I ride a-hunting / the wild bear and the boar\nAway to the Vosges forest, / as I full oft have done.\"\nThe same had counselled Hagen, / the full dark and faithless man.\n\n912\n\n\"To all my guests here with me / shall now be told\nThat we ride forth at daybreak: / themselves shall ready hold,\nWho will join the hunting; / will any here remain\nFor pastime with fair ladies, / the thing behold I eke full fain.\"\n\n913\n\nThen outspake Sir Siegfried / as in manner due:\n\"If that thou rid'st a-hunting, / go I gladly too.\nA huntsman shalt thou grant me / and good hound beside\nThat shall the game discover; / so with thee to the green I'll ride.\"\n\n914\n\nStraightway spake the monarch: / \"Wilt thou but one alone?\nAnd wilt thou, four I'll grant thee, / to whom full well is known\nThe forest with the runways / where most the game doth stray,\nAnd who unto the camp-fires / will help thee back to find thy way.\"\n\n915\n\nUnto his spouse then rode he, / the gallant knight and bold.\nFull soon thereafter Hagen / unto the king had told\nHow he within his power / would have the noble thane:\nMay deed so dark and faithless / ne'er by knight be done again!\n\n\n\n\nSIXTEENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Siegfried was slain\n\n916\n\nGunther and Hagen, / the knights full keen,\nProposed with evil forethought / a hunting in the green:\nThe boar within the forest / they'd chase with pointed spear,\nAnd shaggy bear and bison. / --What sport to valiant men more dear?\n\n917\n\nWith them rode also Siegfried / happy and light of heart:\nTheir load of rich refreshments / was made in goodly part.\nWhere a spring ran cooling / they took from him his life,\nWhereto in chief had urged them / Brunhild, royal Gunther's wife.\n\n918\n\nThen went the valiant Siegfried / where he Kriemhild found;\nRich hunting-dress was laden / and now stood ready bound\nFor him and his companions / across the Rhine to go.\nThan this a sadder hour / nevermore could Kriemhild know.\n\n919\n\nThe spouse he loved so dearly / upon the mouth he kissed.\n\"God grant that well I find thee / again, if so He list,\nAnd thine own eyes to see me. / 'Mid kin that hold thee dear\nMay now the time go gently, / the while I am no longer near.\"\n\n920\n\nThen thought she of the story / --but silence must she keep--\nWhereof once Hagen asked her: / then began to weep\nThe princess high and noble / that ever she was born,\nAnd wept with tears unceasing / the valiant Siegfried's wife forlorn.\n\n921\n\nShe spake unto her husband: / \"Let now this hunting be.\nI dreamt this night of evil, / how wild boars hunted thee,\nTwo wild boars o'er the meadow, / wherefrom the flowers grew red.\nThat I do weep so sorely / have I poor woman direst need.\n\n922\n\n\"Yea, do I fear, Sir Siegfried, / something treacherous,\nIf perchance have any / of those been wronged by us\nWho might yet be able / to vent their enmity.\nTarry thou here, Sir Siegfried: / let that my faithful counsel be.\"\n\n923\n\nQuoth he: \"I come, dear lady, / when some short days are flown.\nOf foes who bear us hatred / here know I never one.\nAll of thine own kindred / are gracious unto me,\nNor know I aught of reason / why they should other-minded be.\"\n\n924\n\n\"But nay, beloved Siegfried, / thy death I fear 'twill prove.\nThis night I dreamt misfortune, / how o'er thee from above\nDown there fell two mountains: / I never saw thee more.\nAnd wilt thou now go from me, / that must grieve my heart full sore.\"\n\n925\n\nThe lady rich in virtue / within his arms he pressed,\nAnd with loving kisses / her fair form caressed.\nFrom her thence he parted / ere long time was o'er:\nAlas for her, she saw him / alive thereafter nevermore.\n\n926\n\nThen rode from thence the hunters / deep within a wold\nIn search of pleasant pastime. / Full many a rider bold\nFollowed after Gunther / in his stately train.\nGernot and Giselher, / --at home the knights did both remain.\n\n927\n\nWent many a horse well laden / before them o'er the Rhine,\nThat for the huntsmen carried / store of bread and wine,\nMeat along with fishes / and other victualling,\nThe which upon his table / were fitting for so high a king.\n\n928\n\nThen bade they make encampment / before the forest green\nWhere game was like to issue, / those hunters proud and keen,\nWho there would join in hunting, / on a meadow wide that spread.\nThither also was come Siegfried: / the same unto the king was said.\n\n929\n\nBy the merry huntsmen / soon were watched complete\nAt every point the runways. / The company then did greet\nSiegfried the keen and doughty: / \"Who now within the green\nUnto the game shall guide us, / ye warriors so bold and keen?\"\n\n930\n\n\"Now part we from each other,\" / answered Hagen then,\n\"Ere that the hunting / we do here begin!\nThereby may be apparent / to my masters and to me\nWho on this forest journey / of the hunters best may be.\n\n931\n\n\"Let then hounds and huntsmen / be ta'en in equal share,\nThat wheresoever any / would go, there let him fare.\nWho then is first in hunting / shall have our thanks this day.\"\nNot longer there together / did the merry hunters stay.\n\n932\n\nThereto quoth Sir Siegfried: / \"Of dogs have I no need,\nMore than one hound only / of trusty hunting breed\nFor scenting well the runway / of wild beast through the brake.\nAnd now the chase begin we!\" / --so the spouse of Kriemhild spake.\n\n933\n\nThen took a practised hunter / a good tracking-hound,\nThat did bring them where they / game in plenty found,\nNor kept them long awaiting. / Whate'er did spring from lair\nPursued the merry huntsmen, / as still good hunters everywhere.\n\n934\n\nAs many as the hound started / slew with mighty hand\nSiegfried the full doughty / hero of Netherland.\nSo swiftly went his charger / that none could him outrun;\nAnd praise before all others / soon he in the hunting won.\n\n935\n\nHe was in every feature / a valiant knight and true.\nThe first within the forest / that with his hand he slew\nWas a half-grown wild-boar / that he smote to ground;\nThereafter he full quickly / a wild and mighty lion found.\n\n936\n\nWhen it the hound had started, / with bow he shot it dead,\nWherewith a pointed arrow / he had so swiftly sped\nThat the lion after / could forward spring but thrice.\nAll they that hunted with him / cried Siegfried's praise with merry\n      voice.\n\n937\n\nSoon fell a prey unto him / an elk and bison more,\nA giant stag he slew him / and huge ure-oxen four.\nHis steed bore him so swiftly / that none could him outrun;\nOf stag or hind encountered / scarce could there escape him one.\n\n938\n\nA boar full huge and bristling / soon was likewise found,\nAnd when the same bethought him / to flee before the hound,\nCame quick again the master / and stood athwart his path.\nThe boar upon the hero / full charged straightway in mickle wrath.\n\n939\n\nThen the spouse of Kriemhild, / with sword the boar he slew,\nA thing that scarce another / hunter had dared to do.\nWhen he thus had felled him / they lashed again the hound,\nAnd soon his hunting prowess / was known to all the people round.\n\n940\n\nThen spake to him his huntsmen: / \"If that the thing may be,\nSo let some part, Sir Siegfried, / of the forest game go free;\nTo-day thou makest empty / hillside and forest wild.\"\nThereat in merry humor / the thane so keen and valiant smiled.\n\n941\n\nThen they heard on all sides / the din, from many a hound\nAnd huntsmen eke the clamor / so great was heard around\nThat back did come the answer / from hill and forest tree--\nOf hounds had four-and-twenty / packs been set by hunter free.\n\n942\n\nFull many a forest denizen / from life was doomed to part.\nEach of all the hunters / thereon had set his heart,\nTo win the prize in hunting. / But such could never be,\nWhen they the doughty Siegfried / at the camping-place did see.\n\n943\n\nNow the chase was ended, / --and yet complete 'twas not.\nAll they to camp who wended / with them thither brought\nSkin of full many an animal / and of game good store.\nHeigho! unto the table / how much the king's attendants bore!\n\n944\n\nThen bade the king the noble / hunters all to warn\nThat he would take refreshment, / and loud a hunting-horn\nIn one long blast was winded: / to all was known thereby\nThat the noble monarch / at camp did wait their company.\n\n945\n\nSpake one of Siegfried's huntsmen: / \"Master, I do know\nBy blast of horn resounding / that we now shall go\nUnto the place of meeting; / thereto I'll make reply.\"\nThen for the merry hunters / blew the horn right lustily.\n\n946\n\nThen spake Sir Siegfried: / \"Now leave we eke the green.\"\nHis charger bore him smoothly, / and followed huntsmen keen.\nWith their rout they started / a beast of savage kind,\nThat was a bear untamed. / Then spake the knight to those behind\n\n947\n\n\"For our merry party / some sport will I devise.\nLet slip the hound then straightway, / a bear now meets my eyes,\nAnd with us shall he thither / unto the camp-fire fare.\nFull rapid must his flight be / shall he our company forbear.\"\n\n948\n\nFrom leash the hound was loosened, / the bear sprang through the brake,\nWhen that the spouse of Kriemhild / did wish him to o'ertake.\nHe sought a pathless thicket, / but yet it could not be,\nAs bruin fondly hoped it, / that from the hunter he was free.\n\n949\n\nThen from his horse alighted / the knight of spirit high,\nAnd gan a running after. / Bruin all unguardedly\nWas ta'en, and could escape not. / Him caught straightway the knight,\nAnd soon all unwounded / had him bound in fetters tight.\n\n950\n\nNor claws nor teeth availed him / for aught of injury,\nBut bound he was to saddle. / Then mounted speedily\nThe knight, and to the camp-fire / in right merry way\nFor pastime led he bruin, / the hero valiant and gay.\n\n951\n\nIn what manner stately / unto the camp he rode!\nHe bore a spear full mickle, / great of strength and broad.\nA sword all ornamented / hung down unto his spur,\nAnd wrought of gold all ruddy / at side a glittering horn he wore.\n\n952\n\nOf richer hunting-garments / heard I ne'er tell before.\nBlack was the silken tunic / that the rider wore,\nAnd cap of costly sable / did crown the gallant knight.\nHeigho, and how his quiver / with well-wrought hands was rich bedight!\n\n953\n\nA skin of gleaming panther / covered the quiver o'er,\nPrized for its pleasant odor. / Eke a bow he bore,\nThe which to draw if ever / had wished another man,\nA lever he had needed: / such power had Siegfried alone.\n\n954\n\nOf fur of costly otter / his mantle was complete,\nWith other skins embroidered / from head unto the feet.\nAnd 'mid the fur all shining, / full many a golden seam\nOn both sides of the valiant / huntsman saw ye brightly gleam.\n\n955\n\nBalmung, a goodly weapon / broad, he also wore,\nThat was so sharp at edges / that it ne'er forbore\nTo cleave when swung on helmet: / blade it was full good.\nStately was the huntsman / as there with merry heart he rode.\n\n956\n\nIf that complete the story / to you I shall unfold,\nFull many a goodly arrow / did his rich quiver hold\nWhereof were gold the sockets, / and heads a hand-breadth each.\nIn sooth was doomed to perish / whate'er in flight the same did reach.\n\n957\n\nPricking like goodly huntsman / the noble knight did ride\nWhen him the men of Gunther / coming thither spied.\nThey hasted out to meet him / and took from him his steed,\nAs bruin great and mighty / by the saddle he did lead.\n\n958\n\nWhen he from horse alighted / he loosed him every band\nFrom foot and eke from muzzle. / Straight on every hand\nBegan the dogs a howling / when they beheld the bear.\nBruin would to the forest: / among the men was mickle stir.\n\n959\n\nAmid the clamor bruin / through the camp-fires sped:\nHeigho, how the servants / away before him fled!\nO'erturned was many a kettle / and flaming brands did fly:\nHeigho, what goodly victuals / did scattered in the ashes lie!\n\n960\n\nThen sprang from out the saddle / knights and serving-men.\nThe bear was wild careering: / the king bade loosen then\nAll the dogs that fastened / within their leashes lay.\nIf this thing well had ended, / then had there passed a merry day.\n\n961\n\nNot longer then they waited / but with bow and eke with spear\nHasted the nimble hunters / to pursue the bear,\nYet none might shoot upon him / for all the dogs around.\nSuch clamor was of voices / that all the mountain did resound.\n\n962\n\nWhen by the dogs pursued / the bear away did run,\nNone there that could o'ertake him / but Siegfried alone.\nWith his sword he came upon him / and killed him at a blow,\nAnd back unto the camp-fire / bearing bruin they did go.\n\n963\n\nThen spake who there had seen it, / he was a man of might.\nSoon to the table bade they / come each noble knight,\nAnd on a smiling meadow / the noble company sat.\nHeigho, with what rare victuals / did they upon the huntsmen wait!\n\n964\n\nNe'er appeared a butler / wine for them to pour.\nThan they good knights were never / better served before,\nAnd had there not in secret / been lurking treachery,\nThen were the entertainers / from every cause of cavil free.\n\n965\n\nThen spake Sir Siegfried: / \"A wonder 'tis to me,\nSince that from the kitchen / so full supplied are we,\nWhy to us the butlers / of wine bring not like store:\nIf such the huntsman's service / a huntsman reckon me no more.\n\n966\n\n\"Meseems I yet did merit / some share of courtesy.\"\nThe king who sat at table / spake then in treachery:\n\"Gladly shall be amended / wherein we're guilty so.\nThe fault it is of Hagen, / he'd willing see us thirsting go.\"\n\n967\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Good master, hear me say,\nI weened for this our hunting / we did go to-day\nUnto the Spessart forest: / the wine I thither sent.\nGo we to-day a-thirsting, / I'll later be more provident.\"\n\n968\n\nThereto replied Sir Siegfried: / \"Small merit here is thine.\nGood seven horses laden / with mead and sparkling wine\nShould hither have been conducted. / If aught the same denied,\nThen should our place of meeting / have nearer been the Rhine beside.\"\n\n969\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Ye noble knights and bold,\nI know here nigh unto us / a spring that's flowing cold.\nBe then your wrath appeased, / and let us thither go.\"\nThrough that same wicked counsel / came many a thane to grievous woe.\n\n970\n\nSore was the noble Siegfried / with the pangs of thirst:\nTo bid them rise from table / was he thus the first.\nHe would along the hillside / unto the fountain go:\nIn sooth they showed them traitors, / those knights who there did\n      counsel so.\n\n971\n\nOn wagons hence to carry / the game they gave command\nWhich had that day been slaughtered / by Siegfried's doughty hand.\nHe'd carried off the honors, / all who had seen did say.\nHagen his faith with Siegfried / soon did break in grievous way.\n\n972\n\nWhen now they would go thither / to where the linden spread,\nSpake of Tronje Hagen: / \"To me hath oft been said,\nThat none could follow after / Kriemhild's nimble knight\nOr vie with him in running: / would that he'd prove it to our sight!\"\n\n973\n\nThen spake of Netherland / bold Siegfried speedily:\n\"That may ye well have proof of, / will ye but run with me\nIn contest to the fountain. / When that the same be done,\nTo him be given honor / who the race hath fairly won.\"\n\n974\n\n\"Now surely make we trial,\" / quoth Hagen the thane.\nThereto the doughty Siegfried: / \"I too will give you gain,\nAfore your feet at starting / to lay me in the grass.\"\nWhen that he had heard it, / thereat how joyous Gunther was!\n\n975\n\nAnd spake again the warrior: / \"And ye shall further hear:\nAll my clothing likewise / will I upon me wear,\nThe spear and shield full heavy / and hunting-dress I'll don.\"\nHis sword as well as quiver / had he full quickly girded on.\n\n976\n\nDoffed they their apparel / and aside they laid it then:\nClothed in white shirts only / saw you there the twain.\nLike unto two wild panthers / they coursed across the green:\nYet first beside the fountain / was the valiant Siegfried seen.\n\n977\n\nNo man in feats of valor / who with him had vied.\nThe sword he soon ungirded / and quiver laid aside,\nThe mighty spear he leaned / against the linden-tree:\nBeside the running fountain / stood the knight stately to see.\n\n978\n\nTo Siegfried naught was lacking / that doth good knight adorn.\nDown the shield then laid he / where did flow the burn,\nYet howsoe'er he thirsted / no whit the hero drank\nBefore had drunk the monarch: / therefor he earned but evil thank.\n\n979\n\nThere where ran clear the water / and cool from out the spring,\nDown to it did bend him / Gunther the king.\nAnd when his thirst was quenched / rose he from thence again:\nEke the valiant Siegfried, / how glad had he done likewise then.\n\n980\n\nFor his courtesy he suffered. / Where bow and sword there lay,\nBoth did carry Hagen / from him thence away,\nAnd again sprang quickly thither / where the spear did stand:\nAnd for a cross the tunic / of the valiant knight he scanned.\n\n981\n\nAs there the noble Siegfried / to drink o'er fountain bent,\nThrough the cross he pierced him, / that from the wound was sent\nThe blood nigh to bespatter / the tunic Hagen wore.\nBy hand of knight such evil / deed shall wrought be nevermore.\n\n982\n\nThe spear he left projecting / where it had pierced the heart.\nIn terror as that moment / did Hagen never start\nIn flight from any warrior / he ever yet had found.\nSoon as the noble Siegfried / within him felt the mighty wound,\n\n983\n\nRaging the knight full doughty / up from the fountain sprang,\nThe while from 'twixt his shoulders / stood out a spearshaft long.\nThe prince weened to find there / his bow or his sword:\nThen in sooth had Hagen / found the traitor's meet reward.\n\n984\n\nWhen from the sorely wounded / knight his sword was gone,\nThen had he naught to 'venge him / but his shield alone.\nThis snatched he from the fountain / and Hagen rushed upon,\nAnd not at all escape him / could the royal Gunther's man.\n\n985\n\nThough he nigh to death was wounded / he yet such might did wield\nThat out in all directions / flew from off the shield\nPrecious stones a many: / the shield he clave in twain.\nThus vengeance fain had taken / upon his foe the stately thane.\n\n986\n\nBeneath his hand must Hagen / stagger and fall to ground.\nSo swift the blow he dealt him, / the meadow did resound.\nHad sword in hand been swinging, / Hagen had had his meed,\nSo sorely raged he stricken: / to rage in sooth was mickle need.\n\n987\n\nFaded from cheek was color, / no longer could he stand,\nAnd all his might of body / soon complete had waned,\nAs did a deathly pallor / over his visage creep.\nFull many a fairest lady / for the knight anon must weep.\n\n988\n\nSo sank amid the flowers / Kriemhild's noble knight,\nWhile from his wound flowed thickly / the blood before the sight.\nThen gan he reviling / --for dire was his need--\nWho had thus encompassed / his death by this same faithless deed.\n\n989\n\nThen spake the sorely wounded: / \"O ye base cowards twain,\nDoth then my service merit / that me ye thus have slain?\nTo you I e'er was faithful / and so am I repaid.\nAlas, upon your kindred / now have ye shame eternal laid.\n\n990\n\n\"By this deed dishonored / hereafter evermore\nAre their generations. / Your anger all too sore\nHave ye now thus vented / and vengeance ta'en on me.\nWith shame henceforth be parted / from all good knights' company.\"\n\n991\n\nAll the hunters hastened / where he stricken lay,\nIt was in sooth for many / of them a joyless day.\nHad any aught of honor, / he mourned that day, I ween,\nAnd well the same did merit / the knight high-spirited and keen.\n\n992\n\nAs there the king of Burgundy / mourned that he should die,\nSpake the knight sore wounded: / \"To weep o'er injury,\nWho hath wrought the evil / hath smallest need, I trow.\nReviling doth he merit, / and weeping may he well forego.\"\n\n993\n\nThereto quoth grim Hagen: / \"Ye mourn, I know not why:\nThis same day hath ended / all our anxiety.\nFew shall we find henceforward / for fear will give us need,\nAnd well is me that from his / mastery we thus are freed.\"\n\n994\n\n\"Light thing is now thy vaunting,\" / did Siegfried then reply.\n\"Had I e'er bethought me / of this thy infamy\nWell had I preserved / 'gainst all thy hate my life.\nMe rueth naught so sorely / as Lady Kriemhild my wife.\n\n995\n\n\"Now may God have mercy / that to me a son was born,\nThat him alack!, the people / in times to come shall spurn,\nThat those he nameth kinsmen / have done the murderer's deed.\nAn had I breath,\" spake Siegfried, / \"to mourn o'er this I well had\n      need.\"\n\n996\n\nThen spake, in anguish praying, / the hero doomed to die:\n\"An wilt thou, king, to any / yet not good faith deny,\nIn all the world to any, / to thee commended be\nAnd to thy loving mercy / the spouse erstwhile was wed to me.\n\n997\n\n\"Let it be her good fortune / that she thy sister is:\nBy all the princely virtues, / I beg thee pledge me this.\nFor me long time my father / and men henceforth must wait:\nUpon a spouse was never / wrought, as mine, a wrong so great.\"\n\n998\n\nAll around the flowers / were wetted with the blood\nAs there with death he struggled. / Yet not for long he could,\nBecause the deadly weapon / had cut him all too sore:\nAnd soon the keen and noble / knight was doomed to speak no more.\n\n999\n\nWhen the lords perceived / how that the knight was dead,\nUpon a shield they laid him / that was of gold full red,\nAnd counsel took together / how of the thing should naught\nBe known, but held in secret / that Hagen the deed had wrought.\n\n1000\n\nThen spake of them a many: / \"This is an evil day.\nNow shall ye all conceal it / and all alike shall say,\nWhen as Kriemhild's husband / the dark forest through\nRode alone a-hunting, / him the hand of robber slew.\"\n\n1001\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Myself will bring him home.\nIn sooth I reck but little / if to her ears it come,\nWho my Lady Brunhild / herself hath grieved so sore.\nIt maketh me small worry, / an if she weep for evermore.\"\n\n\n\n\nSEVENTEENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Kriemhild mourned for Siegfried, and How he was Buried\n\n1002\n\nThere till the night they tarried / and o'er the Rhine they went.\nBy knights in chase might never / more evil day be spent;\nFor the game that there they hunted / wept many a noble maid.\nIn sooth by many a valiant / warrior must it since be paid.\n\n1003\n\nOf humor fierce and wanton / list now and ye shall hear,\nAnd eke of direst vengeance. / Hagen bade to bear\nSiegfried thus lifeless, / of the Nibelung country,\nUnto a castle dwelling / where Lady Kriemhild found might be.\n\n1004\n\nHe bade in secret manner / to lay him there before\nWhere she should surely find him / when she from out the door\nShould pass to matins early, / ere that had come the day.\nIn sooth did Lady Kriemhild / full seldom fail the hour to pray.\n\n1005\n\nWhen, as was wont, in minster / the bell to worship bade,\nKriemhild, fair lady, wakened / from slumber many a maid:\nA light she bade them bring her / and eke her dress to wear.\nThen hither came a chamberlain / who Siegfried's corse found waiting\n      there.\n\n1006\n\nHe saw him red and bloody, / all wet his clothing too.\nThat it was his master, / in sooth no whit he knew.\nOn unto the chamber / the light in hand he bore,\nWhereby the Lady Kriemhild / did learn what brought her grief full sore.\n\n1007\n\nWhen she with train of ladies / would to the minster go,\nThen spake the chamberlain: / \"Pause, I pray thee now:\nHere before thy dwelling / a noble knight lies slain.\"\nThereat gan Lady Kriemhild / in grief unmeasured sore to plain.\n\n1008\n\nEre yet that 'twas her husband / she did rightly find,\nHad she Hagen's question / begun to call to mind,\nHow might he protect him: / then first did break her heart,\nFor all her joy in living / did with his death from her depart.\n\n1009\n\nUnto the earth then sank she / ere she a word did say,\nAnd reft of all her pleasure / there the fair lady lay.\nSoon had Kriemhild's sorrow / all measure passed beyond:\nShe shrieked, when past the swooning, / that did the chamber all resound.\n\n1010\n\nThen spake her attendants: / \"What if't a stranger were?\"\nFrom out her mouth the heart-blood / did spring from anguish sore.\nThen spake she: \"It is Siegfried / my husband, other none:\nThis thing hath counselled Brunhild, / and Hagen's hand the deed hath\n      done.\"\n\n1011\n\nThe lady bade them lead her / where did lie the knight,\nAnd his fair head she raised / with her hand full white.\nRed though it was and bloody / she knew him yet straightway,\nAs all forlorn the hero / of Nibelungenland there lay.\n\n1012\n\nThen cried the queen in anguish, / whose hand such wealth might wield:\n\"O woe is me for sorrow! / Yet is not thy shield\nWith blow of sword now battered, / but murdered dost thou lie.\nAnd knew I who hath done it, / by my counsel should he die.\"\n\n1013\n\nAll of her attendants / did weep and wail enow\nWith their beloved mistress, / for filled they were with woe\nFor their noble master / whom they should see no more.\nFor anger of Queen Brunhild / had Hagen wrought revenge full sore.\n\n1014\n\nThen spake Kriemhild sorrowing: / \"Hence now the message take,\nAnd all the men of Siegfried / shall ye straightway awake.\nUnto Siegmund likewise / tell ye my sorrow deep,\nIf that he will help me / for the doughty Siegfried weep.\"\n\n1015\n\nThen ran straightway a messenger / and soon he found at hand,\nSiegfried's valiant warriors / of Nibelungenland.\nOf joy he all bereft him / with tale that he did bear,\nNor would they aught believe it / till sound of weeping met their ear.\n\n1016\n\nThe messenger came eke quickly / where the king did lie,\nYet closed was not in sleeping / the monarch Siegmund's eye:\nI ween his heart did tell him / the thing that there had been,\nAnd that his dear son living / might nevermore by him be seen.\n\n1017\n\n\"Awake, awake, Lord Siegmund. / Hither hath sent for thee\nKriemhild my mistress. / A wrong now beareth she,\nA grief that 'fore all others / unto her heart doth go:\nTo mourn it shalt thou help her, / for sorely hast thou need thereto.\"\n\n1018\n\nUp raised himself then Siegmund. / He spake: \"What may it be\nOf wrong that grieveth Kriemhild, / as thou hast told to me?\"\nThe messenger spake weeping: / \"Now may I naught withhold:\nKnow thou that of Netherland / Siegfried brave lies slain and cold.\"\n\n1019\n\nThereto gave answer Siegmund: / \"Let now such mocking be\nAnd tale of such ill tidings / --an thou regardest me--\nAs that thou say'st to any / now he lieth slain:\nAn were it so, I never / unto my end might cease to plain.\"\n\n1020\n\n\"Wilt thou now believe not / the tidings that I bear,\nSo may'st thyself the Lady / Kriemhild weeping hear,\nAnd all of her attendants, / that Siegfried lieth dead.\"\nWith terror filled was Siegmund: / whereof in very sooth was need.\n\n1021\n\nHe and his men a hundred / from their beds they sprang,\nThen snatched in hand full quickly / swords both sharp and long,\nAnd toward the sound of weeping / in sorrow sore did speed.\nThere came a thousand warriors / eke of the valiant knight Siegfried.\n\n1022\n\nWhen they heard the women weeping / in such sore distress\nThought some, strict custom keeping, / we first must don our dress.\nIn sooth for very sorrow / their wits no more had they,\nFor on their hearts a burden / of grief full deep and heavy lay.\n\n1023\n\nThen came the monarch Siegmund / where he Kriemhild espied.\nHe spake: \"Alack that ever / to this country I did ride!\nWho in such wondrous manner, / and while good friends are near,\nHath of my child bereft me / and thee of spouse thou hold'st so dear?\"\n\n1024\n\n\"Ah, might I him discover,\" / spake the lady high,\n\"Evermore would mercy / I to him deny.\nSuch meed of vengeance should he / at my hands receive\nThat all who call him kinsman / reason good should have to grieve.\"\n\n1025\n\nSiegmund the monarch / in arms the knight did press,\nAnd of his friends there gathered / so great was the distress,\nThat from the mighty wailing / palace and wide hall\nAnd Worms the city likewise / with sound of woe re-echoed all.\n\n1026\n\nNone was who aught might comfort / the wife of Siegfried there.\nThey drew the knight's attire / from off his body fair,\nFrom wounds the blood, too, washed they / and laid him on the bier.\nThen from all his people / a mighty wailing might ye hear.\n\n1027\n\nThen outspake his warriors / of Nibelungenland:\n\"Until he be avenged / rest shall not our hand.\nHe is within this castle / who the deed hath done.\"\nThen rushed to find their weapons / Siegfried's warriors every one.\n\n1028\n\nThe knights of chosen valor / with shields did thither throng,\nEleven hundred warriors, / that did to train belong\nOf Siegmund the monarch. / That his son lay dead,\nWould he wreak dire vengeance, / whereof in very sooth was need.\n\n1029\n\nYet knew they not whom should they / beset in battle then,\nIf it were not Gunther / and with him his men\nWith whom their lord Siegfried / unto the hunting rode.\nYet filled with fear was Kriemhild / when she beheld how armed they\n      stood.\n\n1030\n\nHow great soe'er her sorrow / and stern the grief she bore,\nYet for the Nibelungen / feared she death full sore\nFrom her brother's warriors, / and bade them hold their wrath.\nShe gave them kindly warning / as friend to friend beloved doth.\n\n1031\n\nThen spake she rich in sorrow: / \"What thing beginnest thou,\nGood my lord Siegmund? / This case thou dost not know.\nIn sooth hath here King Gunther / so many a valiant knight,\nLost are ye all together, / will ye the thanes withstand in fight.\"\n\n1032\n\nWith shields upraised they ready / for the fight did stand.\nBut the queen full noble / did straightway give command\nTo those high knights, and prayed them, / their purpose to give o'er.\nThat she might not dissuade them, / in sooth to her was sorrow sore.\n\n1033\n\nSpake she thus: \"Lord Siegmund, / thou shalt this thing let be\nUntil more fitting season. / Seek will I e'er with thee\nFull to avenge my husband. / Who him from me hath ta'en,\nAn I shall know him guilty, / in me shall surely find his bane.\n\n1034\n\n\"Of warriors proud and mighty / are many here by Rhine,\nTherefore will I advise not / the struggle to begin.\nFor one that we can muster / good thirty men have they;\nAs unto us their dealing, / God them requite in equal way.\n\n1035\n\n\"Here shall ye bide with me / and help my grief to bear;\nSoon as dawns the morning, / ye noble knights and rare,\nHelp me my loved husband / prepare for burial.\"\n\"That shall be done full willing,\" / spake the doughty warriors all.\n\n1036\n\nTo you could never any / full the wonder say,\nOf knights and noble ladies, / so full of grief were they,\nThat the sound of wailing / through the town was heard afar,\nWhereat the noble burghers / hastily did gather there.\n\n1037\n\nWith the guests they mourned together, / for sore they grieved as well.\nWhat was the guilt of Siegfried / none to them might tell,\nWherefore the knight so noble / thus his life should lose.\nThen wept with the high ladies / many a worthy burgher's spouse.\n\n1038\n\nSmiths they bade a casket / work full hastily\nAll of gold and silver / that great and strong should be.\nThey bade them fast to weld it / with bands of steel full good.\nThen saw ye all the people / stand right sorrowful of mood.\n\n1039\n\nNow the night was over, / for day, they said, drew near.\nThen bade the noble lady / unto the minster bear\nSiegfried her lord full loved / for whom she mourned so.\nWhoe'er was friend unto him, / him saw ye weeping thither go.\n\n1040\n\nAs they brought him to the minster / bells full many rung.\nOn every hand then heard ye / how priests did chant their song.\nThither with his followers / came Gunther the king\nAnd eke the grim knight Hagen / where was sound of sorrowing.\n\n1041\n\nHe spake: \"Full loving sister, / alack for grief to thee,\nAnd that from such great evil / spared we might not be!\nHenceforth must we ever / mourn for Siegfried's sake.\"\n\"That do ye without reason,\" / full of woe the lady spake.\n\n1042\n\n\"If that ye grieved for it, / befallen were it not.\nFor say I may full truly, / me had ye all forgot\nThere where I thus was parted / from my husband dear.\nWould it God,\" spake Kriemhild, / \"that done unto myself it were!\"\n\n1043\n\nFast they yet denied it. / Kriemhild spake again:\n\"If any speak him guiltless, / let here be seen full plain.\nUnto the bier now shall he / before the people go;\nThus the truth full quickly / may we in this manner know.\"\n\n1044\n\nIt is a passing wonder / that yet full oft is seen,\nWhere blood-bespotted slayer / beside slain corse hath been,\nThat from the wounds come blood-drops, / as here it eke befell.\nThereby the guilt of Hagen / might they now full plainly tell.\n\n1045\n\nNow ran the wounds all bloody /like as they did before.\nWho erstwhile wept full sorely / now wept they mickle more.\nThen spake the monarch Gunther: / \"To thee the truth be known:\nSlain hath he been by robbers, / nor is this deed by Hagen done.\"\n\n1046\n\n\"Of these same robbers,\" spake she, / \"full well I understand.\nGod give that yet may vengeance / wreak some friendly hand.\nGunther and Hagen, / yourselves have done this deed.\"\nThen looked for bloody conflict / the valiant thanes that served\n      Siegfried.\n\n1047\n\nThen spake unto them Kriemhild: / \"Now bear with me my need.\"\nKnights twain came likewise hither / and did find him dead,--\nGernot her brother / and the young Giselher.\nWith upright hearts then joined they / with the others grief to share.\n\n1048\n\nThey mourned for Kriemhild's husband / with hearts all full of woe.\nA mass should then be chanted: / to the minster forth did go\nMan and child and woman / gathered from every side.\nE'en they did likewise mourn him / who little lost that Siegfried died.\n\n1049\n\nGernot and Giselher spake: / \"O Sister dear,\nNow comfort thee in sorrow, / for death is ever near.\nAmends we'll make unto thee / the while that we shall live.\"\nIn the world might never any / unto her a comfort give.\n\n1050\n\nHis coffin was made ready / about the middle day.\nFrom off the bier they raised him / whereupon he lay.\nBut yet would not the lady / let him be laid in grave.\nTherefor must all the people / first a mickle trouble have.\n\n1051\n\nIn a shroud all silken / they the dead man wound.\nI ween that never any / that wept not might be found.\nThere mourned full of sorrow / Ute the queen full high\nAnd all of her attendants / that such a noble knight did die.\n\n1052\n\nWhen did hear the people / how they in minster sung,\nAnd that he there lay coffined, / came then a mickle throng:\nFor his soul's reposing / what offerings they bore!\nE'en amid his enemies / found he of good friends a store.\n\n1053\n\nKriemhild the poor lady / to her attendants spake:\n\"Let them shun no trouble / to suffer for my sake,\nWho to him are friendly-minded / and me in honor hold;\nFor the soul of Siegfried / meted be to them his gold.\"\n\n1054\n\nChild so small there was not, / did it but reason have,\nBut offering carried thither. / Ere he was laid in grave,\nMore than a hundred masses / upon the day they sung,\nOf all the friends of Siegfried / was gathered there a mickle throng.\n\n1055\n\nWhen were the masses over, / the folk departed soon.\nThen spake the Lady Kriemhild: / \"Leave ye me not alone\nTo pass the night in watching / by this chosen thane now dead,\nWith whose passing from me / all my joy of life hath fled.\n\n1056\n\n\"Three days and three nights further / shall he lie on bier,\nUntil my heart find quiet / that weeps for spouse so dear.\nGod perchance commandeth / that death eke me do take:\nThat were for me poor Kriemhild / fit end of all my woe to make.\"\n\n1057\n\nThen of the town the people / went to their homes again.\nPriests and monks yet bade she / longer there remain,\nAnd all the hero's followers / who willing served alway.\nThey watched a night all gruesome, / and full of toil was eke the day.\n\n1058\n\nMeat and drink forgetting / abode there many a one.\nIf any were would take it / 'twas unto all made known,\nThat have they might in plenty: / thus did provide Siegmund.\nThen for the Nibelungen / did trouble and sore need abound.\n\n1059\n\nThe while the three days lasted / --such the tale we hear--\nAll who could join the chanting, / mickle must they bear\nThere of toil and trouble. / What gifts to them they bore!\nRich were seen full many / who did suffer need before.\n\n1060\n\nAs many poor as found they / who themselves had naught,\nBy them yet an offering / bade they there be brought,\nOf gold of Siegfried's treasure. / Though he no more might live,\nYet for his soul's reposing / marks many thousand did they give.\n\n1061\n\nLand of fruitful income / bestowed Kriemhild around,\nWheresoever cloisters / and worthy folk were found.\nSilver and apparel / to the poor she gave in store,\nAnd in good manner showed she / that truest love to him she bore.\n\n1062\n\nUpon the third morning / at the mass' tide\nWas there beside the minster / filled the church-yard wide\nWith country-folk a-weeping / that came from far and near:\nIn death they yet did serve him / as is meet for friend full dear.\n\n1063\n\nAnd so it hath been told us, / ere these four days were o'er,\nMarks full thirty thousand, / yea, in sooth, and more,\nFor his soul's reposing / to the poor were given there:\nThe while that lay all broken / his life and eke his body fair.\n\n1064\n\nWhen ended was the service / and full the masses sung,\nIn unrestrained sorrow / there the flock did throng.\nThey bade that from the minster / he to the grave be borne.\nThem that fain had kept him / there beheld ye weep and mourn.\n\n1065\n\nThence full loud lamenting / did the people with him pass.\nUnmoved there never any / nor man nor woman was.\nEre that in grave they laid him / chanted they and read.\nWhat host of priests full worthy / at his burial were gathered!\n\n1066\n\nEre that the wife of Siegfried / was come unto the grave,\nWith water from the fountain / full oft her face they lave,\nSo struggled with her sorrow / the faithful lady fair.\nGreat beyond all measure / was the grief that she did bear.\n\n1067\n\nIt was a mickle wonder / that e'er her life she kept.\nMany a lady was there / that helped her as she wept.\nThen spake the queen full noble: / \"Ye men that service owe\nTo Siegfried, as ye love me, / now to me a mercy show.\n\n1068\n\n\"Upon this sorrow grant ye / the little grace to me\nThat I his shining visage / yet once more may see.\"\nSo filled she was with anguish / and so long time she sought,\nPerforce they must break open / the casket all so fairly wrought.\n\n1069\n\nWhere she did see him lying / they then the lady led.\nWith hand full white and spotless / raised she his fair head;\nThen kissed she there all lifeless / the good and noble knight,--\nAnd wept so that for sorrow / ran blood from out her eyes so bright.\n\n1070\n\nMournful was the parting / that then did rend the twain.\nThence away they bore her, / nor might she walk again,\nBut in a swoon did senseless / the stately lady lie.\nIn sooth her winsome body / for sorrow sore was like to die.\n\n1071\n\nWhen they the knight full noble / now in the grave had laid,\nBeheld ye every warrior / beyond all measure sad\nThat with him was come hither / from Nibelung country.\nFull seldom joyous-hearted / might ye royal Siegmund see.\n\n1072\n\nAnd many were among them / that for sorrow great\nTill three days were over / did nor drink nor eat.\nYet might they not their bodies / long leave uncared-for so:\nFor food they turned from mourning / as people still are wont to do.\n\n\n\n\nEIGHTEENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Siegmund fared Home Again\n\n1073\n\nThen went royal Siegmund / where he Kriemhild found.\nUnto the queen spake he: / \"Home must we now be bound.\nWe ween that guests unwelcome / here are we by the Rhine.\nKriemhild, beloved lady, / come now to country that is mine.\n\n1074\n\n\"Though from us hath been taken / by foul traitor's hand\nThy good spouse and noble / here in stranger land,\nThine be it not to suffer: / good friend thou hast in me\nFor sake of son beloved: / thereof shalt thou undoubting be.\n\n1075\n\n\"Eke shalt thou have, good lady, / all the power to hold,\nThe which erstwhile hath shown thee / Siegfried the thane full bold.\nThe land and the crown likewise, / be they thine own to call,\nAnd gladly eke shall serve thee / Siegfried's doughty warriors all.\"\n\n1076\n\nThen did they tell the servants / that they thence would ride,\nAnd straight to fetch the horses / these obedient hied.\n'Mid such as so did hate them / it grieved them more to stay:\nLadies high and maidens / were bidden dress them for the way.\n\n1077\n\nWhen that for royal Siegmund / stood ready horse and man,\nHer kinsmen Lady Kriemhild / to beseech began\nThat she from her mother / would still forbear to go.\nThen spake the lofty lady: / \"That might hardly yet be so.\n\n1078\n\n\"How might I for ever / look with eyes upon\nHim that to me, poor woman, / such evil thing hath done?\"\nThen spake the youthful Giselher: / \"Sister to me full dear,\nBy thy goodness shalt thou / tarry with thy mother here.\"\n\n1079\n\n\"Who in this wise have harmed thee / and so grieved thy heart,\nThyself may'st spurn their service: / of what is mine take part.\"\nUnto the knight she answered: / \"Such thing may never be.\nFor die I must for sorrow / when that Hagen I should see.\"\n\n1080\n\n\"From need thereof I'll save thee, / sister full dear to me,\nFor with thy brother Giselher / shalt thou ever be.\nI'll help to still thy sorrow / that thy husband lieth dead.\"\nThen spake she sorrow-stricken: / \"Thereof in sooth had Kriemhild need.\"\n\n1081\n\nWhen that the youthful Giselher / such kindly offer made,\nThen her mother Ute / and Gernot likewise prayed,\nAnd all her faithful kinsmen, / that she would tarry there:\nFor that in Siegfried's country / but few of her own blood there were.\n\n1082\n\n\"To thee they all are strangers,\" / did Gernot further say.\nNor lived yet man so mighty / but dead at last he lay.\nBethink thee that, dear sister, / in comfort of thy mood.\nStay thou amid thy kinsmen, / I counsel truly for thy good.\"\n\n1083\n\nTo Giselher she promised / that she would tarry there.\nFor the men of Siegmund / the horses ready were,\nWhen they thence would journey / to the Nibelungen land:\nOn carrying-horses laden / the knights' attire did ready stand.\n\n1084\n\nWent the royal Siegmund / unto Kriemhild then;\nHe spake unto the lady: / \"Now do Siegfried's men\nAwait thee by the horses. / Straight shall we hence away,\nFor 'mid the men of Burgundy / unwilling would I longer stay.\"\n\n1085\n\nThen spake the Lady Kriemhild: / \"My friends have counselled me,\nThat by the love I bear them, / here my home shall be,\nFor that no kinsmen have I / in the Nibelungen land.\"\nGrieved full sore was Siegmund / when he did Kriemhild understand.\n\n1086\n\nThen spake the royal Siegmund: / \"To such give not thine ear,\nA queen 'mid all my kinsmen, / thou a crown shalt wear\nAnd wield as lordly power / as e'er till now thou hast.\nNor thou a whit shalt forfeit, / that we the hero thus have lost.\n\n1087\n\n\"And journey with us thither, / for child's sake eke of thine:\nHim shalt thou never, lady, / an orphan leave to pine.\nWhen hath grown thy son to manhood, / he'll comfort thee thy mood.\nMeanwhile shall ready serve thee / many a warrior keen and good.\"\n\n1088\n\nShe spake: \"O royal Siegmund, / I may not thither ride,\nFor I here must tarry, / whate'er shall me betide,\n'Mid them that are my kinsmen, / who'll help my grief to share.\"\nThe knights had sore disquiet / that such tidings they must hear.\n\n1089\n\n\"So might we say full truly,\" / spake they every one,\n\"That unto us still greater / evil now were done,\nWould'st thou longer tarry / here amid our foes:\nIn sooth were never journey / of knights to court more full of woes.\"\n\n1090\n\n\"Now may ye free from trouble / in God's protection fare:\nI'll bid that trusty escort / shall you have in care\nUnto Siegmund's country. / My child full dear to me,\nUnto your knights' good mercy / let it well commended be.\"\n\n1091\n\nWhen that they well perceived / how she would not depart,\nWept all the men of Siegmund / and sad they were at heart.\nIn what right heavy sorrow / Siegmund then took leave\nOf the Lady Kriemhild! / Full sore thereover must he grieve.\n\n1092\n\n\"Woe worth this journey hither,\" / the lofty monarch spake.\n\"Henceforth from merry meeting / shall nevermore o'ertake\nKing or his faithful kinsmen / what here our meed hath been.\nHere 'mid the men of Burgundy / may we never be more seen.\"\n\n1093\n\nThen spake the men of Siegfried / in open words and plain:\n\"An might we right discover / who our lord hath slain,\nWarriors bent on vengeance / shall yet lay waste this ground.\nAmong his kin in plenty / may doughty foemen be found.\"\n\n1094\n\nAnon he kissed Kriemhild / and spake sorrowfully,\nWhen she there would tarry, / and he the same did see:\n\"Now ride we joy-forsaken / home unto our land.\nFirst now what 'tis to sorrow / do I rightly understand.\"\n\n1095\n\nFrom Worms away sans escort / unto the Rhine they rode:\nI ween that they full surely / did go in such grim mood,\nThat had against them any / aught of evil dared,\nHand of keen Nibelungen / had known full well their life to guard.\n\n1096\n\nNor parting hand they offered / to any that were there.\nThen might ye see how Gernot / and likewise Giselher\nDid give him loving greeting. / That as their very own\nThey felt the wrong he suffered, / by the courteous knights and brave\n      was shown.\n\n1097\n\nThen spake in words full kindly / the royal knight Gernot:\n\"God in heaven knoweth / that of guilt I've naught\nIn the death of Siegfried, / that e'er I e'en did hear\nWho here to him were hostile. / Well may I of thy sorrow share.\"\n\n1098\n\nAn escort safe did furnish / the young knight Giselher:\nForth from out that country / he led them full of care,\nThe monarch with his warriors, / to Netherland their home.\nHow joyless is the greeting / as thither to their kin they come!\n\n1099\n\nHow fared that folk thereafter, / that can I nowise say.\nHere heard ye Kriemhild plaining / as day did follow day,\nThat none there was to comfort / her heart and sorry mood,\nDid Giselher not do it; / he faithful was to her and good.\n\n1100\n\nThe while the fair Queen Brunhild / in mood full haughty sat,\nAnd weep howe'er did Kriemhild, / but little recked she that,\nNor whit to her of pity / displayed she evermore.\nAnon was Lady Kriemhild / eke cause to her of sorrow sore.\n\n\n\n\nNINETEENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow the Nibelungen Hoard was Brought to Worms\n\n1101\n\nWhen that the noble Kriemhild / thus did widowed stand,\nRemained there with his warriors / by her in that land\nEckewart the margrave, / and served her ever true.\nAnd he did help his mistress / oft to mourn his master too.\n\n1102\n\nAt Worms a house they built her / the minster high beside,\nThat was both rich and spacious, / full long and eke full wide,\nWherein with her attendants / joyless did she dwell.\nShe sought the minster gladly, / --that to do she loved full well.\n\n1103\n\nSeldom undone she left it, / but thither went alway\nIn sorry mood where buried / her loved husband lay.\nGod begged she in his mercy / his soul in charge to keep,\nAnd, to the thane right faithful, / for him full often did she weep.\n\n1104\n\nUte and her attendants / all times a comfort bore,\nBut yet her heart was stricken / and wounded all so sore\nThat no whit might avail it / what solace e'er they brought.\nFor lover taken from her / with such grief her heart was fraught,\n\n1105\n\nAs ne'er for spouse beloved / a wife did ever show.\nThereby how high in virtue / she stood ye well might know.\nShe mourned until her ending / and while did last her life.\nAnon a mighty vengeance / wreaked the valiant Siegfried's wife.\n\n1106\n\nAnd so such load of sorrow / for her dead spouse she bore,\nThe story sayeth truly, / for years full three or more,\nNor ever unto Gunther / any word spake she,\nAnd meantime eke her enemy / Hagen never might she see.\n\n1107\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Now seek'st thou such an end,\nThat unto thee thy sister / be well-disposed friend?\nThen Nibelungen treasure / let come to this country:\nThereof thou much might'st win thee, / might Kriemhild friendly-minded\n      be.\"\n\n1108\n\nHe spake: \"Be that our effort. / My brothers' love hath she:\nThem shall we beg to win her / that she our friend may be,\nAnd that she gladly see it / that we do share her store.\"\n\"I trow it well,\" spake Hagen, / \"may such thing be nevermore.\"\n\n1109\n\nThen did he Ortwein / unto the court command\nAnd the margrave Gere. / When both were found at hand,\nThither brought they Gernot / and eke young Giselher.\nIn friendly manner sought they / to win the Lady Kriemhild there.\n\n1110\n\nThen spake of Burgundy / Gernot the warrior strong:\n\"Lady, the death of Siegfried / thou mournest all too long.\nWell will the monarch prove thee / that him he ne'er hath slain.\n'Tis heard how that right sorely / thou dost for him unending plain.\"\n\n1111\n\nShe spake: \"The king none chargeth: / t'was Hagen's hand that slew.\nWhen Hagen me did question / where might one pierce him through,\nHow might e'er thought come to me / that hate his heart did bear?\nThen 'gainst such thing to guard me,\" / spake she, \"had I ta'en good\n      care.\n\n1112\n\n\"And kept me from betraying / to evil hands his life,\nNor cause of this my weeping / had I his poor lorn wife.\nMy heart shall hate forever / who this foul deed have done.\"\nAnd further to entreat her / young Giselher had soon begun.\n\n1113\n\nWhen that to greet the monarch / a willing mind spake she,\nHim soon with noble kinsmen / before her might ye see.\nYet dare might never Hagen / unto her to go:\nOn her he'd wrought sore evil, / as well his guilty mind did know.\n\n1114\n\nWhen she no hatred meted / unto Gunther as before,\nBy Hagen to be greeted / were fitting all the more.\nHad but by his counsel / no ill to her been done,\nSo might he all undaunted / unto Kriemhild have gone.\n\n1115\n\nNor e'er was peace new offered / kindred friends among\nSealed with tears so many. / She brooded o'er her wrong.\nTo all she gave her friendship / save to one man alone.\nNor slain her spouse were ever, / were not the deed by Hagen done.\n\n1116\n\nSmall time it was thereafter / ere they did bring to pass\nThat with the Lady Kriemhild / the mighty treasure was,\nThat from Nibelungen country / she brought the Rhine unto.\nIt was her bridal portion / and 'twas fairly now her due.\n\n1117\n\nFor it did journey thither / Gernot and Giselher.\nWarriors eighty hundred / Kriemhild commanded there\nThat they should go and fetch it / where hidden it did lie,\nAnd where the good thane Alberich / with friends did guard it faithfully.\n\n1118\n\nWhen saw they coming warriors / from Rhine the hoard to take,\nAlberich the full valiant / to his friends in this wise spake:\n\"We dare not of the treasure / aught from them withhold:\nIt is her bridal portion, / --thus the noble queen hath told.\n\n1119\n\n\"Yet had we never granted,\" / spake Alberich, \"this to do,\nBut that in evil manner / the sightless mantle too\nWith the doughty Siegfried / we alike did lose,\nThe which did wear at all times / the fair Kriemhild's noble spouse.\n\n1120\n\n\"Now alas hath Siegfried / had but evil gain\nThat from us the sightless mantle / the hero thus hath ta'en,\nAnd so hath forced to serve him / all these lands around.\"\nThen went forth the porter / where full soon the keys he found.\n\n1121\n\nThere stood before the mountain / ready Kriemhild's men,\nAnd her kinsmen with them. / The treasure bore they then\nDown unto the water / where the ships they sought:\nTo where the Rhine flowed downward / across the waves the hoard they\n      brought.\n\n1122\n\nNow of the treasure further / may ye a wonder hear:\nHeavy wains a dozen / scarce the same might bear\nIn four days and nights together / from the mountain all away,\nE'en did each one of them / thrice the journey make each day.\n\n1123\n\nIn it was nothing other / than gold and jewels rare.\nAnd if to every mortal / on earth were dealt a share,\nNe'er 'twould make the treasure / by one mark the less.\nNot without good reason / forsooth would Hagen it possess.\n\n1124\n\nThe wish-rod lay among them, / of gold a little wand.\nWhosoe'er its powers / full might understand,\nThe same might make him master / o'er all the race of men.\nOf Alberich's kin full many / with Gernot returned again.\n\n1125\n\nWhen they did store the treasure / in King Gunther's land,\nAnd to royal Kriemhild / 'twas given 'neath her hand,\nStoring-rooms and towers / could scarce the measure hold.\nNevermore such wonder / might of wealth again be told.\n\n1126\n\nAnd had it e'en been greater, / yea a thousandfold,\nIf but again might Kriemhild / safe her Siegfried hold,\nFain were she empty-handed / of all the boundless store.\nSpouse than she more faithful / won a hero nevermore.\n\n1127\n\nWhen now she had the treasure, / she brought into that land\nKnights many from far distance. / Yea, dealt the lady's hand\nSo freely that such bounty / ne'er before was seen.\nHigh in honor held they / for her goodly heart the queen.\n\n1128\n\nUnto both rich and needy / began she so to give\nThat fearful soon grew Hagen, / if that she would live\nLong time in such high power, / lest she of warriors true\nSuch host might win to serve her, / that cause would be her strength to\n      rue.\n\n1129\n\nSpake Gunther then: / \"The treasure is hers and freedom too.\nWherefore shall I prevent her, / whate'er therewith she do?\nYea, nigh she did her friendship / from me evermore withhold.\nNow reck we not who shareth / or her silver or her gold.\"\n\n1130\n\nUnto the king spake Hagen: / \"No man that boasteth wit\nShould to any woman / such hoard to hold permit.\nBy gifts she yet will bring it / that will come the day\nWhen valiant men of Burgundy / rue it with good reason may.\"\n\n1131\n\nThen spake the monarch Gunther: / \"To her an oath I swore,\nThat I would cause of evil / to her be nevermore,\nWhereof henceforth I'll mind me: / sister she is to me.\"\nThen spake further Hagen: / \"Let me bear the guilt for thee.\"\n\n1132\n\nMany they were that kept not / there their plighted word:\nFrom the widow took they / all that mighty hoard:\nEvery key had Hagen / known to get in hand.\nRage filled her brother Gernot / when he the thing did understand.\n\n1133\n\nThen spake the knight Giselher: / \"Hagen here hath wrought\nSore evil to my sister: / permit this thing I'll not.\nAnd were he not my kinsman, / he'd pay it with his life.\"\nAnew did fall aweeping / then the doughty Siegfried's wife.\n\n1134\n\nThen spake the knight Gernot: / \"Ere that forever we\nBe troubled with this treasure, / let first commanded be\nDeep in the Rhine to sink it, / that no man have it more.\"\nIn sad manner plaining / Kriemhild stood Giselher before.\n\n1135\n\nShe spake: \"Beloved brother, / be mindful thou of me:\nWhat life and treasure toucheth / shalt thou my protector be.\"\nThen spake he to the lady: / \"That shall sure betide,\nWhen we again come hither: / now called we are away to ride.\"\n\n1136\n\nThe monarch and his kinsmen / rode from out the land,\nAnd in his train the bravest / ye saw on any hand:\nWent all save Hagen only, / and there he stayed for hate,\nThat he did bear to Kriemhild, / and full gladly did he that.\n\n1137\n\nEre that the mighty monarch / was thither come again,\nIn that while had Hagen / all that treasure ta'en.\nWhere Loch is by the river / all in the Rhine sank he.\nHe weened thereof to profit, / yet such thing might never be.\n\n1138\n\nThe royal knights came thither / again with many a man.\nKriemhild with her maidens / and ladies then began\nTo mourn the wrong they suffered, / that pity was to hear.\nFain had the faithful Giselher / been unto her a comforter.\n\n1139\n\nThen spake they all together: / \"Done hath he grievous wrong.\"\nBut he the princes' anger / avoided yet so long\nAt last to win their favor. / They let him live sans scathe.\nThen filled thereat was Kriemhild / as ne'er before with mickle wrath.\n\n1140\n\nEre that of Tronje Hagen / had hidden thus the hoard,\nHad they unto each other / given firm plighted word,\nThat it should lie concealed / while one of them might live.\nThereof anon nor could they / to themselves nor unto other give.\n\n1141\n\nWith renewed sorrows / heavy she was of heart\nThat so her dear-loved husband / perforce from life must part,\nAnd that of wealth they reft her. / Therefor she mourned alway,\nNor ever ceased her plaining / until was come her latest day.\n\n1142\n\nAfter the death of Siegfried / dwelt she in sorrow then,\n--Saith the tale all truly-- / full three years and ten,\nNor in that time did ever / for the knight mourn aught the less.\nTo him she was right faithful, / must all the folk of her confess.\n\n\n\n\nTWENTIETH ADVENTURE\n\nHow King Etzel sent to Burgundy for Kriemhild\n\n1143\n\nIn that same time when ended / was Lady Helke's life,\nAnd that the monarch Etzel / did seek another wife,\nTo take a highborn widow / of the land of Burgundy\nHun his friends did counsel: / Lady Kriemhild hight was she.\n\n1144\n\nSince that was ended / the fair Helke's life,\nSpake they: \"Wilt thou ever / win for thee noble wife,\nThe highest and the fairest / that ever king did win,\nTake to thee this same lady / that doughty Siegfried's spouse hath been.\"\n\n1145\n\nThen spake the mighty monarch: / \"How might that come to pass\nSince that I am a heathen, / nor named with sign of cross?\nThe lady is a Christian, / thereto she'll ne'er agree.\nWrought must be a wonder, / if the thing may ever be.\"\n\n1146\n\nThen spake again his warriors: / \"She yet may do the same.\nFor sake of thy great power / and thy full lofty name\nShalt thou yet endeavor / such noble wife to gain.\nTo woo the stately lady / might each monarch high be fain.\"\n\n1147\n\nThen spake the noble monarch: / \"Who is 'mong men of mine,\nThat knoweth land and people / dwelling far by Rhine?\"\nSpake then of Bechelaren / the trusty Ruediger:\n\"I have known from childhood / the noble queen that dwelleth there.\n\n1148\n\n\"And Gunther and Gernot, / the noble knights and good,\nAnd hight the third is Giselher: / whatever any should\nThat standeth high in honor / and virtue, doth each one:\nEke from eld their fathers / have in like noble manner done.\"\n\n1149\n\nThen spake again Etzel: / \"Friend, now shalt thou tell,\nIf she within my country / crown might wear full well--\nFor be she fair of body / as hath been told to me,\nMy friends for this their counsel / shall ever full requited be.\"\n\n1150\n\n\"She likeneth in beauty / well my high lady,\nHelke that was so stately. / Nor forsooth might be\nIn all this world a fairer / spouse of king soe'er.\nWhom taketh she for wooer, / glad of heart and mind he were.\"\n\n1151\n\nHe spake: \"Make trial, Ruediger, / as thou hold'st me dear.\nAnd if by Lady Kriemhild / e'er I lie full near,\nTherefor will I requite thee / as in best mode I may:\nSo hast thou then fulfilled / all my wish in fullest way.\n\n1152\n\n\"Stores from out my treasure / I'll bid to thee to give,\nThat thou with thy companions / merry long shalt live,\nOf steeds and rich apparel / what thou wilt have to share.\nThereof unto thy journey / I'll bid in measure full prepare.\"\n\n1153\n\nThereto did give him answer / the margrave Ruediger:\n\"Did I thy treasure covet / unworthy thing it were.\nGladly will I thy messenger / be unto the Rhine,\nFrom my own store provided: / all have I e'en from hand of thine.\"\n\n1154\n\nThen spake the mighty monarch: / \"When now wilt thou fare\nTo seek the lovely lady? / God of thee have care\nTo keep thee on thy journey / and eke a wife to me.\nTherein good fortune help me, / that she to us shall gracious be.\"\n\n1155\n\nThen again spake Ruediger: / \"Ere that this land we quit,\nMust we first prepare us / arms and apparel fit,\nThat we may thus in honor / in royal presence stand.\nTo the Rhine I'll lead five hundred / warriors, a doughty band.\n\n1156\n\n\"Wherever they in Burgundy / me and my men may see,\nShall they all and single / then confess of thee\nThat ne'er from any monarch / so many warriors went\nAs now to bear thy message / thou far unto the Rhine hast sent.\n\n1157\n\n\"May it not, O mighty monarch, / thee from thy purpose move:\nErstwhile unto Siegfried / she gave her noble love,\nWho scion is of Siegmund: / him thou here hast seen.\nWorthy highest honor / verily the knight had been.\"\n\n1158\n\nThen answered him King Etzel: / \"Was she the warrior's wife,\nSo worthy was of honor / the noble prince in life,\nThat I the royal lady / therefor no whit despise.\n'Tis her surpassing beauty / that shall be joy unto mine eyes.\"\n\n1159\n\nThen further spake the margrave: / \"Hear then what I do say:\nAfter days four-and-twenty / shall we from hence away.\nTidings to Gotelinde / I'll send, my spouse full dear,\nThat I to Lady Kriemhild / myself will be thy messenger.\"\n\n1160\n\nAway to Bechelaren / sent then Ruediger.\nBoth sad his spouse and joyous / was the news to hear.\nHe told how for the monarch / a wife he was to woo:\nWith love she well remembered / the fair Lady Helke too.\n\n1161\n\nWhen that the margravine / did the message hear,\nIn part 'twas sorrow to her, / and weep she must in fear\nAt having other mistress / than hers had been before.\nTo think on Lady Helke / did grieve her inmost heart full sore.\n\n1162\n\nRuediger from Hunland / in seven days did part,\nWhereat the monarch Etzel / merry was of heart.\nWhen at Vienna city / all was ready for the way,\nTo begin the journey / might he longer not delay.\n\n1163\n\nAt Bechelaren waited / Gotelinde there,\nAnd eke the young margravine, / daughter of Ruediger,\nWas glad at thought her father / and all his men to see.\nAnd many a lovely maiden / looked to the coming joyfully.\n\n1164\n\nEre that to Bechelaren / rode noble Ruediger\nFrom out Vienna city, / was rich equipment there\nFor them in fullest measure / on carrying-horses brought,\nThat went in such wise guarded / that robber hand disturbed them not.\n\n1165\n\nWhen they at Bechelaren / within the town did stand,\nHis fellows on the journey / did the host command\nTo lead to fitting quarters / and tend carefully.\nThe stately Gotelinde, / glad she was her spouse to see.\n\n1166\n\nEke his lovely daughter / the youthful margravine,--\nTo her had nothing dearer / than his coming been.\nThe warriors too from Hunland, / what joy for her they make!\nWith a laughing spirit / to all the noble maiden spake:\n\n1167\n\n\"Be now to us right welcome, / my father and all his men.\"\nFairest thanks on all sides / saw ye offered then\nUnto the youthful margravine / by many a valiant knight.\nHow Ruediger was minded / knew Gotelinde aright.\n\n1168\n\nWhen then that night she / by Ruediger lay,\nQuestioned him the margravine / in full loving way,\nWherefore had sent him thither / the king of Hunland.\nHe spake: \"My Lady Gotelinde, / that shalt thou gladly understand.\n\n1169\n\n\"My master now hath sent me / to woo him other wife,\nSince that by death was ended / the fair Helke's life.\nNow will I to Kriemhild / ride unto the Rhine:\nShe shall here in Hunland / be spouse to him and stately queen.\"\n\n1170\n\n\"God will it,\" spake Gotelinde, / \"and well the same might be,\nSince that so high in honor / ever standeth she.\nThe death of my good mistress / we then may better bear;\nEke might we grant her gladly / among the Huns a crown to wear.\"\n\n1171\n\nThen spake to her the margrave: / \"Thou shalt, dear lady mine,\nTo them that shall ride with me / thither unto the Rhine,\nIn right bounteous manner / deal out a goodly share.\nGood knights go lighter-hearted / when they well provided fare.\"\n\n1172\n\nShe spake: \"None is among them, / an he would take from me,\nBut I will give whatever / to him may pleasing be,\nEre that ye part thither, / thou and thy good men.\"\nThereto spake the margrave: / \"So dost thou all my wishes then.\"\n\n1173\n\nSilken stuffs in plenty / they from her chamber bore,\nAnd to the knights full noble / dealt out in goodly store,\nMantles lined all richly / from collar down to spur.\nWhat for the journey pleased him / did choose therefrom Sir Ruediger.\n\n1174\n\nUpon the seventh morning / from Bechelaren went\nThe knight with train of warriors. / Attire and armament\nBore they in fullest measure / through the Bavarian land,\nAnd ne'er upon the journey / dared assail them robber band.\n\n1175\n\nUnto the Rhine then came they / ere twelve days were flown,\nAnd there were soon the tidings / of their coming known.\n'Twas told unto the monarch / and with him many a man,\nHow strangers came unto him. / To question then the king began,\n\n1176\n\nIf any was did know them, / for he would gladly hear.\nThey saw their carrying-horses / right heavy burdens bear:\nThat they were knights of power / knew they well thereby.\nLodgings they made them ready / in the wide city speedily.\n\n1177\n\nWhen that the strangers / had passed within the gate\nEvery eye did gaze on / the knights that came in state,\nAnd mickle was the wonder / whence to the Rhine they came.\nThen sent the king for Hagen, / if he perchance might know the same.\n\n1178\n\nThen spake he of Tronje: / \"These knights I ne'er have seen,\nYet when we now behold them / I'll tell thee well, I ween,\nFrom whence they now ride hither / unto this country.\nAn I not straightway know them, / from distant land in sooth they be.\"\n\n1179\n\nFor the guests fit lodgings / now provided were.\nClad in rich apparel / came the messenger,\nAnd to the court his fellows / did bear him company.\nSumptuous attire / wore they, wrought full cunningly.\n\n1180\n\nThen spake the doughty Hagen: / \"As far as goes my ken,\nFor that long time the noble / knight I not have seen,\nCome they in such manner / as were it Ruediger,\nThe valiant thane from Hunland, / that leads the stately riders here.\"\n\n1181\n\nThen straightway spake the monarch: / \"How shall I understand\nThat he of Bechelaren / should come unto this land?\"\nScarce had King Gunther / his mind full spoken there,\nWhen saw full surely Hagen / that 'twas the noble Ruediger.\n\n1182\n\nHe and his friends then hastened / with warmest welcoming.\nThen saw ye knights five hundred / adown from saddle spring,\nAnd were those knights of Hunland / received in fitting way.\nMessengers ne'er beheld ye / attired in so fine array.\n\n1183\n\nHagen of Tronje, / with voice full loud spake he:\n\"Unto these thanes full noble / a hearty welcome be,\nTo the lord of Bechelaren / and his men every one.\"\nThereat was fitting honor / done to every valiant Hun.\n\n1184\n\nThe monarch's nearest kinsmen / went forth the guests to meet.\nOf Metz the knight Sir Ortwein / Ruediger thus did greet:\n\"The while our life hath lasted, / never yet hath guest\nHere been seen so gladly: / be that in very truth confessed.\"\n\n1185\n\nFor that greeting thanked they / the brave knights one and all.\nWith train of high attendants / they passed unto the hall,\nWhere valiant men a many / stood round the monarch's seat.\nThe king arose from settle / in courteous way the guests to greet.\n\n1186\n\nRight courteously he greeted / then the messenger.\nGunther and Gernot, / full busy both they were\nFor stranger and companions / a welcome fit to make.\nThe noble knight Sir Ruediger / by the hand the king did take.\n\n1187\n\nHe led him to the settle / where himself he sat:\nHe bade pour for the strangers / (a welcome work was that)\nMead the very choicest / and the best of wine,\nThat e'er ye might discover / in all the lands about the Rhine.\n\n1188\n\nGiselher and Gere / joined the company too,\nEke Dankwart and Volker, / when that they knew\nThe coming of the strangers: / glad they were of mood,\nAnd greeted 'fore the monarch / fair the noble knights and good.\n\n1189\n\nThen spake unto his master / of Tronje the knight:\n\"Let our thanes seek ever / fully to requite\nWhat erstwhile the margrave / in love to us hath done:\nFair Gotelinde's husband / our gratitude full well hath won.\"\n\n1190\n\nThereto spake King Gunther: / \"Withhold it not I may.\nHow they both do bear them, / tell me now, I pray,\nEtzel and Helke / afar in Hunland.\"\nThen answered him the margrave: / \"Fain would I have thee understand.\"\n\n1191\n\nThen rose he from the settle / and his men every one.\nHe spake unto the monarch: / \"An may the thing be done,\nAnd is't thy royal pleasure, / so will I naught withhold,\nBut the message that I bring thee / shall full willingly be told.\"\n\n1192\n\nHe spake: \"What tale soever, / doth this thy message make,\nI grant thee leave to tell it, / nor further counsel take.\nNow shalt thou let us hear it, / me and my warriors too,\nFor fullest leave I grant thee / thy high purpose to pursue.\"\n\n1193\n\nThen spake the upright messenger: / \"Hither to thee at Rhine\nDoth faithful service tender / master high of mine;\nTo all thy kinsmen likewise, / as many as may be:\nEke is this my message / borne in all good will to thee.\n\n1194\n\n\"To thee the noble monarch / bids tell his tale of need.\nHis folk 's forlorn and joyless; / my mistress high is dead,\nHelke the full stately / my good master's wife,\nWhereby now is orphaned / full many a fair maiden's life,\n\n1195\n\n\"Children of royal parents / for whom hath cared her hand:\nThereby doth the country / in plight full sorry stand.\nAlack, nor is there other / that them with love may tend.\nI ween the time long distant / eke when the monarch's grief shall end.\"\n\n1196\n\n\"God give him meed,\" spake Gunther, / \"that he so willingly\nDoth offer thus good service / to my kinsmen and to me--\nI joy that I his greeting / here have heard this day--\nThe which with glad endeavor / my kinsmen and my men shall pay.\"\n\n1197\n\nThereto the knight of Burgundy, / the valiant Gernot, said:\n\"The world may ever rue it / that Helke fair lies dead,\nSo manifold the virtues / that did her life adorn.\"\nA willing testimony / by Hagen to the words was borne.\n\n1198\n\nThereto again spake Ruediger / the noble messenger:\n\"Since thou, O king, dost grant it, / shalt thou now further hear\nWhat message 'tis my master / beloved hath hither sent,\nFor that since death of Helke / his days he hath in sorrow spent.\n\n1199\n\n\"'Tis told my lord that Kriemhild / doth widowed live alone,\nAnd dead is doughty Siegfried. / May now such thing be done,\nAnd wilt thou grant that favor, / a crown she then shall wear\nBefore the knights of Etzel: / this message from my lord I bear.\"\n\n1200\n\nThen spake the mighty monarch / --a king he was of grace--\n\"My will in this same matter / she'll hear, an so she please.\nThereof will I instruct thee / ere three days are passed by--\nEre I her mind have sounded, / wherefore to Etzel this deny?\"\n\n1201\n\nMeanwhile for the strangers / bade they make cheer the best\nIn sooth so were they tended / that Ruediger confessed\nHe had 'mong men of Gunther / of friends a goodly store.\nHagen full glad did serve him, / as he had Hagen served of yore.\n\n1202\n\nThus there did tarry Ruediger / until the third day.\nThe king did counsel summon / --he moved in wisest way--\nIf that unto his kinsmen / seemed it fitting thing,\nThat Kriemhild take unto her / for spouse Etzel the king.\n\n1203\n\nTogether all save Hagen / did the thing advise,\nAnd unto King Gunther / spake he in this wise:\n\"An hast thou still thy senses, / of that same thing beware,\nThat, be she ne'er so willing, / thou lend'st thyself her will to share.\"\n\n1204\n\n\"Wherefore,\" spake then Gunther, / \"should I allow it not?\nWhene'er doth fortune favor / Kriemhild in aught,\nThat shall I gladly grant her, / for sister dear is she.\nYea, ought ourselves to seek it, / might it but her honor be.\"\n\n1205\n\nThereto gave answer Hagen: / \"Now such words give o'er.\nWere Etzel known unto thee / as unto me of yore,\nAnd did'st thou grant her to him, / as 'tis thy will I hear,\nThen wouldst thou first have reason / for thy later weal to fear.\"\n\n1206\n\n\"Wherefore?\" spake then Gunther. / \"Well may I care for that,\nE'er to thwart his temper / that so I aught of hate\nAt his hands should merit, / an if his wife she be.\"\nThereto gave answer Hagen: / \"Such counsel hast thou ne'er of me.\"\n\n1207\n\nThen did they bid for Gernot / and Giselher to go,\nFor wished they of the royal / twain their mind to know,\nIf that the mighty monarch / Kriemhild for spouse should take.\nYet Hagen and none other / thereto did opposition make.\n\n1208\n\nThen spake of Burgundy / Giselher the thane:\n\"Well may'st thou now, friend Hagen, / show upright mind again:\nFor sorrows wrought upon her / may'st thou her well requite.\nHowe'er she findeth fortune, / ne'er should it be in thy despite.\"\n\n1209\n\n\"Yea, hast thou to my sister / so many sorrows done,\"\nSo spake further Giselher, / the full noble thane,\n\"That fullest reason hath she / to mete thee naught but hate.\nIn sooth was never lady / than she bereft of joy more great.\"\n\n1210\n\n\"What I do know full certain, / that known to all I make:\nIf e'er shall come the hour / that she do Etzel take,\nShe'll work us yet sore evil, / howe'er the same she plan.\nThen in sooth will serve her / full many a keen and doughty man.\"\n\n1211\n\nIn answer then to Hagen / the brave Gernot said:\n\"With us doth lie to leave it / until they both be dead,\nEre that we ride ever / unto Etzel's land.\nThat we be faithful to her / doth honor meantime sure command.\"\n\n1212\n\nThereto again spake Hagen: / \"Gainsay me here may none.\nAnd shall the noble Kriemhild / e'er sit 'neath Helke's crown,\nHowe'er she that accomplish, / she'll do us grievous hurt.\nGood knights, therefrom to keep you / doth better with your weal\n      consort.\"\n\n1213\n\nIn anger spake then Giselher / the son of Ute the fair:\n\"None shall yet among us / himself like traitor bear.\nWhat honor e'er befall her, / rejoice thereat should we.\nWhate'er thou sayest, Hagen, / true helper shall she find in me.\"\n\n1214\n\nWhen that heard it Hagen / straightway waxed he wroth.\nGernot and Giselher / the knights high-minded both,\nAnd Gunther, mighty monarch, / did counsel finally,\nIf that did wish it Kriemhild, / by them 'twould unopposed be.\n\n1215\n\nThen spake the margrave Gere: / \"That lady will I tell\nHow that of royal Etzel / she may think full well.\nIn fear are subject to him / brave warriors many a one:\nWell may he recompense her / for wrong that e'er to her was done.\"\n\n1216\n\nThen went the knight full valiant / where he did Kriemhild find,\nAnd straightway spake unto her / upon her greeting kind:\n\"Me may'st thou gladly welcome / with messengers high meed.\nFortune hath come to part thee / now from all thy bitter need.\n\n1217\n\n\"For sake of love he bears thee, / lady, doth seek thy hand\nOne of all the highest / that e'er o'er monarch's land\nDid rule in fullest honor, / or ever crown might wear:\nHigh knights do bring the message, / which same thy brother bids thee\n      hear.\"\n\n1218\n\nThen spake she rich in sorrow: / \"Now God forbid to thee\nAnd all I have of kinsmen / that aught of mockery\nThey do on me, poor woman. / What were I unto one,\nWho e'er at heart the joyance / of a noble wife hath known?\"\n\n1219\n\nMuch did she speak against it. / Anon as well came there\nGernot her brother / and the young Giselher.\nIn loving wise they begged her / her mourning heart to cheer:\nAn would she take the monarch, / verily her weal it were.\n\n1220\n\nYet might not then by any / the lady's mind be bent,\nThat any man soever / to love she would consent.\nThereon the thanes besought her: / \"Now grant the thing to be,\nAn dost thou nothing further, / that the messenger thou deign'st to see.\"\n\n1221\n\n\"That will I not deny you,\" / spake the high lady,\n\"That the noble Ruediger / I full gladly see,\nSuch knightly grace adorns him. / Were he not messenger,\nAnd came there other hither / by him I all unspoken were.\"\n\n1222\n\nShe spake: \"Upon the morrow / bid him hither fare\nUnto this my chamber. / Then shall he fully hear\nHow that do stand my wishes, / the which I'll tell him true.\"\nOf her full grievous sorrow / was she minded thus anew.\n\n1223\n\nEke not else desired / the noble Ruediger\nThan that by the lady / leave thus granted were:\nHe knew himself so skilful, / might he such favor earn,\nSo should he her full certain / from her spoken purpose turn.\n\n1224\n\nUpon the morrow early / when that the mass was sung\nCame the noble messengers, / whereof a mickle throng.\nThey that should Sir Ruediger / to court bear company,\nMany a man full stately / in rich apparel might ye see.\n\n1225\n\nKriemhild, dame high-stated, / --full sad she was of mood--\nThere Ruediger awaited, / the noble knight and good.\nHe found her in such raiment / as daily she did wear:\nThe while were her attendants / in dresses clad full rich and rare,\n\n1226\n\nUnto the threshold went she / the noble guest to meet,\nAnd the man of Etzel / did she full kindly greet.\nTwelve knights there did enter, / himself and eleven more,\nAnd well were they received: / to her such guests came ne'er before.\n\n1227\n\nThe messenger to seat him / and his men they gave command.\nThe twain valiant margraves / saw ye before her stand,\nEckewart and Gere, / the noble knights and keen,\nSuch was the lady's sorrow, / none saw ye there of cheerful mien.\n\n1228\n\nThey saw before her sitting / full many a lady fair,\nAnd yet the Lady Kriemhild / did naught but sorrow there.\nThe dress upon her bosom / was wet with tears that fell,\nAnd soon the noble margrave / perceived her mickle grief full well.\n\n1229\n\nThen spake the lofty messenger: / \"Daughter of king full high,\nTo me and these my fellows / that bear me company\nDeign now the grace to grant us / that we before thee stand\nAnd tell to thee the tidings / wherefore we rode unto thy land.\"\n\n1230\n\n\"That grace to thee is granted,\" / spake the lofty queen;\n\"Whate'er may be thy message, / I'll let it now be seen\nThat I do hear it gladly: / thou'rt welcome messenger.\"\nThat fruitless was their errand / deemed the others well to hear.\n\n1231\n\nThen spake of Bechelaren / the noble Ruediger:\n\"Pledge of true love unto thee / from lofty king I bear,\nEtzel who bids thee, lady, / here royal compliment:\nHe hath to woo thy favor / knights full worthy hither sent.\n\n1232\n\n\"His love to thee he offers / full heartily and free:\nFidelity that lasteth / he plighteth unto thee,\nAs erst to Lady Helke / who o'er his heart held sway.\nYea, thinking on her virtues / hath he full oft had joyless day.\"\n\n1233\n\nThen spake the royal lady: / \"O Margrave Ruediger,\nIf that known to any / my sharp sorrows were,\nBesought then were I never / again to take me spouse.\nSuch ne'er was won by lady / as the husband I did lose.\"\n\n1234\n\n\"What is that sootheth sorrow,\" / the valiant knight replied,\n\"An be't not loving friendship / whene'er that may betide,\nAnd that each mortal choose him / who his delight shall be?\nNaught is that so availeth / to keep the heart from sorrow free.\n\n1235\n\n\"Wilt thou minded be to love him, / this noble master mine,\nO'er mighty crowns a dozen / the power shall be thine.\nThereto of princes thirty / my lord shall give thee land,\nThe which hath all subdued / the prowess of his doughty hand.\n\n1236\n\n\"O'er many a knight full worthy / eke mistress shalt thou be\nThat my Lady Helke / did serve right faithfully,\nAnd over many a lady / that served amid her train,\nOf high and royal lineage,\" / spake the keen and valiant thane.\n\n1237\n\n\"Thereto my lord will give thee / --he bids to thee make known--\nIf that beside the monarch / thou deign'st to wear a crown,\nPower in fullest measure / that Helke e'er might boast:\nThe same in lordly manner / shalt thou wield o'er Etzel's host.\"\n\n1238\n\nThen spake the royal lady: / \"How might again my life\nHave thereof desire / to be a hero's wife?\nHath death in one already / wrought me such sorrows sore,\nThat joyless must my days be / from this time for evermore.\"\n\n1239\n\nThen spake the men of Hunland: / \"O royal high lady,\nThy life shall there by Etzel / so full of honor be\nThy heart 'twill ever gladden / if but may be such thing:\nFull many a thane right stately / doth homage to the mighty king.\n\n1240\n\n\"Might but Helke's maidens / and they that wait on thee\nE'er be joined together / in one royal company,\nWell might brave knights to see them / wax merry in their mood.\nBe, lady, now persuaded / --'tis verily thy surest good.\"\n\n1241\n\nShe spake in courteous manner: / \"Let further parley be\nUntil doth come the morrow. / Then hither come to me.\nSo will I give my answer / to bear upon your way.\"\nThe noble knights and worthy / must straight therein her will obey.\n\n1242\n\nWhen all from thence were parted / and had their lodgings sought,\nThen bade the noble lady / that Giselher be brought,\nAnd eke with him her mother. / To both she then did tell\nThat meet for her was weeping, / and naught might fit her mood so well.\n\n1243\n\nThen spake her brother Giselher: / \"Sister, to me 'tis told--\nAnd well may I believe it-- / that thy grief manifold\nEtzel complete will scatter, / an tak'st thou him for man.\nWhate'er be other's counsel, / meseems it were a thing well done.\"\n\n1244\n\nFurther eke spake Giselher: / \"Console thee well may he.\nFrom Rhone unto Rhine river, / from Elbe unto the sea,\nKing there is none other / that holds so lordly sway.\nAn he for spouse do take thee, / gladden thee full well he may.\"\n\n1245\n\n\"Brother loved full dearly, / wherefore dost counsel it?\nTo mourn and weep forever / doth better me befit.\nHow may I 'mid warriors / appear in royal state?\nWas ever fair my body, / of beauty now 'tis desolate.\"\n\n1246\n\nThen spake the Lady Ute / her daughter dear unto:\n\"The thing thy brother counsels, / my loving child, that do.\nBy thy friends be guided, / then with thee well 'twill be.\nLong time it now hath grieved me / thee thus disconsolate to see.\"\n\n1247\n\nThen prayed she God with fervor / that he might her provide\nWith store of gold and silver / and raiment rich beside,\nAs erstwhile when her husband / did live a stately thane:\nSince then so happy hour / never had she known again.\n\n1248\n\nIn her own bosom thought she: / \"An shall I not deny\nMy body to a heathen / --a Christian lady I--\nSo must I while life lasteth / have shame to be my own.\nAn gave he realms unnumbered, / such thing by me might ne'er be done.\"\n\n1249\n\nAnd there withal she left it. / The night through until day,\nUpon her couch the lady / with mind full troubled lay.\nNor yet her eyes full shining / of tears at all were free,\nUntil upon the morrow / forth to matins issued she.\n\n1250\n\nWhen for mass was sounded, / came there the kings likewise.\nAgain did they their sister / by faithful word advise\nTo take for spouse unto her / of Hunland the king.\nAll joyless was the visage / they saw the lady thither bring.\n\n1251\n\nThey bade the men of Etzel / thither lead again,\nWho unto their country / fain their leave had ta'en,\nTheir message won or fruitless, / how that soe'er might be.\nUnto the court came Ruediger. / Full eager were his company\n\n1252\n\nBy the knight to be informed / how the thing befell,\nAnd if betimes they knew it / 'twould please them all full well,\nFor weary was the journey / and long unto their land.\nSoon did the noble Ruediger / again in Kriemhild's presence stand.\n\n1253\n\nIn full earnest manner / then the knight gan pray\nThe high royal lady / that she to him might say\nWhat were from her the message / to Etzel he should bear.\nNaught but denial only / did he from the lady hear,\n\n1254\n\nFor that her love might never / by man again be won.\nThereto spake the margrave: / \"Ill such thing were done.\nWherefore such fair body / wilt thou to ruin give?\nSpouse of knight full worthy / may'st thou yet in honor live.\"\n\n1255\n\nNaught booted how they besought her, / till that Ruediger\nSpake in secret manner / in the high lady's ear,\nHow Etzel should requite her / for ills she e'er did know.\nThen gan her mickle sorrow / milder at the thought to grow.\n\n1256\n\nUnto the queen then spake he: / \"Let now thy weeping be.\nIf 'mong the Huns hadst thou / other none than me\nAnd my faithful kinsmen / and my good men alone,\nSorely must he repay it / who hath aught to thee of evil done.\"\n\n1257\n\nThereat apace all lighter / the lady's sorrow grew,\nShe spake: \"So swear thou truly, / what any 'gainst me do,\nThat thou wilt be the foremost / my sorrows to requite.\"\nThereto spake the margrave: / \"Lady, to thee my word I plight.\"\n\n1258\n\nWith all his men together / sware then Ruediger\nFaithfully to serve her, / and in all things whatsoe'er\nNaught would e'er deny her / the thanes from Etzel's land,\nWhereof she might have honor: / thereto gave Ruediger his hand.\n\n1259\n\nThen thought the faithful lady: / \"Since I thus have won\nBand of friends so faithful, / care now have I none\nHow shall speak the people / in my sore need of me.\nThe death of my loved husband / perchance shall yet avenged be.\"\n\n1260\n\nThought she: \"Since hath Etzel / so many knights and true,\nAn shall I but command them, / whate'er I will I do.\nEke hath he such riches / that free may be my hand:\nBereft of all my treasure / by Hagen's faithless art I stand.\"\n\n1261\n\nThen spake she unto Ruediger: / \"Were it not, as I do know,\nThe king is yet a heathen, / so were I fain to go\nWhithersoe'er he willed it, / and take him for my lord.\"\nThereto spake the margrave: / \"Lady, no longer hold such word.\n\n1262\n\n\"Such host he hath of warriors / who Christians are as we,\nThat beside the monarch / may care ne'er come to thee.\nYea, may he be baptized / through thee to Christian life:\nWell may'st thou then rejoice thee / to be the royal Etzel's wife.\"\n\n1263\n\nThen spake again her brother: / \"Sister, thy favor lend,\nThat now all thy sorrow / thereby may have an end.\"\nAnd so long they besought her / that full of sadness she\nHer word at length had plighted / the monarch Etzel's wife to be.\n\n1264\n\nShe spake: \"You will I follow, / I most lorn lady,\nThat I fare to Hunland, / as soon as it may be\nThat I friends have ready / to lead me to his land.\"\nBefore the knights assembled / fair Kriemhild pledged thereto her hand.\n\n1265\n\nThen spake again the margrave: / \"Two knights do serve thee true,\nAnd I thereof have many: / 'tis easy thing to do,\nThat thee with fitting honor / across the Rhine we guide.\nNor shalt thou, lady, longer / here in Burgundy abide.\n\n1266\n\n\"Good men have I five hundred, / and eke my kinsmen stand\nReady here to serve thee / and far in Etzel's land,\nLady, at thy bidding. / And I do pledge the same,\nWhene'er thou dost admonish, / to serve thee without cause for shame.\n\n1267\n\n\"Now bid with full equipment / thy horses to prepare:\nRuediger's true counsel / will bring thee sorrow ne'er;\nAnd tell it to thy maidens / whom thou wilt take with thee.\nFull many a chosen warrior / on the way shall join our company.\"\n\n1268\n\nThey had full rich equipment / that once their train arrayed\nThe while that yet lived Siegfried, / so might she many a maid\nIn honor high lead with her, / as she thence would fare.\nWhat steeds all rich caparisoned / awaited the high ladies there!\n\n1269\n\nIf till that time they ever / in richest dress were clad,\nThereof now for their journey / full store was ready made,\nFor that they of the monarch / had such tidings caught.\nFrom chests longtime well bolted / forth the treasures rich were brought.\n\n1270\n\nLittle were they idle / until the fifth day,\nBut sought rich dress that folded / secure in covers lay.\nKriemhild wide did open / all her treasure there,\nAnd largess great would give she / unto the men of Ruediger.\n\n1271\n\nStill had she of the treasure / of Nibelungenland,\n(She weened the same in Hunland / to deal with bounteous hand)\nSo great that hundred horses / ne'er the whole might bear.\nHow stood the mind of Kriemhild, / came the tidings unto Hagen's ear.\n\n1272\n\nHe spake: \"Since Kriemhild never / may me in favor hold,\nE'en so here must tarry / Siegfried's store of gold.\nWherefore unto mine enemies / such mickle treasure go?\nWhat with the treasure Kriemhild / intendeth, that full well I know.\n\n1273\n\n\"Might she but take it thither, / in sooth believe I that,\n'Twould be dealt out in largess / to stir against me hate.\nNor own they steeds sufficient / the same to bear away.\n'Twill safe be kept by Hagen / --so shall they unto Kriemhild say.\"\n\n1274\n\nWhen she did hear the story, / with grief her heart was torn.\nEke unto the monarchs / all three the tale was borne.\nFain would they prevent it: / yet when that might not be,\nSpake the noble Ruediger / in this wise full joyfully:\n\n1275\n\n\"Wherefore, queen full stately, / weep'st thou o'er this gold?\nFor thee will King Etzel / in such high favor hold\nWhen but his eyes behold thee, / to thee such store he'll give\nThat ne'er thou may'st exhaust it: / that, lady, by my word believe.\"\n\n1276\n\nThereto the queen gave answer: / \"Full noble Ruediger,\nGreater treasure never / king's daughter had for share\nThan this that Hagen from me / now hath ta'en away.\"\nThen went her brother Gernot / to the chamber where the treasure lay.\n\n1277\n\nWith force he stuck the monarch's / key into the door,\nAnd soon of Kriemhild's treasure / they from the chamber bore\nMarks full thirty thousand / or e'en more plenteously.\nHe bade the guests to take it, / which pleased King Gunther well to see.\n\n1278\n\nThen Gotelinde's husband / of Bechelaren spake:\n\"An if my Lady Kriemhild / with her complete might take\nWhat treasure e'er came hither / from Nibelungenland,\nNe'er a whit would touch it / mine or my royal lady's hand.\n\n1279\n\n\"Now bid them here to keep it, / for ne'er the same I'll touch.\nYea brought I from my country / of mine own wealth so much,\nThat we upon our journey / may be full well supplied,\nAnd ne'er have lack in outlay / as in state we homeward ride.\"\n\n1280\n\nChests well filled a dozen / from the time of old\nHad for their own her maidens, / of the best of gold\nThat e'er ye might discover: / now thence away 'twas borne,\nAnd jewels for the ladies / upon the journey to be worn.\n\n1281\n\nOf the might she yet was fearful / of Hagen grim and bold.\nStill had she of mass-money / a thousand marks in gold,\nThat gave she for the soul's rest / of her husband dear.\nSuch loving deed and faithful / did touch the heart of Ruediger.\n\n1282\n\nThen spake the lady mournful: / \"Who now that loveth me,\nAnd for the love they bear me / may willing exiles be,\nWho with me to Hunland / now away shall ride?\nTake they of my treasure / and steeds and meet attire provide.\"\n\n1283\n\nThen did the margrave Eckewart / answer thus the queen:\n\"Since I from the beginning / of thy train have been,\nHave I e'er right faithful / served thee,\" spake the thane,\n\"And to the end I'll ever / thus faithful unto thee remain.\n\n1284\n\n\"Eke will I lead with me / five hundred of my men,\nWhom I grant to serve thee / in faithful way again.\nNor e'er shall we be parted / till that we be dead.\"\nLow bowing thanked him Kriemhild, / as verily might be his meed.\n\n1285\n\nForth were brought the horses, / for that they thence would fare.\nThen was a mickle weeping / of friends that parted there.\nUte, queen full stately, / and many a lady more\nShowed that from Lady Kriemhild / to part did grieve their hearts full\n      sore.\n\n1286\n\nA hundred stately maidens / with her she led away,\nAnd as for them was fitting, / full rich was their array.\nMany a bitter tear-drop / from shining eye fell down:\nYet joys knew they full many / eke in Etzel's land anon.\n\n1287\n\nThither came Sir Giselher / and Gernot as well,\nAnd with them train of followers, / as duty did compel.\nSafe escort would they furnish / for their dear sister then,\nAnd with them led of warriors / a thousand brave and stately men.\n\n1288\n\nThen came the valiant Gere, / and Ortwein eke came he:\nRumold the High Steward / might not absent be.\nUnto the Danube did they / night-quarters meet provide.\nShort way beyond the city / did the royal Gunther ride.\n\n1289\n\nEre from the Rhine they started / had they forward sent\nMessengers that full quickly / unto Hunland went,\nAnd told unto the monarch / how that Ruediger\nFor spouse at length had won him / the high-born queen beyond compare.\n\n\n\n\nTWENTY-FIRST ADVENTURE\n\nHow Kriemhild fared to the Huns\n\n1290\n\nThe messengers leave we riding. / Now shall ye understand\nHow did the Lady Kriemhild / journey through the land,\nAnd where from her were parted / Gernot and Giselher.\nUpon her had they waited / as faithful unto her they were.\n\n1291\n\nAs far as to the Danube / at Vergen did they ride,\nWhere must be the parting / from their royal sister's side,\nFor that again they homeward / would ride unto the Rhine.\nNo eye but wet from weeping / in all the company was seen.\n\n1292\n\nGiselher the valiant / thus to his sister said:\n\"If that thou ever, lady, / need hast of my aid,\nAnd fronts thee aught of trouble, / give me to understand,\nAnd straight I'll ride to serve thee / afar unto King Etzel's land.\"\n\n1293\n\nUpon the mouth then kissed she / all her friends full dear.\nThe escort soon had taken / eke leave of Ruediger\nAnd the margrave's warriors / in manner lovingly.\nWith the queen upon her journey / went many a maid full fair to see.\n\n1294\n\nFour beyond a hundred / there were, all richly clad\nIn silk of cunning pattern. / Many a shield full broad\nOn the way did guard the ladies / in hand of valiant thane.\nFull many a stately warrior / from thence did backward turn again.\n\n1295\n\nThence away they hastened / down through Bavarian land.\nSoon were told the tidings / how that was at hand\nA mickle host of strangers, / where a cloister stands from yore\nAnd where the Inn its torrent / doth into Danube river pour.\n\n1296\n\nAt Passau in the city / a lordly bishop bode.\nEmpty soon each lodging / and bishop's palace stood:\nTo Bavarian land they hastened / the high guests to meet,\nAnd there the Bishop Pilgrim / the Lady Kriemhild fair did greet.\n\n1297\n\nThe warriors of that country / no whit grieved they were\nThus to see follow with her / so many a maiden fair.\nUpon those high-born ladies / their eyes with joy did rest,\nFull comfortable quarters / prepared they for each noble guest.\n\n1298\n\nWith his niece the bishop / unto Passau rode.\nWhen among the burghers / the story went abroad,\nThat thither was come Kriemhild, / the bishop's niece full fair,\nSoon did the towns-people / reception meet for her prepare.\n\n1299\n\nThere to have them tarry / was the bishop fain.\nTo him spake Sir Eckewart: / \"Here may we not remain.\nUnto Ruediger's country / must we journey down.\nThanes many there await us, / to whom our coming well is known.\"\n\n1300\n\nThe tidings now knew likewise / Lady Gotelinde fair.\nHerself and noble daughter / did them quick prepare.\nMessage she had from Ruediger / that he well pleased would be,\nShould she unto Lady / Kriemhild show such courtesy,\n\n1301\n\nThat she ride forth to meet her, / and bring his warriors true\nUpward unto the Ense. / When they the tidings knew,\nSaw ye how on all sides / they thronged the busy way.\nForth to meet the strangers / rode and eke on foot went they.\n\n1302\n\nAs far as Everdingen / meanwhile was come the queen:\nIn that Bavarian country / on the way were never seen\nRobbers seeking plunder, / as e'er their custom was:\nOf fear from such a quarter / had the travellers little cause.\n\n1303\n\n'Gainst that had well provided / the noble margrave:\nA band he led that numbered / good thousand warriors brave.\nThere was eke come Gotelinde, / spouse of Ruediger,\nAnd bearing her high company / full many noble knights there were.\n\n1304\n\nWhen came they o'er the Traune / by Ense on the green,\nThere full many an awning / outstretched and tent was seen,\nWherein that night the strangers / should find them welcome rest.\nWell was made provision / by Ruediger for each high guest.\n\n1305\n\nNot long fair Gotelinde did in her quarters stay,\nBut left them soon behind her. / Then coursed upon the way\nWith merry jingling bridle / many a well-shaped steed.\nFull fair was the reception: / whereat was Ruediger right glad.\n\n1306\n\nOn one side and the other / did swell the stately train\nKnights that rode full gaily, / many a noble thane.\nAs they in joust disported, / full many a maid looked on,\nNor to the queen unwelcome / was the riders' service done.\n\n1307\n\nAs rode there 'fore the strangers / the men of Ruediger,\nFrom shaft full many a splinter / saw ye fly in air\nIn hand of doughty warrior / that jousted lustily.\nThem might ye 'fore the ladies / pricking in stately manner see.\n\n1308\n\nAnon therefrom they rested. / Knights many then did greet\nFull courteously each other. / Then forth Kriemhild to meet\nWent the fair Gotelinde, / by gallant warriors led.\nThose skilled in lady's service, / --little there the rest they had.\n\n1309\n\nThe lord of Bechelaren / unto his lady rode.\nSoon the noble margravine / her high rejoicing showed,\nThat all safe and sound he / from the Rhine was come again.\nThe care that filled her bosom / by mickle joy from her was ta'en.\n\n1310\n\nWhen him she had received, / her on the green he bade\nDismount with all the ladies / that in her train she led.\nThere saw ye all unidle / many a knight of high estate,\nWho with full ready service / upon the ladies then did wait.\n\n1311\n\nThen saw the Lady Kriemhild / the margravine where she stood\nAmid her fair attendants: / nearer not she rode.\nUpon the steed that bore her / the rein she drew full tight,\nAnd bade them straightway help her / adown from saddle to alight.\n\n1312\n\nThe bishop saw ye leading / his sister's daughter fair,\nAnd with him eke went Eckewart / to Gotelinde there.\nThe willing folk on all sides / made way before their feet.\nWith kiss did Gotelinde / the dame from land far distant greet.\n\n1313\n\nThen spake in manner kindly / the wife of Ruediger;\n\"Right glad am I, dear lady, / that I thy visage fair\nHave in this our country / with mine own eyes seen.\nIn these times might never / greater joy to me have been.\"\n\n1314\n\n\"God give thee meed,\" spake Kriemhild, / \"Gotelinde, for this grace.\nIf with son of Botelung / happy may be my place,\nMay it henceforth be thy profit / that me thou here dost see.\"\nYet all unknown to either / was that which yet anon must be.\n\n1315\n\nWith curtsy to each other / went full many a maid,\nThe knights a willing service / unto the ladies paid.\nAfter the greeting sat they / adown upon the green;\nKnew many then each other / that hitherto had strangers been.\n\n1316\n\nFor the ladies they poured refreshment. / Now was come mid-day,\nAnd did those high attendants / there no longer stay,\nBut went where found they ready / many a spreading tent.\nFull willing was the service / unto the noble guests they lent.\n\n1317\n\nThe night through until morning / did they rest them there.\nThey of Bechelaren / meanwhile did prepare\nThat into fitting quarters / each high guest be brought.\n'Twas by the care of Ruediger / that never one did want for aught.\n\n1318\n\nOpen ye saw the windows / the castle walls along,\nAnd the burgh at Bechelaren / its gates wide open flung,\nAs through the guests went pricking, / that there full welcome were.\nFor them the lord full noble / had bidden quarters meet prepare.\n\n1319\n\nRuediger's fair daughter / with her attendant train\nCame forth in loving manner / to greet the lofty queen.\nWith her was eke her mother / the stately margravine;\nThere full friendly greeting / of many a maiden fair was seen.\n\n1320\n\nBy the hand they took each other / and thence did pass each pair\nInto a Hall full spacious, / the which was builded fair,\nAnd 'neath its walls the Danube / flowed down with rushing tide.\nAs breezes cool played round them, / might they full happy there abide.\n\n1321\n\nWhat they there did further, / tell it not I can.\nThat they so long did tarry, / heard ye the knights complain\nThat were of Kriemhild's company, / who unwilling there abode.\nWhat host of valiant warriors / with them from Bechelaren rode!\n\n1322\n\nFull kindly was the service / did render Ruediger,\nLikewise gave Lady Kriemhild / twelve golden armbands rare\nTo Gotelinde's daughter, / and dress so richly wrought\nThat finer was none other / that into Etzel's land she brought.\n\n1323\n\nThough Nibelungen treasure / from her erstwhile was ta'en,\nGood-will of all that knew her / did she e'er retain\nWith such little portion / as yet she did command.\nUnto her host's attendants / dealt she thereof with bounteous hand.\n\n1324\n\nThe Lady Gotelinde / such honors high again\nDid pay in gracious manner / to the guests afar from Rhine\nThat of all the strangers / found ye never one\nThat wore not rich attire / from her, and many a precious stone.\n\n1325\n\nWhen they their fast had broken / and would thence depart,\nThe lady of the castle / did pledge with faithful heart\nUnto the wife of Etzel / service true to bear.\nKriemhild caressed full fondly / the margravine's young daughter fair.\n\n1326\n\nTo the queen then spake the maiden: / \"If e'er it pleaseth thee,\nWell know I that my father / dear full willingly\nUnto thee will send me / where thou livest in Hunland.\"\nThat faithful was the maiden, / full well did Kriemhild understand.\n\n1327\n\nNow ready were the horses / the castle steps before,\nAnd soon the queen full stately / did take her leave once more\nOf the lovely daughter / and spouse of Ruediger.\nEke parted with fair greeting / thence full many a maiden fair.\n\n1328\n\nEach other they full seldom / thereafter might behold.\nFrom Medelick were carried / beakers rich of gold\nIn hand and eke full many, / wherein was sparkling wine:\nUpon the way were greeted / thus the strangers from the Rhine.\n\n1329\n\nHigh there a lord was seated, / Astold the name he bore,\nWho that into Osterland / did lead the way before\nAs far as to Mautaren / adown the Danube's side.\nThere did they fitting service / for the lofty queen provide.\n\n1330\n\nOf his niece the bishop / took leave in loving wise.\nThat she well should bear her, / did he oft advise,\nAnd that she win her honor / as Helke erst had done.\nAh, how great the honor / anon that 'mid the Huns she won!\n\n1331\n\nUnto the Traisem brought they / forth the strangers then.\nFair had they attendance / from Ruediger's men,\nTill o'er the country riding / the Huns came them to meet.\nWith mickle honor did they / then the royal lady greet.\n\n1332\n\nFor had the king of Hunland, / Traisem's stream beside,\nA full mighty castle, / known afar and wide,\nThe same hight Traisenmauer: / Dame Helke there before\nDid sit, such bounteous mistress / as scarce ye ever might see more,\n\n1333\n\nAn it were not Kriemhild / who could such bounty show,\nThat after days of sorrow / the pleasure she might know,\nTo be held in honor / by Etzel's men each one:\nThat praise in fullest measure / had she amid those thanes anon.\n\n1334\n\nAfar the might of Etzel / so well was known around,\nThat at every season / within his court were found\nKnights of all the bravest, / whereof ye e'er did hear\nIn Christian lands or heathen: / with him all thither come they were.\n\n1335\n\nBy him at every season, / as scarce might elsewhere be,\nKnights both of Christian doctrine / and heathen use saw ye.\nYet in what mind soever / did each and every stand,\nTo all in fullest measure / dealt the king with bounteous hand.\n\n\n\n\nTWENTY-SECOND ADVENTURE\n\nHow Etzel kept the Wedding-feast with Kriemhild\n\n1336\n\nAt Traisenmauer she tarried / until the fourth day.\nUpon the road the dust-clouds / meanwhile never lay.\nBut rose like smoke of fire / around on every side:\nOnward then through Austria / King Etzel's warriors did ride.\n\n1337\n\nThen eke unto the monarch / such tidings now were told,\nThat at the thought did vanish / all his grief of old,\nIn what high manner Kriemhild / should in his land appear.\nThen gan the monarch hasten / where he did find the lady fair.\n\n1338\n\nOf many a tongue and varied / upon the way were seen\nBefore King Etzel riding / full many warriors keen,\nOf Christians and of heathen / a spreading company.\nTo greet their coming mistress / forth they rode in fair array.\n\n1339\n\nOf Reuss men and Greeks there / great was the tale,\nAnd rapid saw ye riding / the Wallach and the Pole\nOn chargers full of mettle / that they did deftly guide.\nTheir own country's custom / did they in no wise lay aside.\n\n1340\n\nFrom the land of Kief / rode there full many a thane,\nAnd the wild Petschenegers. / Full many a bow was drawn,\nAs at the flying wild-fowl / through air the bolt was sped.\nWith might the bow was bended / as far as to the arrow's head.\n\n1341\n\nA city by the Danube / in Osterland doth stand,\nHight the same is Tulna: / of many a distant land\nSaw Kriemhild there the customs, / ne'er yet to her were known.\nTo many there did greet her / sorrow befell through her anon.\n\n1342\n\nBefore the monarch Etzel / rode a company\nOf merry men and mighty, / courteous and fair to see,\nGood four-and-twenty chieftains, / mighty men and bold.\nNaught else was their desire / save but their mistress to behold.\n\n1343\n\nThen the Duke Ramung / from far Wallachia\nWith seven hundred warriors / dashed forth athwart her way:\nTheir going might ye liken / unto birds in flight.\nThen came the chieftain Gibeke, / with his host a stately sight.\n\n1344\n\nEke the valiant Hornbog / with full thousand men\nFrom the king went forward / to greet his mistress then.\nAfter their country's custom / in joy they shouted loud;\nThe doughty thanes of Hunland / likewise in merry tourney rode.\n\n1345\n\nThen came a chief from Denmark, / Hawart bold and keen,\nAnd the valiant Iring, / in whom no guile was seen,\nAnd Irnfried of Thuringia, / a stately knight to see:\nKriemhild they greeted / that honor high therefrom had she,\n\n1346\n\nWith good knights twelve hundred / whom led they in their train.\nThither with three thousand / came Bloedel eke, the thane\nThat was King Etzel's brother / out of Hunland:\nUnto his royal mistress / led he then his stately band.\n\n1347\n\nThen did come King Etzel / and Dietrich by his side\nWith all his doughty fellows. / In state there saw ye ride\nMany a knight full noble, / valiant and void of fear.\nThe heart of Lady Kriemhild / did such host of warriors cheer.\n\n1348\n\nThen to his royal mistress / spake Sir Ruediger:\n\"Lady, now give I greeting / to the high monarch here.\nWhom to kiss I bid thee, / grant him such favor then:\nFor not to all like greeting / may'st thou give 'mid Etzel's men.\"\n\n1349\n\nThey lifted then from saddle / the dame of royal state.\nEtzel the mighty monarch / might then no longer wait,\nBut sprang from off his charger / with many a warrior keen:\nUnto Kriemhild hasting / full joyously he then was seen.\n\n1350\n\nAs is to us related, / did there high princes twain\nBy the lady walking / bear aloft her train,\nAs the royal Etzel / went forward her to meet,\nAnd she the noble monarch / with kiss in kindly wise did greet.\n\n1351\n\nAside she moved her wimple, / whereat her visage fair\nGleamed 'mid the gold around it. / Though many a knight stood there,\nThey deemed that Lady Helke / did boast not fairer face.\nFull close beside the monarch / his brother Bloedel had his place.\n\n1352\n\nTo kiss him then Margrave / Ruediger her did tell,\nAnd eke the royal Gibeke / and Sir Dietrich as well.\nOf highest knights a dozen / did Etzel's spouse embrace;\nOther knights full many / she greeted with a lesser grace.\n\n1353\n\nAll the while that Etzel / stood by Kriemhild so,\nDid the youthful riders / as still they're wont to do:\nIn varied tourney saw ye / each 'gainst the other pass,\nChristian knights and heathen, / as for each the custom was.\n\n1354\n\nFrom men that followed Dietrich / saw ye in kindly wise\nSplinters from the lances / flying high arise\nAloft above their bucklers, / from hand of good knight sent!\nBy the German strangers / pierced was many a shield and rent.\n\n1355\n\nFrom shaft of lances breaking / did far the din resound.\nTogether came the warriors / from all the land around,\nEke the guests of the monarch / and many a knight there was.\nThence did the mighty monarch / then with Lady Kriemhild pass.\n\n1356\n\nStretched a fair pavilion / beside them there was seen:\nWith tents as well was covered / all around the green,\nWhere they now might rest them / all that weary were.\nBy high-born knights was thither / led full many a lady fair.\n\n1357\n\nWith their royal mistress, / where in rich cushioned chair\nSat the queen full stately. / 'Twas by the margrave's care\nThat well had been provided, / with all that seemed good,\nA worthy seat for Kriemhild: / thereat was Etzel glad of mood.\n\n1358\n\nWhat was by Etzel spoken, / may I not understand.\nIn his right hand resting / lay her fair white hand.\nThey sat in loving fashion, / nor Ruediger would let\nThe king have secret converse / with Lady Kriemhild as yet.\n\n1359\n\n'Twas bidden that the jousting / on all sides they give o'er.\nThe din of stately tourney / heard ye then no more.\nAll the men of Etzel / unto their tents did go,\nFor every warrior present / did they full spacious lodging show.\n\n1360\n\nAnd now the day was ended / and they did rest the night\nUntil beheld they shining / once more the morning light.\nSoon on charger mounted / again was many a man:\nHeigho, what merry pastime, / the king to honor, they began!\n\n1361\n\nBy the Huns the monarch / bade honors high be shown.\nSoon rode they forth from Tulna / unto Vienna town,\nWhere found they many a lady / decked out in fair array:\nThe same the monarch Etzel's / wife received in stately way.\n\n1362\n\nIn very fullest measure / upon them there did wait\nWhate'er they might desire. / Of knights the joy was great,\nLooking toward the revel. / Lodging then sought each one.\nThe wedding of the monarch / was in merry wise begun.\n\n1363\n\nYet not for all might lodging / within the town be had.\nAll that were not strangers, / Ruediger them bade\nThat they find them lodgings / beyond the city's bound.\nI ween that at all seasons / by Lady Kriemhild's side was found\n\n1364\n\nThe noble Sir Dietrich / and many another thane,\nWho amid their labors / but little rest had ta'en,\nThat the guests they harbored / of merry mood should be.\nFor Ruediger and his companions / went the time full pleasantly.\n\n1365\n\nThe wedding time was fallen / upon a Whitsuntide,\nWhen the monarch Etzel / lay Kriemhild beside\nIn the town at Vienna. / So many men I ween\nThrough her former husband / had not in her service been.\n\n1366\n\nMany that ne'er had seen her / did her rich bounty take,\nAnd many a one among them / unto the strangers spake:\n\"We deemed that Lady Kriemhild / of wealth no more had aught\nNow hath she by her giving / here full many a wonder wrought.\"\n\n1367\n\nThe wedding-feast it lasted / for days full seventeen.\nNe'er of other monarch / hath any told, I ween,\nThat wedded with more splendor: / of such no tale we hear.\nAll that there were present, / new-made apparel did they wear.\n\n1368\n\nI ween that far in Netherland / sat she ne'er before\nAmid such host of warriors. / And this believe I more:\nWas Siegfried rich in treasure, / that yet he ne'er did gain,\nAs here she saw 'fore Etzel, / so many a high and noble thane.\n\n1369\n\nNor e'er gave any other / at his own wedding-tide\nSo many a costly mantle / flowing long and wide,\nNor yet so rich apparel / --so may ye well believe--\nAs here from hand of Kriemhild / did they one and all receive.\n\n1370\n\nHer friends and eke the strangers / were of a single mind,\nThat they would not be sparing / of treasure in any kind:\nWhat any from them desired, / they gave with willing hand.\nMany a thane from giving / himself of clothing reft did stand.\n\n1371\n\nHow by her noble husband / at the Rhine a queen she sat,\nOf that she still was minded, / and her eye grew wet thereat.\nYet well she kept it hidden / that none the same might mark.\nNow had she wealth of honor / after long years of sorrow dark.\n\n1372\n\nWhat any did with bounty, / 'twas but an idle wind\nBy side of Dietrich's giving: / what Etzel's generous mind\nBefore to him had given, / complete did disappear.\nEke wrought there many a wonder / the hand of bounteous Ruediger.\n\n1373\n\nBloedelein the chieftain / that came from Hunland,\nFull many a chest to empty / did he then command,\nOf gold and eke of silver. / That did they freely give.\nRight merrily the warriors / of the monarch saw ye live.\n\n1374\n\nLikewise the monarch's minstrels / Werbel and Schwemmelein,\nWon they at the wedding / each alone, I ween,\nMarks a good thousand / or even more than that,\nWhenas fair Lady Kriemhild / 'neath crown by royal Etzel sat.\n\n1375\n\nUpon the eighteenth morning / from Vienna town they went.\nThen in knightly pastime / many a shield was rent\nBy spear full well directed / by doughty rider's hand.\nSo came the royal Etzel / riding into Hunland.\n\n1376\n\nAt Heimburg's ancient castle / they tarried over night.\nTell the tale of people / no mortal ever might,\nAnd the number of good warriors / did o'er the country come.\nAh, what fairest women / were gathered unto Etzel's home!\n\n1377\n\nBy Miesenburg's majestic / towers did they embark.\nWith horses eke and riders / the water all was dark,\nAs if 'twere earth they trod on, / as far as eye might see.\nThe way-worn ladies rested / now on board right pleasantly.\n\n1378\n\nNow was lashed together / many a boat full good,\nThat no harm they suffered / from the waves and flood.\nMany a stately awning / likewise above them spread,\nJust as if beneath them / had they land and flowery mead.\n\n1379\n\nWhen to Etzelburg the tidings / soon were borne along,\nTherein of men and women / were seen a merry throng.\nWho once the Lady Helke / as mistress did obey,\nAnon by Lady Kriemhild / lived they many a gladsome day.\n\n1380\n\nThere did stand expectant / full many a maid high-born,\nThat since the death of Helke / had pined all forlorn.\nDaughters of seven monarchs / Kriemhild there waiting found,\nThat were the high adornment / of all King Etzel's country round.\n\n1381\n\nHerrat, a lofty princess, / did all the train obey,\nSister's child to Helke, / in whom high virtues lay,\nBetrothed eke of Dietrich, / of royal lineage born,\nDaughter of King Nentwein; / her did high honors eft adorn.\n\n1382\n\nAgainst the strangers' coming / her heart with joy flowed o'er:\nEke was thereto devoted / of wealth a mickle store.\nWho might e'er give the picture, / how the king eft sat on throne?\nNor had with any mistress / the Huns such joyous living known.\n\n1383\n\nAs with his spouse the monarch / up from the river came,\nUnto the noble Kriemhild / of each they told the name\n'Mong them that she did find there: / she fairer each did greet.\nAh, how mighty mistress / she long did sit in Helke's seat!\n\n1384\n\nReady and true the service / to her was offered there.\nThe queen dealt out in plenty / gold and raiment rare,\nSilver eke and jewels. / What over Rhine she brought\nWith her unto Hunland, / soon thereof retained she naught.\n\n1385\n\nEke in faithful service / she to herself did win\nAll the king's warriors / and all his royal kin,\n--So that ne'er did Lady Helke / so mighty power wield\nAs until death to Kriemhild / such host did willing service yield.\n\n1386\n\nThus stood so high in honor / the court and country round,\nThat there at every season / was pleasant pastime found\nBy each, whithersoever / his heart's desire might stand:\nThat wrought the monarch's favor / and the queen's full bounteous hand.\n\n\n\n\nTWENTY-THIRD ADVENTURE\n\nHow Kriemhild thought to avenge her Wrong\n\n1387\n\nIn full lordly honor, / --truth is that ye hear--\nDwelt they with each other / until the seventh year.\nMeanwhile Lady Kriemhild / a son to Etzel bore,\nNor gladder might the monarch / be o'er aught for evermore.\n\n1388\n\nYet would she not give over, / nor with aught be reconciled,\nBut that should be baptized / the royal Etzel's child\nAfter Christian custom: / Ortlieb they did him call.\nThereat was mickle joyance / over Etzel's borders all.\n\n1389\n\nWhate'er of highest virtues / in Lady Helke lay,\nStrove the Lady Kriemhild / to rival her each day.\nHerrat the stranger maiden / many a grace she taught,\nWho yet with secret pining / for her mistress Helke was distraught.\n\n1390\n\nTo stranger and to native / full well she soon was known,\nNe'er monarch's country, said they, / did royal mistress own\nThat gave with freer bounty, / that held they without fear.\nSuch praise she bore in Hunland, / until was come the thirteenth year.\n\n1391\n\nNow had she well perceived / how all obeyed her will,\nAs service to royal mistress / king's knights do render still,\nAnd how at every season / twelve kings 'fore her were seen.\nShe thought of many a sorrow / that wrought upon her once had been.\n\n1392\n\nEke thought she of lordly power / in Nibelungenland\nThat she erstwhile had wielded, / and how that Hagen's hand\nOf it all had reft her / with her lord Siegfried dead;\nShe thought for so great evil / how might he ever be repaid.\n\n1393\n\n\"'Twould be, might I but bring him / hither into this land.\"\nShe dreamed that fondly led her / full often by the hand\nGiselher her brother, / full oft in gentle sleep\nThought she to have kissed him, / wherefrom he sorrow soon must reap.\n\n1394\n\nI ween the evil demon / was Kriemhild's counsellor\nThat she her peace with Gunther / should sacred keep no more,\nWhom she kissed in friendly token / in the land of Burgundy.\nAdown upon her bosom / the burning tears fell heavily.\n\n1395\n\nOn her heart both late and early / lay the heavy thought,\nHow that, herself all guiltless, / thereto she had been brought,\nThat she must share in exile / a heathen monarch's bed.\nThrough Hagen eke and Gunther / come she was to such sore need.\n\n1396\n\nFrom her heart such longing / seldom might she dismiss.\nThought she: \"A queen so mighty / I am o'er wealth like this,\nThat I upon mine enemies / may yet avenge me well.\nFain were I that on Hagen / of Tronje yet my vengeance fell.\n\n1397\n\n\"For friends that once were faithful / full oft my heart doth long.\nWere they but here beside me / that wrought on me such wrong,\nThen were in sooth avenged / my lover reft of life;\nScarce may I bide that hour,\" / spake the royal Etzel's wife.\n\n1398\n\nKriemhild they loved and honored, / the monarch's men each one,\nAs they that came there with her: / well might the same be done.\nThe treasure wielded Eckewart, / and won good knights thereby.\nThe will of Lady Kriemhild might / none in all that land deny.\n\n1399\n\nShe mused at every season: / \"The king himself I'll pray,\"--\nThat he to her the favor / might grant in friendly way,\nTo bring her kinsmen hither / unto Hunland.\nWhat vengeful thought she cherished / might none soever understand.\n\n1400\n\nAs she in stillest night-time / by the monarch lay\n(In his arms enclosed he held her, / as he was wont alway\nTo caress the noble lady: / she was to him as life),\nAgain unto her enemies / turned her thoughts his stately wife.\n\n1401\n\nShe spake unto the monarch: / \"My lord full dear to me,\nNow would I pray a favor, / if with thy grace it be,\nThat thou wilt show unto me / if merit such be mine\nThat unto my good kinsmen / truly doth thy heart incline.\"\n\n1402\n\nThe mighty monarch answered / (from guile his heart was free):\n\"Of a truth I tell thee, / if aught of good may be\nThe fortune of thy kinsmen, / --of that I were full fain,\nFor ne'er through love of woman / might I friends more faithful gain.\"\n\n1403\n\nThereat again spake Kriemhild: / \"That mayst thou well believe,\nFull high do stand my kinsmen; / the more it doth me grieve\nThat they deign so seldom / hither to take their way.\nThat here I live a stranger, / oft I hear the people say.\"\n\n1404\n\nThen spake the royal Etzel: / \"Beloved lady mine,\nSeemed not too far the journey, / I'd bid from yond the Rhine\nWhom thou wouldst gladly welcome / hither unto my land.\"\nThereat rejoiced the lady / when she his will did understand.\n\n1405\n\nSpake she: \"Wilt thou true favor / show me, master mine,\nThen shall thou speed thy messengers / to Worms across the Rhine.\nWere but my friends acquainted / what thing of them I would,\nThen to this land came hither / full many a noble knight and good.\"\n\n1406\n\nHe spake: \"Whene'er thou biddest, / straight the thing shall be.\nThyself mightst ne'er thy kinsmen / here so gladly see,\nAs I the sons of Ute, / high and stately queen.\nIt grieveth me full sorely / that strangers here so long they've been.\n\n1407\n\n\"If this thing doth please thee, / beloved lady mine,\nThen gladly send I thither / unto those friends of thine\nAs messengers my minstrels / to the land of Burgundy.\"\nHe bade the merry fiddlers / lead before him presently.\n\n1408\n\nThen hastened they full quickly / to where they found the king\nBy side of Kriemhild sitting. / He told them straight the thing,\nHow they should be his messengers / to Burgundy to fare.\nFull stately raiment bade he / for them straightway eke prepare.\n\n1409\n\nFour and twenty warriors / did they apparel well.\nLikewise did the monarch / to them the message tell,\nHow that they King Gunther / and his men should bid aright.\nThem eke the Lady Kriemhild / to secret parley did invite.\n\n1410\n\nThen spake the mighty monarch: / \"Now well my words attend.\nAll good and friendly greeting / unto my friends I send,\nThat they may deign to journey / hither to my country.\nFew be the guests beside them / that were so welcome unto me.\n\n1411\n\n\"And if they be so minded / to meet my will in aught,\nKriemhild's lofty kinsmen, / that they forego it not\nTo come upon the summer / here where I hold hightide,\nFor that my joy in living / doth greatly with my friends abide.\"\n\n1412\n\nThen spake the fiddle-player, / Schwemmelein full bold:\n\"When thinkst thou in this country / such high feast to hold,\nThat unto thy friends yonder / tell the same we may?\"\nThereto spake King Etzel: / \"When next hath come midsummer day.\"\n\n1413\n\n\"We'll do as thou commandest,\" / spake then Werbelein.\nUnto her own chamber / commanded then the queen\nTo bring in secret manner / the messengers alone.\nThereby did naught but sorrow / befall full many a thane anon.\n\n1414\n\nShe spake unto the messengers: / \"Mickle wealth I give to you,\nIf my will in this matter / right faithfully ye do,\nAnd bear what tidings send I / home unto our country.\nI'll make you rich in treasure / and fair apparelled shall ye be.\n\n1415\n\n\"And friends of mine so many / as ever see ye may\nAt Worms by Rhine river, / to them ye ne'er shall say\nThat any mood of sorrow / in me ye yet have seen.\nSay ye that I commend me / unto the knights full brave and keen.\"\n\n1416\n\n\"Pray them that to King Etzel's / message they give heed,\nThereby to relieve me / of all my care and need,\nElse shall the Huns imagine / that I all friendless am.\nIf I but a knight were, / oft would they see me at their home.\n\n1417\n\n\"Eke say ye unto Gernot, / brother to me full dear,\nTo him might never any / disposed be more fair;\nPray him that he bring hither / unto this country\nAll our friends most steadfast, / that we thereby shall honored be.\n\n1418\n\n\"Say further eke to Giselher / that he do have in mind,\nThat by his guilt I never / did cause for sorrow find;\nHim therefore would I gladly / here with mine own eyes see,\nAnd give him warmest welcome, / so faithful hath he been to me.\n\n1419\n\n\"How I am held in honor, / to my mother eke make plain.\nAnd if of Tronje Hagen / hath mind there to remain,\nBy whom might they in coming / through unknown lands be shown?\nThe way to Hunland hither / from youth to him hath well been known.\"\n\n1420\n\nNo whit knew the messengers / wherefore she did advise\nThat they of Tronje Hagen / should not in any wise\nLeave by the Rhine to tarry. / That was anon their bane:\nThrough him to dire destruction / was doomed full many a doughty thane.\n\n1421\n\nLetters and kindly greeting / now to them they give;\nThey fared from thence rich laden, / and merrily might live.\nLeave then they took of Etzel / and eke his lady fair,\nAnd parted on their journey / dight in apparel rich and rare.\n\n\n\n\nTWENTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Werbel and Schwemmel brought the Message\n\n1422\n\nWhen to the Rhine King Etzel / his messengers had sent,\nWith hasty flight fresh tidings / from land to land there went:\nWith messengers full quickly / to his high festival\nHe bade them, eke and summoned. / To many thereby did death befall.\n\n1423\n\nThe messengers o'er the borders / of Hunland thence did fare\nUnto the land of Burgundy; / thither sent they were\nUnto three lordly monarchs / and eke their mighty men.\nTo Etzel's land to bid them / hastily they journeyed then.\n\n1424\n\nUnto Bechelaren / rode they on their way,\nWhere found they willing service. / Nor did aught delay\nRuediger to commend him / and Gotelinde as well\nAnd eke their fairest daughter / to them that by the Rhine did dwell.\n\n1425\n\nThey let them not unladen / with gifts from thence depart,\nSo did the men of Etzel / fare on with lighter heart.\nTo Ute and to her household / sent greeting Ruediger,\nThat never margrave any / to them more well disposed were.\n\n1426\n\nUnto Brunhild also / did they themselves commend\nWith willing service offered / and steadfast to the end.\nBearing thus fair greeting / the messengers thence did fare,\nAnd prayed the noble margravine / that God would have them in his care.\n\n1427\n\nEre the messengers had fully / passed o'er Bavarian ground,\nHad the nimble Werbel / the goodly bishop found.\nWhat greetings to his kinsmen / unto the Rhine he sent,\nThat I cannot tell you; / the messengers yet from him went\n\n1428\n\nLaden with gold all ruddy, / to keep his memory.\nThus spake the Bishop Pilgrim: / \"'Twere highest joy to me\nMight I my sister's children / here see in home of mine,\nFor that I may but seldom / go unto them to the Rhine.\"\n\n1429\n\nWhat were the ways they followed / as through the lands they fared,\nThat can I nowise tell you. / Yet never any dared\nRob them of wealth or raiment, / for fear of Etzel's hand:\nA lofty king and noble, / mighty in sooth was his command.\n\n1430\n\nBefore twelve days were over / came they unto the Rhine,\nAnd rode into Worms city / Werbel and Schwemmelein.\nTold were soon the tidings / to the kings and their good men,\nHow that were come strange messengers. / Gunther the king did question\n      then.\n\n1431\n\nAnd spake the monarch further: / \"Who here may understand\nWhence do come these strangers / riding unto our land?\"\nYet was never any / might answer to him make,\nUntil of Tronje Hagen / thus unto King Gunther spake:\n\n1432\n\n\"To us hath come strange tidings / to hand this day, I ween,\nFor Etzel's fiddlers riding / hither have I seen.\nThe same have by thy sister / unto the Rhine been sent:\nFor sake of their high master / now give we them fair compliment.\"\n\n1433\n\nE'en then did ride the messengers / unto the castle door,\nAnd never royal minstrels / more stately went before.\nBy the monarch's servants / well received they were:\nThey gave them fitting lodging / and for their raiment had a care.\n\n1434\n\nRich and wrought full deftly / was the travelling-dress they wore,\nWherein they well with honor / might go the king before;\nYet they at court no longer / would the same garments wear.\nThe messengers inquired / if any were might wish them there.\n\n1435\n\nIn sooth in such condition / many eke were found,\nWho would receive them gladly; / to such they dealt around.\nThen decked themselves the strangers / in garments richer far,\nSuch as royal messengers / beseemeth well at court to wear.\n\n1436\n\nBy royal leave came forward / to where the monarch sat\nThe men that came from Etzel, / and joy there was thereat.\nHagen then to meet them / in courteous manner went,\nAnd heartily did greet them, / whereat they gave fair compliment.\n\n1437\n\nTo know what were the tidings, / to ask he then began\nHow did find him Etzel / and each valiant man.\nThen answer gave the fiddler: / \"Ne'er higher stood the land,\nNor the folk so joyous: / that shall ye surely understand.\"\n\n1438\n\nThey went unto the monarch. / Crowded was the hall.\nThere were received the strangers / as of right men shall\nKindly greeting offer / in other monarch's land.\nMany a valiant warrior / saw Werbel by King Gunther stand.\n\n1439\n\nRight courteously the monarch / began to greet them then:\n\"Now be ye both right welcome, / Hunland's merry men,\nAnd knights that give you escort. / Hither sent are ye\nBy Etzel mighty monarch / unto the land of Burgundy?\"\n\n1440\n\nThey bowed before the monarch; / then spake Werbelein:\n\"My dear lord and master, / and Kriemhild, sister thine,\nHither to thy country / give fairest compliment.\nIn faith of kindly welcome / us unto you they now have sent.\"\n\n1441\n\nThen spake the lofty ruler: / \"I joy o'er this ye bring.\nHow liveth royal Etzel,\" / further spake the king,\n\"And Kriemhild, my sister, / afar in Hunland?\"\nThen answered him the fiddler: / \"That shalt thou straightway understand.\n\n1442\n\n\"That never any people / more lordly life might show\nThan they both do joy in, / --that shalt thou surely know,--\nWherein do share their kinsmen / and all their doughty train.\nWhen from them we parted, / of our journey were they fain.\"\n\n1443\n\n\"My thanks for these high greetings / ye bring at his command\nAnd from my royal sister. / That high in joy they stand,\nThe monarch and his kinsmen, / rejoiceth me to hear.\nFor, sooth to say, the tidings / asked I now in mickle fear.\"\n\n1444\n\nThe twain of youthful princes / were eke come thitherward,\nAs soon as they the tidings / from afar had heard.\nRight glad were seen the messengers / for his dear sister's sake\nBy the young Giselher, / who in such friendly manner spake:\n\n1445\n\n\"Right hearty were your welcome / from me and brother mine,\nWould ye but more frequent / ride hither to the Rhine;\nHere found ye friends full many / whom glad ye were to see,\nAnd naught but friendly favors / the while that in this land ye be.\"\n\n1446\n\n\"To us how high thy favor,\" / spake Schwemmel, \"know we well;\nNor with my best endeavor / might I ever tell\nHow kindly is the greeting / we bear from Etzel's hand\nAnd from your noble sister, / who doth in highest honor stand.\n\n1447\n\n\"Your sometime love and duty / recalleth Etzel's queen,\nAnd how to her devoted / in heart we've ever been,\nBut first to royal Gunther / do we a message bear,\nAnd pray it be your pleasure / unto Etzel's land to fare.\n\n1448\n\n\"To beg of you that favor / commanded o'er and o'er\nEtzel mighty monarch / and bids you know the more,\nAn will ye not your sister / your faces give to see,\nSo would he know full gladly / wherein by him aggrieved ye be,\n\n1449\n\n\"That ye thus are strangers / to him and all his men.\nIf that his spouse so lofty / to you had ne'er been known,\nYet well he thought to merit / that him ye'd deign to see;\nIn sooth could naught rejoice him / more than that such thing might be.\"\n\n1450\n\nThen spake the royal Gunther: / \"A sennight from this day\nShall ye have an answer, / whereon decide I may\nWith my friends in counsel. / The while shall ye repair\nUnto your place of lodging, / and right goodly be your fare.\"\n\n1451\n\nThen spake in answer Werbel: / \"And might such favor be\nThat we the royal mistress / should first have leave to see,\nUte, the lofty lady, / ere that we seek our rest?\"\nTo him the noble Giselher / in courteous wise these words addressed.\n\n1452\n\n\"That grace shall none forbid you. / Will ye my mother greet,\nTherein do ye most fully / her own desire meet.\nFor sake of my good sister / fain is she you to see,\nFor sake of Lady Kriemhild / ye shall to her full welcome be.\"\n\n1453\n\nGiselher then led him / unto the lofty dame,\nWho fain beheld the messengers / from Hunland that came.\nShe greeted them full kindly / as lofty manner taught,\nAnd in right courteous fashion / told they to her the tale they brought.\n\n1454\n\n\"Pledge of loyal friendship / sendeth unto thee\nNow my lofty mistress,\" / spake Schwemmel. \"Might it be,\nThat she should see thee often, / then shalt thou know full well,\nIn all the world there never / a greater joy to her befell.\"\n\n1455\n\nReplied the royal lady: / \"Such thing may never be.\nGladly as would I oft-times / my dearest daughter see,\nToo far, alas, is distant / the noble monarch's wife.\nMay ever yet full happy / with King Etzel be her life.\n\n1456\n\n\"See that ye well advise me, / ere that ye hence are gone,\nWhat time shall be your parting; / for messengers I none\nHave seen for many seasons / as glad as greet I you.\"\nThe twain gave faithful promise / such courtesy full sure to do.\n\n1457\n\nForthwith to seek their lodgings / the men of Hunland went,\nThe while the mighty monarch / for trusted warriors sent,\nOf whom did noble Gunther / straightway question make,\nHow thought they of the message. / Whereupon full many spake\n\n1458\n\nThat he might well with honor / to Etzel's land be bound,\nThe which did eke advise him / the highest 'mongst them found,\nAll save Hagen only, / whom sorely grieved such rede.\nUnto the king in secret / spake he: \"Ill shall be thy meed.\n\n1459\n\n\"What deed we twain compounded / art thou full well aware,\nWherefor good cause we ever / shall have Kriemhild to fear,\nFor that her sometime husband / I slew by my own hand.\nHow dare we ever journey / then unto King Etzel's land?\"\n\n1460\n\nReplied the king: \"My sister / no hate doth harbor more.\nAs we in friendship kissed her, / vengeance she forswore\nFor evil that we wrought her, / ere that from hence she rode,--\nUnless this message, Hagen, / ill for thee alone forebode.\"\n\n1461\n\n\"Now be thou not deceived,\" / spake Hagen, \"say what may\nThe messengers from Hunland. / If thither be thy way,\nAt Kriemhild's hands thou losest / honor eke and life,\nFor full long-avenging / is the royal Etzel's wife.\"\n\n1462\n\nAdded then his counsel / the princely Gernot there:\n\"Though be it thou hast reason / thine own death to fear\nAfar in Hunnish kingdom, / should we for that forego\nTo visit our high sister, / that were in sooth but ill to do.\"\n\n1463\n\nUnto that thane did likewise / Giselher then say:\n\"Since well thou know'st, friend Hagen, / what guilt on thee doth weigh,\nThen tarry here behind us / and of thyself have care,\nAnd let who dares the journey / with us unto my sister fare.\"\n\n1464\n\nThereat did rage full sorely / Tronje's doughty thane:\n\"So shall ye ne'er find any / that were to go more fain,\nNor who may better guide you / than I upon your way.\nAnd will ye not give over, / know then my humor soon ye may.\"\n\n1465\n\nThen spake the Kitchen Master, / Rumold a lofty thane:\n\"Here might ye guests and kinsmen / in plenty long maintain\nAfter your own pleasure, / for ye have goodly store.\nI ween ye ne'er found Hagen / traitor to you heretofore.\n\n1466\n\n\"If heed ye will not Hagen, / still Rumold doth advise\n--For ye have faithful service / from me in willing wise--\nThat here at home ye tarry / for the love of me,\nAnd leave the royal Etzel / afar with Kriemhild to be.\n\n1467\n\n\"Where in the world might ever / ye more happy be\nThan here where from danger / of every foeman free,\nWhere ye may go as likes you / in goodliest attire,\nDrink wine the best, and stately / women meet your heart's desire.\n\n1468\n\n\"And daily is your victual / the best that ever knew\nA king of any country. / And were the thing not true,\nAt home ye yet should tarry / for sake of your fair wife\nEre that in childish fashion / ye thus at venture set your life.\n\n1469\n\n\"Thus rede I that ye go not. / Mighty are your lands,\nAnd at home more easy may ye / be freed from hostile hands\nThan if ye pine in Hunland. / How there it is, who knows?\nO Master, go not thither, / --such is the rede that Rumold owes.\"\n\n1470\n\n\"We'll ne'er give o'er the journey,\" / Gernot then did say,\n\"When thus our sister bids us / in such friendly way\nAnd Etzel, mighty monarch. / Wherefore should we refrain?\nWho goes not gladly thither, / here at home may he remain.\"\n\n1471\n\nThereto gave answer Hagen: / \"Take not amiss, I pray,\nThese my words outspoken, / let befall what may.\nYet do I counsel truly, / as ye your safety prize,\nThat to the Huns ye journey / armed full well in warlike guise.\n\n1472\n\n\"Will ye then not give over, / your men together call,\nThe best that ye may gather / from districts one and all.\nFrom out them all I'll choose you / a thousand knights full good,\nThen may ye reck but little / the vengeful Kriemhild's angry mood.\"\n\n1473\n\n\"I'll gladly heed thy counsel,\" / straight the king replied,\nAnd bade the couriers traverse / his kingdom far and wide.\nSoon they brought together / three thousand men or more,\nWho little weened what mickle / sorrow was for them in store.\n\n1474\n\nJoyful came they riding / to King Gunther's land.\nSteeds and equipment for them / all he did command,\nWho should make the journey / thence from Burgundy.\nWarriors many were there / to serve the king right willingly.\n\n1475\n\nHagen then of Tronje / to Dankwart did assign\nOf their warriors eighty / to lead unto the Rhine.\nEquipped in knightly harness / were they soon at hand.\nRiding in gallant fashion / unto royal Gunther's land.\n\n1476\n\nCame eke the doughty Volker, / a noble minstrel he,\nWith thirty goodly warriors / to join the company,\nWho wore so rich attire / 'twould fit a monarch well.\nThat he would fare to Hunland, / bade he unto Gunther tell.\n\n1477\n\nWho was this same Volker / that will I let you know:\nHe was a knight full noble, / to him did service owe\nMany a goodly warrior / in the land of Burgundy.\nFor that he well could fiddle, / named the Minstrel eke was he.\n\n1478\n\nThousand men chose Hagen, / who well to him were known.\nWhat things in storm of battle / their doughty arm had done,\nOr what they wrought at all times, / that knew he full well.\nNor of them might e'er mortal / aught but deeds of valor tell.\n\n1479\n\nThe messengers of Kriemhild, / full loath they were to wait,\nFor of their master's anger / stood they in terror great.\nEach day for leave to journey / more great their yearning grew,\nBut daily to withhold it / crafty Hagen pretext knew.\n\n1480\n\nHe spake unto his master: / \"Well shall we beware\nHence to let them journey / ere we ourselves prepare\nIn seven days thereafter / to ride to Etzel's land:\nIf any mean us evil, / so may we better understand.\n\n1481\n\n\"Nor may the Lady Kriemhild / ready make thereto,\nThat any by her counsel / scathe to us may do.\nYet if such wish she cherish, / evil shall be her meed,\nFor many a chosen warrior / with us shall we thither lead.\"\n\n1482\n\nShields well-wrought and saddles, / with all the mickle gear\nThat into Etzel's country / the warriors should wear,\nThe same was now made ready / for many a knight full keen.\nThe messengers of Kriemhild / before King Gunther soon were seen.\n\n1483\n\nWhen were come the messengers, / Gernot them addressed:\n\"King Gunther now is minded / to answer Etzel's quest.\nFull gladly go we thither / with him to make high-tide\nAnd see our lofty sister, / --of that set ye all doubt aside.\"\n\n1484\n\nThereto spake King Gunther: / \"Can ye surely say\nWhen shall be the high-tide, / or upon what day\nWe shall there assemble?\" / Spake Schwemmel instantly:\n\"At turn of sun in summer / shall in sooth the meeting be.\"\n\n1485\n\nThe monarch leave did grant them, / ere they should take their way,\nIf that to Lady Brunhild / they would their homage pay,\nHis high pleasure was it / they unto her should go.\nSuch thing prevented Volker, / and did his mistress' pleasure so.\n\n1486\n\n\"In sooth, my Lady Brunhild / hath scarce such health to-day\nAs that she might receive you,\" / the gallant knight did say.\n\"Bide ye till the morrow, / may ye the lady see.\"\nWhen thus they sought her presence, / might their wish not granted be.\n\n1487\n\nTo the messengers right gracious / was the mighty king,\nAnd bade he from his treasure / on shields expansive bring\nShining gold in plenty / whereof he had great store.\nEke richest gifts received they / from his lofty kinsmen more.\n\n1488\n\nGiselher and Gernot, / Gere and Ortwein,\nThat they were free in giving / soon full well was seen.\nSo costly gifts were offered / unto each messenger\nThat they dared not receive them, / for Etzel's anger did they fear.\n\n1489\n\nThen unto King Gunther / Werbel spake again:\nSire, let now thy presents / in thine own land remain.\nThe same we may not carry, / my master hath decreed\nThat we accept no bounty. / Of that in sooth we've little need.\"\n\n1490\n\nThereat the lord of Rhineland / was seen in high displeasure,\nThat they should thus accept not / so mighty monarch's treasure?\nIn their despite yet took they / rich dress and gold in store,\nThe which moreover with them / home to Etzel's land they bore.\n\n1491\n\nEre that they thence departed / they Lady Ute sought,\nWhereat the gallant Giselher / straight the minstrels brought\nUnto his mother's presence. / Kind greetings sent the dame,\nAnd wish that high in honor / still might stand her daughter's name.\n\n1492\n\nThen bade the lofty lady / embroidered silks and gold\nFor the sake of Kriemhild, / whom loved she as of old,\nAnd eke for sake of Etzel, / unto the minstrels give.\nWhat thus so free was offered / might they in sooth right fain receive.\n\n1493\n\nSoon now had ta'en departure / the messengers from thence,\nFrom knight and fairest lady, / and joyous fared they hence\nUnto Suabian country; / Gernot had given behest\nThus far for armed escort, / that none their journey might molest.\n\n1494\n\nWhen these had parted from them, / safe still from harm were they,\nFor Etzel's might did guard them / wherever led their way.\nNor ever came there any / that aught to take would dare,\nAs into Etzel's country / they in mickle haste did fare.\n\n1495\n\nWhere'er they friends encountered, / to all they straight made known\nHow that they of Burgundy / should follow after soon\nFrom Rhine upon their journey / unto the Huns' country.\nThe message brought they likewise / unto Bishop Pilgrim's see.\n\n1496\n\nAs down 'fore Bechelaren / they passed upon their way,\nThe tidings eke to Ruediger / failed they not to say,\nAnd unto Gotelinde, / the margrave's wife the same.\nAt thought so soon to see them / was filled with joy the lofty dame.\n\n1497\n\nHasting with the tidings / each minstrel's courser ran,\nTill found they royal Etzel / within his burgh at Gran.\nGreeting upon greeting, / which they must all bestow,\nThey to the king delivered; / with joy his visage was aglow.\n\n1498\n\nWhen that the lofty Kriemhild / did eke the tidings hear,\nHow that her royal brothers / unto the land would fare,\nIn sooth her heart was gladdened; / on the minstrels she bestowed\nRichest gifts in plenty, / as she to her high station owed.\n\n1499\n\nShe spake: \"Now shall ye, Werbel / and Schwemmel, tell to me\nWho cometh of my kinsmen / to our festivity,\nWho of all were bidden / this our land to seek?\nNow tell me, when the message / heard he, what did Hagen speak?\"\n\n1500\n\nAnswered: \"He came to council / early upon a day,\nBut little was of pleasant / in what he there did say.\nWhen learned he their intention, / in wrath did Hagen swear,\nTo death 'twere making journey, / to country of the Huns to fare.\n\n1501\n\n\"Hither all are coming, / thy royal brothers three,\nAnd they right high in spirit. / Who more shall with them be,\nThe tale to tell entire / were more than I might do.\nTo journey with them plighted / Volker the valiant fiddler too.\"\n\n1502\n\n\"'Twere little lost, full truly,\" / answered then the queen,\n\"If by my eyes never / Volker here were seen.\n'Tis Hagen hath my favor, / a noble knight is he,\nAnd mickle is my pleasure / that him full soon we here may see.\"\n\n1503\n\nHer way the Lady Kriemhild / then to the king did take,\nAnd in right joyous manner / unto her consort spake:\n\"How liketh thee the tidings, / lord full dear to me?\nWhat aye my heart hath yearned for, / that shall now accomplished be.\"\n\n1504\n\n\"Thy will my joy was ever,\" / the lofty monarch said.\n\"In sooth for my own kinsmen / I ne'er have been so glad,\nTo hear that they come hither / unto my country.\nTo know thy friends are coming, / hath parted sadness far from me.\"\n\n1505\n\nStraight did the royal provosts / give everywhere decree\nThat hall and stately palace / well prepared should be\nWith seats, that unprovided / no worthy guest be left.\nAnon by them the monarch / should be of mickle joy bereft.\n\n\n\n\nTWENTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow the Knights all fared to the Huns\n\n1506\n\nTell we now no further / how they here did fare.\nKnights more high in spirit / saw ye journey ne'er\nIn so stately fashion / to the land of e'er a king.\nOf arms and rich attire / lacked they never anything.\n\n1507\n\nAt Rhine the lordly monarch / equipped his warriors well,\nA thousand knights and sixty, / as I did hear tell,\nAnd eke nine thousand squires / toward the festivity.\nWhom they did leave behind them / anon must mourn full grievously.\n\n1508\n\nAs at Worms across the courtyard / equipment full they bore\nSpake there of Speyer / a bishop old and hoar\nUnto Lady Ute: / \"Our friends have mind to fare\nUnto the festivity; / may God their honor have in care.\"\n\n1509\n\nThen spake unto her children / Ute the noble dame:\n\"At home ye here should tarry, / ye knights full high in fame.\nMe dreamt but yester even / a case of direst need,\nHow that in this country / all the feathered fowl were dead.\"\n\n1510\n\n\"Who recketh aught of dreamings,\" / Hagen then replied,\n\"Distraught is sure his counsel / when trouble doth betide,\nOr he would of his honor / have a perfect care.\nI counsel that my master / straight to take his leave prepare.\n\n1511\n\n\"Gladly shall we journey / into Etzel's land;\nThere at their master's service / may good knights ready stand,\nFor that we there shall witness / Kriemhild's festivity.\"\nThat Hagen gave such counsel, / rue anon full sore did he.\n\n1512\n\nYet in sooth far other / than this had been his word,\nHad not with bitter mocking / Gernot his anger stirred.\nHe spake to him of Siegfried / whom Kriemhild loved so,\nAnd said: \"Therefore the journey / would Hagen willingly forego.\"\n\n1513\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Through fear I nothing do.\nWhenever will ye, Masters, / set straight your hand thereto,\nWith you I'll gladly journey / unto Etzel's land.\"\nMany a shield and helmet / there hewed anon his mighty hand.\n\n1514\n\nThe ships stood ready waiting, / whereunto ample store\nOf clothing for the journey / men full many bore,\nNor had they time for resting / till shades of even fell.\nAnon in mood full joyous / bade they friends at home farewell.\n\n1515\n\nTents full large and many / arose upon the green,\nYonder side Rhine river. / But yet the winsome queen\nCaressed the doughty monarch / that night, and still did pray\nThat far from Etzel's country / among his kinsmen might he stay.\n\n1516\n\nWhen sound of flute and trumpet / arose at break of day,\nA signal for their parting, / full soon they took their way.\nEach lover to his bosom / did friend more fondly press:\nKing Etzel's wife full many / did part anon in dire distress.\n\n1517\n\nThe sons of stately Ute, / a good knight had they,\nA brave man and a faithful. / When they would thence away,\nApart unto the monarch / did he his mind reveal,\nAnd spake: \"That ye will journey, / may I naught but sorrow feel.\"\n\n1518\n\nHight the same was Rumold, / a man of doughty hand.\nHe spake: \"To whom now leave ye / people here and land?\nO that never any / might alter your intent!\nSmall good, methinks, may follow / message e'er by Kriemhild sent.\"\n\n1519\n\n\"The land to thee entrusted / and eke my child shall be,\nAnd tender care of ladies, / --so hast command from me.\nWhene'er thou seest weeping, / do there thy comfort give.\nYea, trust we free from sorrow / at hand of Etzel's wife to live.\"\n\n1520\n\nFor knight and royal master / the chargers ready were,\nAs with fond embracing / parted many there,\nWho long in joy together / a merry life had led.\nBy winsome dame full many / therefor must bitter tear be shed.\n\n1521\n\nAs did those doughty warriors / into the saddle spring,\nMight full many a lady / be seen there sorrowing;\nFor told them well their spirit / that thus so long to part\nDid bode a dire peril, / the which must ever cloud the heart.\n\n1522\n\nAs mounted stood the valiant / thanes of Burgundy,\nMight ye a mickle stirring / in that country see,\nBoth men and women weeping / on either riverside.\nYet pricked they gaily forward, / let what might their folk betide.\n\n1523\n\nThe Nibelungen warriors / in hauberks bright arrayed\nWent with them, a thousand, / while at home behind them stayed\nFull many a winsome lady, / whom saw they nevermore.\nThe wounds of doughty Siegfried / still grieved the Lady Kriemhild sore.\n\n1524\n\nTheir journey they directed / onward to the Main,\nUp through East Frankish country, / the men of Gunther's train\nThither led by Hagen, / who well that country knew;\nMarshal to them was Dankwart, / a knight of Burgundy full true.\n\n1525\n\nOn from East Frankish country / to Schwanefeld they went,\nA train of valiant warriors / of high accomplishment,\nThe monarchs and their kinsmen, / all knights full worthy fame.\nUpon the twelfth morning / the king unto the Danube came.\n\n1526\n\nThe knight of Tronje, Hagen, / the very van did lead,\nEver to the Nibelungen / a surest help in need.\nFirst the thane full valiant / down leapt upon the ground,\nAnd straightway then his charger / fast unto a tree he bound.\n\n1527\n\nFlooded were the waters / and ne'er a boat was near,\nWhereat began the Nibelungen / all in dread to fear\nThey ne'er might cross the river, / so mighty was the flood.\nDismounted on the shore, / full many a stately knight then stood.\n\n1528\n\n\"Ill may it,\" spake then Hagen, / \"fare here with thee,\nLord of Rhine river. / Now thyself mayst see\nHow flooded are the waters, / and swift the current flows.\nI ween, before the morrow / here many a goodly knight we lose.\"\n\n1529\n\n\"How wilt reproach me, Hagen?\" / the lofty monarch spake.\nI pray thee yet all comfort / not from our hearts to take.\nThe ford shalt thou discover / whereby we may pass o'er,\nHorse and equipment bringing / safely unto yonder shore.\"\n\n1530\n\n\"In sooth, not I,\" quoth Hagen, / \"am yet so weary grown\nOf life, that in these waters / wide I long to drown.\nEre that, shall warriors sicken / in Etzel's far country\nBeneath my own arm stricken: / --'tis my intent full certainly.\n\n1531\n\n\"Here tarry by the water, / ye gallant knights and good,\nThe while I seek the boatmen / myself along the flood,\nWho will bring us over / into Gelfrat's land.\"\nWith that the doughty Hagen / took his trusty shield in hand.\n\n1532\n\nHe cap-a-pie was armed, / as thus he strode away,\nUpon his head a helmet / that gleamed with brilliant ray,\nAnd o'er his warlike harness / a sword full broad there hung,\nThat on both its edges / did fiercely cut, in battle swung.\n\n1533\n\nHe sought to find the boatmen / if any might be near,\nWhen sound of falling waters / full soon upon his ear.\nBeside a rippling fountain, / where ran the waters cool,\nA group of wise mermaidens / did bathe themselves within the pool.\n\n1534\n\nWare of them soon was Hagen / and stole in secret near,\nBut fast away they hurried / when they the sound did hear.\nThat they at all escaped him, / filled they were with glee.\nThe knight did take their clothing, / yet wrought none other injury.\n\n1535\n\nThen spake the one mermaiden, / Hadburg that hight:\n\"Hagen, knight full noble, / tell will we thee aright,\nAn wilt thou, valiant warrior, / our garments but give o'er,\nWhat fortune may this journey / to Hunland have for thee in store.\"\n\n1536\n\nThey hovered there before him / like birds above the flood,\nWherefore did think the warrior / that tell strange things they could,\nAnd all the more believed he / what they did feign to say,\nAs to his eager question / in ready manner answered they.\n\n1537\n\nSpake one: \"Well may ye journey / to Etzel's country.\nThereto my troth I give thee / in full security\nThat ne'er in any kingdom / might high guests receive\nSuch honors as there wait you, / --this may ye in sooth believe.\"\n\n1538\n\nTo hear such speech was Hagen / in sooth right glad of heart;\nHe gave to them their garments, / and straightway would depart.\nBut when in strange attire / they once more were dight,\nTold they of the journey / into Etzel's land aright.\n\n1539\n\nSpake then the other mermaid, / Siegelind that hight:\n\"I warn thee, son of Aldrian, / Hagen valiant knight,\n'Twas but to gain her clothing / my cousin falsely said,\nFor, comest thou to Hunland, / sorely shalt thou be betrayed.\n\n1540\n\n\"Yea, that thou turnest backward / is fitter far, I ween;\nFor but your death to compass / have all ye warriors keen\nReceived now the bidding / unto Etzel's land.\nWhose doth thither journey, / death leadeth surely by the hand.\"\n\n1541\n\nThereto gave answer Hagen: / \"False speech hath here no gain.\nHow might it ever happen / that we all were slain\nAfar in Etzel's country / through hate of any man?\"\nTo tell the tale more fully / unto him she then began.\n\n1542\n\nSpake again the other: / \"The thing must surely be,\nThat of you never any / his home again shall see,\nSave only the king's chaplain; / well do we understand\nThat he unscathed returneth / unto royal Gunther's land.\"\n\n1543\n\nThen spake the valiant Hagen / again in angry way:\n\"Unto my royal masters / 'twere little joy to say\nThat we our lives must forfeit / all in Hunland.\nNow show us, wisest woman, / how pass we safe to yonder strand.\"\n\n1544\n\nShe spake: \"Since from thy purposed / journey thou wilt not turn,\nWhere upward by the water / a cabin stands, there learn\nWithin doth dwell a boatman, / nor other find thou mayst.\"\nNo more did Hagen question, / but strode away from there in haste.\n\n1545\n\nAs went he angry-minded / one from afar did say:\n\"Now tarry still, Sir Hagen; / why so dost haste away?\nGive ear yet while we tell thee / how thou reachest yonder strand.\nMaster here is Else, / who doth rule this borderland.\n\n1546\n\n\"Hight is his brother Gelfrat, / and is a thane full rare,\nLord o'er Bavarian country. / Full ill with you 'twill fare,\nWill ye pass his border. / Watchful must ye be,\nAnd eke with the ferryman / 'twere well to walk right modestly.\n\n1547\n\n\"He is so angry-minded / that sure thy bane 'twill be,\nWilt thou not show the warrior / all civility.\nWilt thou that he transport thee, / give all the boatman's due.\nHe guardeth well the border / and unto Gelfrat is full true.\n\n1548\n\n\"If he be slow to answer, / then call across the flood\nThat thy name is Amelrich. / That was a knight full good,\nWho for a feud did sometime / go forth from out this land.\nThe ferryman will answer, / when he the name doth understand.\n\n1549\n\nHagen high of spirit / before those women bent,\nNor aught did say, but silent / upon his way he went.\nAlong the shore he wandered / till higher by the tide\nOn yonder side the river / a cabin standing he espied.\n\n1550\n\nHe straight began a calling / across the flood amain.\n\"Now fetch me over, boatman,\" / cried the doughty thane.\n\"A golden armband ruddy / I'll give to thee for meed.\nKnow that to make this crossing / I in sooth have very need.\"\n\n1551\n\nNot fitting 'twas high ferryman / his service thus should give,\nAnd recompense from any / seldom might he receive;\nEke were they that served him / full haughty men of mood.\nStill alone stood Hagen / on the hither side the flood.\n\n1552\n\nThen cried he with such power / the wave gave back the sound,\nFor in strength far-reaching / did the knight abound:\n\"Fetch me now, for Amelrich, / Else's man, am I,\nThat for feud outbroken / erstwhile from this land did fly.\"\n\n1553\n\nFull high upon his sword-point / an armband did he hold,\nFair and shining was it / made of ruddy gold,\nThe which he offered to him / for fare to Gelfrat's land.\nThe ferryman high-hearted / himself did take the oar in hand.\n\n1554\n\nTo do with that same boatman / was ne'er a pleasant thing;\nThe yearning after lucre / yet evil end doth bring.\nHere where thought he Hagen's / gold so red to gain,\nMust he by the doughty / warrior's fierce sword be slain.\n\n1555\n\nWith might across the river / his oar the boatman plied,\nBut he who there was named / might nowhere be espied.\nHis rage was all unbounded / when he did Hagen find,\nAnd loud his voice resounded / as thus he spake his angry mind:\n\n1556\n\n\"Thou mayst forsooth be called / Amelrich by name:\nWhom I here did look for, / no whit art thou the same.\nBy father and by mother / brother he was to me.\nSince me thou thus hast cozened, / so yet this side the river be.\"\n\n1557\n\n\"Nay, by highest Heaven,\" / Hagen did declare.\n\"Here am I a stranger / that have good knights in care.\nNow take in friendly manner / here my offered pay,\nAnd guide me o'er the ferry; / my favor hast thou thus alway.\"\n\n1558\n\nWhereat replied the boatman: / \"The thing may never be.\nThere are that to my masters / do bear hostility;\nWherefore I never stranger / do lead into this land.\nAs now thy life thou prizest, / step straightway out upon the strand.\"\n\n1559\n\n\"Deny me not,\" quoth Hagen, / \"for sad in sooth my mood.\nTake now for remembrance / this my gold so good,\nAnd carry men a thousand / and horses to yonder shore.\"\nQuoth in rage the boatman: / \"Such thing will happen nevermore.\"\n\n1560\n\nAloft he raised an oar / that mickle was and strong,\nAnd dealt such blow on Hagen, / (but rued he that ere long,)\nThat in the boat did stumble / that warrior to his knee.\nIn sooth so savage boatman / ne'er did the knight of Tronje see.\n\n1561\n\nWith thought the stranger's anger / the more to rouse anew,\nHe swung a mighty boat-pole / that it in pieces flew\nUpon the crown of Hagen;-- / he was a man of might.\nThereby did Else's boatman / come anon to sorry plight.\n\n1562\n\nFull sore enraged was Hagen, / as quick his hand he laid\nUpon his sword where hanging / he found the trusty blade.\nHis head he struck from off him / and flung into the tide.\nKnown was soon the story / to the knights of Burgundy beside.\n\n1563\n\nWhile the time was passing / that he the boatman slew,\nThe waters bore him downward, / whereat he anxious grew.\nEre he the boat had righted / began his strength to wane,\nSo mightily was pulling / royal Gunther's doughty thane.\n\n1564\n\nSoon he yet had turned it, / so rapid was his stroke,\nUntil the mighty oar / beneath his vigor broke.\nAs strove he his companions / upon the bank to gain,\nNo second oar he found him. / Yet soon the same made fast again.\n\n1565\n\nWith quickly snatched shield-strap, / a fine and narrow band.\nDownward where stood a forest / he sought again the land,\nAnd there his master found he / standing upon the shore.\nIn haste came forth to meet him / many a stately warrior more.\n\n1566\n\nThe gallant knight they greeted / with right hearty mood.\nWhen in the boat perceived they / reeking still the blood\nThat from the wound had issued / where Hagen's sword did swing,\nScarce could his companions / bring to an end their questioning.\n\n1567\n\nWhen that royal Gunther / the streaming blood did see\nWithin the boat there running, / straightway then spake he:\n\"Where is now the ferryman, / tell me, Hagen, pray?\nBy thy mighty prowess / his life, I ween, is ta'en away.\"\n\n1568\n\nThereto replied he falsely: / \"When the boat I found\nWhere slopeth a wild meadow, / I the same unbound.\nHereabout no ferryman / I to-day have seen,\nNor ever cause of sorrow / unto any have I been.\"\n\n1569\n\nThe good knight then of Burgundy, / the gallant Gernot, spake:\n\"Dear friends full many, fear I, / the flood this day will take,\nSince we of the boatmen / none ready here may find\nTo guide us o'er the current. / 'Tis mickle sorrow to my mind.\"\n\n1570\n\nFull loudly cried then Hagen: / \"Lay down upon the grass,\nYe squires, the horse equipments. / I ween a time there was,\nMyself was best of boatmen / that dwelt the Rhine beside.\nTo Gelfrat's country trow I / to bring you safely o'er the tide.\"\n\n1571\n\nThat they might come the sooner / across the running flood,\nDrove they in the horses. / Their swimming, it was good,\nFor of them never any / beneath the waves did sink,\nThough many farther downward / must struggle sore to gain the brink.\n\n1572\n\nTheir treasure and apparel / unto the boat they bore,\nSince by no means the journey / thought they to give o'er.\nHagen was director, / and safely reached the strand\nWith many a stalwart warrior / bound unto the unknown land.\n\n1573\n\nGallant knights a thousand / first he ferried o'er,\nWhereafter came his own men. / Of others still were more,\nFor squires full nine thousand / he led unto that land.\nThat day no whit was idle / that valiant knight of Tronje's hand.\n\n1574\n\nWhen he them all in safety / o'er the flood had brought,\nOf that strange story / the valiant warrior thought,\nWhich erstwhile had told him / those women of the sea.\nLost thereby the chaplain's / life well-nigh was doomed to be.\n\n1575\n\nBeside his priestly baggage / he saw the chaplain stand,\nUpon the holy vestments / resting with his hand.\nNo whit was that his safety; / when Hagen him did see,\nMust the priest full wretched / suffer sorest injury.\n\n1576\n\nFrom out the boat he flung him / ere might the thing be told,\nWhereat they cried together: / \"Hold, O Master, hold!\"\nSoon had the youthful Giselher / to rage thereat begun,\nAnd mickle was his sorrow / that Hagen yet the thing had done.\n\n1577\n\nThen outspake Sir Gernot, / knight of Burgundy:\n\"What boots it thee, Sir Hagen, / that thus the chaplain die?\nDared any else to do it, / thy wrath 'twould sorely stir.\nWherein the priest's offending, / thus thy malice to incur?\"\n\n1578\n\nTo swim the chaplain struggled. / He thought him yet to free,\nIf any but would help him. / Yet such might never be,\nFor that the doughty Hagen / full wrathful was of mood,\nHe sunk him to the bottom, / whereat aghast each warrior stood.\n\n1579\n\nWhen that no help forthcoming / the wretched priest might see,\nHe sought the hither shore, / and fared full grievously.\nThough failed his strength in swimming, / yet helped him God's own hand,\nThat he came securely / back again unto the land.\n\n1580\n\nSafe yonder stood the chaplain / and shook his dripping dress.\nThereby perceived Hagen / how true was none the less\nThe story that did tell him / the strange women of the sea.\nThought he: \"Of these good warriors / soon the days must ended be.\"\n\n1581\n\nWhen that the boat was emptied, / and complete their store\nAll the monarch's followers / had borne upon the shore,\nHagen smote it to pieces / and cast it on the flood,\nWhereat in mickle wonder / the valiant knights around him stood.\n\n1582\n\n\"Wherefore dost this, brother,\" / then Sir Dankwart spake;\n\"How shall we cross the river / when again we make\nOur journey back from Hunland, / riding to the Rhine?\"\nBehold how Hagen bade him / all such purpose to resign.\n\n1583\n\nQuoth the knight of Tronje: / \"This thing is done by me,\nThat if e'er coward rideth / in all our company,\nWho for lack of courage / from us away would fly,\nHe beneath these billows / yet a shameful death must die.\"\n\n1584\n\nOne there journeyed with them / from the land of Burgundy,\nThat was a knight of valor, / Volker by name was he.\nHe spake in cunning manner / whate'er might fill his mind,\nAnd aught was done by Hagen / did the Fiddler fitting find.\n\n1585\n\nReady stood their chargers, / the carriers laden well;\nAt passage of the river / was there naught to tell\nOf scathe to any happened, / save but the king's chaplain.\nAfoot must he now journey / back unto the Rhine again.\n\n\n\n\nTWENTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Gelfrat was Slain by Dankwart\n\n1586\n\nWhen now they all were gathered / upon the farther strand,\nTo wonder gan the monarch: / \"Who shall through this land\nOn routes aright direct us, / that not astray we fare?\"\nThen spake the doughty Volker: / \"Thereof will I alone have care.\"\n\n1587\n\n\"Now hark ye all,\" quoth Hagen, / \"knight and squire too,\nAnd list to friendly counsel, / as fitting is to do.\nFull strange and dark the tidings / now ye shall hear from me:\nHome nevermore return we / unto the land of Burgundy.\n\n1588\n\n\"Thus mermaids twain did tell me, / who spake to me this morn,\nThat back we come not hither. / You would I therefore warn\nThat armed well ye journey / and of all ills beware.\nTo meet with doughty foemen / well behooveth us prepare.\n\n1589\n\n\"I weened to turn to falsehood / what those wise mermaids spake,\nWho said that safe this journey / none again should make\nHome unto our country / save the chaplain alone:\nHim therefore was I minded / to-day beneath the flood to drown.\"\n\n1590\n\nFrom company to company / quickly flew the tale,\nWhereon grew many a doughty / warrior's visage pale,\nAs gan he think in sorrow / how death should snatch away\nAll ere the journey ended; / and very need for grief had they.\n\n1591\n\nBy Moeringen was it / they had the river crossed,\nWhere also Else's boatman / thus his life had lost.\nThere again spake Hagen: / \"Since in such wise by me\nWrath hath been incurred, / assailed full surely shall we be.\n\n1592\n\n\"Myself that same ferryman / did this morning slay.\nFar bruited are the tidings. / Now arm ye for the fray,\nThat if Gelfrat and Else / be minded to beset\nOur train to-day, they surely / with sore discomfiture be met.\n\n1593\n\n\"So keen they are, well know I / the thing they'll not forego.\nYour horses therefore shall ye / make to pace more slow,\nThat never man imagine / we flee away in fear.\"\n\"That counsel will I follow,\" / spake the young knight Giselher.\n\n1594\n\n\"Who will guide our vanguard / through this hostile land?\"\n\"Volker shall do it,\" spake they, / \"well doth he understand\nWhere leadeth path and highway, / a minstrel brave and keen.\"\nEre full the wish was spoken, / in armor well equipped was seen\n\n1595\n\nStanding the doughty Fiddler. / His helmet fast he bound,\nAnd from his stately armor / shot dazzling light around.\nEke to a staff he fastened / a banner, red of hue.\nAnon with royal masters / came he to sorest sorrow too.\n\n1596\n\nUnto Gelfrat meanwhile / had sure tidings flown,\nHow that was dead his boatman; / the story eke was known\nUnto the doughty Else, / and both did mourn his fate.\nTheir warriors they summoned, / nor must long time for answer wait.\n\n1597\n\nBut little space it lasted / --that would I have you know--\nEre that to them hasted / who oft a mickle woe\nHad wrought in stress of battle / and injury full sore;\nTo Gelfrat now came riding / seven hundred knights or more.\n\n1598\n\nWhen they their foes to follow / so bitterly began,\nLed them both their masters. / Yet all too fast they ran\nAfter the valiant strangers / vengeance straight to wreak.\nEre long from those same leaders / did death full many a warrior take.\n\n1599\n\nHagen then of Tronje / the thing had ordered there,\n--How of his friends might ever / knight have better care?--\nThat he did keep the rearguard / with warriors many a one,\nAnd Dankwart eke, his brother; / full wisely the thing was done.\n\n1600\n\nWhen now the day was over / and light they had no more,\nInjury to his followers / gan he to dread full sore.\nThey shield in hand rode onward / through Bavarian land,\nAnd ere they long had waited / beset they were by hostile band.\n\n1601\n\nOn either side the highway / and close upon their rear\nOf hoofs was heard the clatter; / too keen the chasers were.\nThen spake the valiant Dankwart: / \"The foe is close at hand.\nNow bind we on the helmet, / --wisdom doth the same command.\"\n\n1602\n\nUpon the way they halted, / nor else they safe had been.\nThrough the gloom perceived they / of gleaming shields the sheen.\nThereupon would Hagen / longer not delay:\n\"Who rideth on the highway?\"-- / That must Gelfrat tell straight-way.\n\n1603\n\nOf Bavaria the margrave / thereupon replied:\n\"Our enemies now seek we, / and swift upon them ride.\nFain would I discover / who hath my boatman slain.\nA knight he was of valor, / whose death doth cause me grievous pain.\"\n\n1604\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"And was the boatman thine\nThat would not take us over? / The guilt herein is mine.\nMyself did slay the warrior, / and had, in sooth, good need,\nFor that beneath his valor / I myself full nigh lay dead.\n\n1605\n\n\"For pay I rich attire / did bid, and gold a store,\nGood knight, that to thy country / he should us ferry o'er.\nThereat he raged full sorely / and on me swung a blow\nWith a mighty boat-pole, / whereat I eke did angry grow.\n\n1606\n\n\"For my sword then reached I / and made his rage to close\nWith a wound all gaping: / so thou thy knight didst lose.\nI'll give thee satisfaction / as to thee seemeth good.\"\nStraightway began the combat, / for high the twain in valor stood.\n\n1607\n\n\"Well know I,\" spake Gelfrat, / \"when Gunther with his train\nRode through this my country / that we should suffer bane\nFrom Hagen, knight of Tronje. / No more shall he go free,\nBut for my boatman's slaying / here a hostage must he be.\"\n\n1608\n\nAgainst their shields then lowered / for the charge the spear\nGelfrat and Hagen; / eager to close they were.\nElse and Dankwart / spurred eke in stately way,\nScanning each the other; / then both did valorous arm display.\n\n1609\n\nHow might ever heroes / show doughty arm so well?\nBackward from off his charger / from mighty tilt there fell\nHagen the valiant, / by Gelfrat's hand borne down.\nIn twain was rent the breast-piece: / to Hagen thus a fall was known.\n\n1610\n\nWhere met in charge their followers, / did crash of shafts resound.\nRisen eke was Hagen, / who erst unto the ground\nWas borne by mighty lance-thrust, / prone upon the grass.\nI ween that unto Gelfrat / nowise of gentle mood he was.\n\n1611\n\nWho held their horses' bridles / can I not recount,\nBut soon from out their saddles / did they all dismount.\nHagen and Gelfrat / straightway did fierce engage,\nAnd all their men around them / did eke a furious combat wage.\n\n1612\n\nThough with fierce onslaught Hagen / upon Gelfrat sprung,\nOn his shield the noble margrave / a sword so deftly swung\nThat a piece from off the border / 'mid flying sparks it clave.\nWell-nigh beneath its fury / fell dead King Gunther's warrior brave.\n\n1613\n\nUnto Dankwart loudly / thereat he gan to cry:\n\"Help! ho! my good brother! / Encountered here have I\nA knight of arm full doughty, / from whom I come not free.\"\nThen spake the valiant Dankwart: / \"Myself thereof the judge will be.\"\n\n1614\n\nNearer sprang the hero / and smote him such a blow\nWith a keen-edged weapon / that he in death lay low.\nFor his slain brother Else / vengeance thought to take,\nBut soon with all his followers / 'mid havoc swift retreat must make.\n\n1615\n\nSlain was now his brother, / wound himself did bear,\nAnd of his followers eighty / eke had fallen there,\nBy grim death snatched sudden. / Then must the doughty knight,\nFrom Gunther's men to save him, / turn away in hasty flight.\n\n1616\n\nWhen that they of Bavaria / did from the carnage flee,\nThe blows that followed after / resounded frightfully;\nFor close the knights of Tronje / upon their enemies chased,\nWho to escape the fury / did quit the field in mickle haste.\n\n1617\n\nThen spake upon their fleeing / Dankwart the doughty thane:\n\"Upon our way now let us / backward turn again,\nAnd leave them hence to hasten / all wet with oozing blood.\nUnto our friends return we, / this verily meseemeth good.\"\n\n1618\n\nWhen back they were returned / where did the scathe befall,\nOutspake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Now look ye, warriors all,\nWho of our tale is lacking, / or who from us hath been\nHere in battle riven / through the doughty Gelfrat's spleen.\"\n\n1619\n\nLament they must for warriors / four from them were ta'en.\nBut paid for were they dearly, / for roundabout lay slain\nOf their Bavarian foemen / a hundred or more.\nThe men of Tronje's bucklers / with blood were wet and tarnished o'er.\n\n1620\n\nFrom out the clouds of heaven / a space the bright moon shone.\nThen again spake Hagen: / \"Bear report let none\nTo my beloved masters / how we here did fare.\nLet them until the morrow / still be free from aught of care.\"\n\n1621\n\nWhen they were back returned / who bore the battle's stress,\nSore troubled was their company / from very weariness.\n\"How long shall we keep saddle?\" / was many a warrior's quest.\nThen spake the valiant Dankwart: / \"Not yet may we find place of rest,\n\n1622\n\n\"But on ye all must journey / till day come back again.\"\nVolker, knight of prowess, / who led the foremost train,\nBade to ask the marshal: / \"This night where shall we be,\nThat rest them may our chargers, / and eke my royal masters three?\"\n\n1623\n\nThereto spake valiant Dankwart: / \"The same I ne'er can say,\nYet may we never rest us / before the break of day.\nWhere then we find it fitting / we'll lay us on the grass.\"\nWhen they did hear his answer, / what source of grief to all it was!\n\n1624\n\nStill were they unbetrayed / by reeking blood and red,\nUntil the sun in heaven / its shining beams down shed\nAt morn across the hill-tops, / that then the king might see\nHow they had been in battle. / Spake he then full angrily:\n\n1625\n\n\"How may this be, friend Hagen? / Scorned ye have, I ween,\nThat I should be beside you, / where coats of mail have been\nThus wet with blood upon you. / Who this thing hath done?\"\nQuoth he: \"The same did Else, / who hath this night us set upon.\n\n1626\n\n\"To avenge his boatman / did they attack our train.\nBy hand of my brother / hath Gelfrat been slain.\nThen fled Else before us, / and mickle was his need.\nOurs four, and theirs a thousand, / remained behind in battle dead.\"\n\n1627\n\nNow can we not inform you / where resting-place they found.\nBut cause to know their passing / had the country-folk around,\nWhen there the sons of Ute / to court did fare in state.\nAt Passau fit reception / did presently the knights await.\n\n1628\n\nThe noble monarchs' uncle, / Bishop Pilgrim that was,\nFull joyous-hearted was he / that through the land did pass\nWith train of lusty warriors / his royal nephews three.\nThat willing was his service, / waited they not long to see.\n\n1629\n\nTo greet them on their journey / did friends lack no device,\nYet not to lodge them fully / might Passau's bounds suffice.\nThey must across the water / where spreading sward they found,\nAnd lodge and tent erected / soon were stretching o'er the ground.\n\n1630\n\nNor from that spot they onward / might journey all that day,\nAnd eke till night was over, / for pleasant was their stay.\nNext to the land of Ruediger / must they in sooth ride on,\nTo whom full soon the story / of their coming eke was known.\n\n1631\n\nWhen fitting rest had taken / the knights with travel worn,\nAnd of Etzel's country / they had reached the bourn,\nA knight they found there sleeping / that ne'er should aught but wake,\nFrom whom of Tronje Hagen / in stealth a mighty sword did take.\n\n1632\n\nHight in sooth was Eckewart / that same valiant knight.\nFor what was there befallen / was he in sorry plight,\nThat by those heroes' passing / he had lost his sword.\nAt Ruediger's marches / found they meagre was the guard.\n\n1633\n\n\"O, woe is me dishonored,\" / Eckewart then cried;\n\"Yea, rueth me fully sorely, / this Burgundian ride.\nWhat time was taken Siegfried, / did joy depart from me.\nAlack, O Master Ruediger, / how ill my service unto thee!\"\n\n1634\n\nHagen, full well perceiving / the noble warrior's plight,\nGave him again his weapon / and armbands six full bright.\n\"These take, good knight, in token / that thou art still my friend.\nA valiant warrior art thou, / though dost thou lone this border tend.\"\n\n1635\n\n\"May God thy gifts repay thee,\" / Eckewart replied,\n\"Yet rueth me full sorely / that to the Huns ye ride.\nErstwhile slew ye Siegfried / and vengeance have to fear;\nMy rede to you is truly: / \"Beware ye well of danger here.\"\n\n1636\n\n\"Now must God preserve us,\" / answered Hagen there.\n\"In sooth for nothing further / have these thanes a care\nThan for place of shelter, / the kings and all their band,\nAnd where this night a refuge / we may find within this land.\n\n1637\n\n\"Done to death our horses / with the long journey are,\nAnd food as well exhausted,\" / Hagen did declare.\n\"Nor find we aught for purchase; / a host we need instead,\nWho would in kindness give us, / ere this evening, of his bread.\"\n\n1638\n\nThereto gave answer Eckewart: / \"I'll show you such a one,\nThat so warm a welcome / find ye never none\nIn country whatsoever / as here your lot may be,\nAn if ye, thanes full gallant, / the noble Ruediger will see.\n\n1639\n\nHe dwelleth by the highway / and is most bounteous host\nThat house e'er had for master. / His heart may graces boast,\nAs in the lovely May-time / the flowrets deck the mead.\nTo do good thanes a service / is for his heart most joyous deed.\"\n\n1640\n\nThen spake the royal Gunther: / \"Wilt thou my messenger be,\nIf will my dear friend Ruediger, / as favor done to me,\nHis hospitable shelter / with all my warriors share,\nTherefor full to requite thee / shall e'er hereafter be my care.\"\n\n1641\n\n\"Thy messenger am I gladly,\" / Eckewart replied,\nAnd in right willing manner / straight away did ride,\nThe message thus received / to Ruediger to bear.\nNor did so joyous tidings / for many a season greet his ear.\n\n1642\n\nHasting to Bechelaren / was seen a noble thane.\nThe same perceived Ruediger, / and spake: \"O'er yonder plain\nHither hastens Eckewart, / who Kriemhild's might doth own.\"\nHe weened that by some foemen / to him had injury been done.\n\n1643\n\nThen passed he forth the gateway / where the messenger did stand.\nHis sword he loosed from girdle / and laid from out his hand.\nThe message that he carried / might he not long withhold\nFrom the master and his kinsmen; / full soon the same to them was told.\n\n1644\n\nHe spake unto the margrave: / \"I come at high command\nOf the lordly Gunther / of Burgundian land,\nAnd Giselher and Gernot, / his royal brothers twain.\nIn service true commends him / unto thee each lofty thane.\n\n1645\n\n\"The like hath Hagen bidden / and Volker as well\nWith homage oft-times proffered. / And more have I to tell,\nThe which King Gunther's marshal / to thee doth send by me:\nHow that the valiant warriors / do crave thy hospitality.\"\n\n1646\n\nWith smiling visage Ruediger / made thereto reply:\n\"Now joyeth me the story / that the monarchs high\nDo deign to seek my service, / that ne'er refused shall be.\nCome they unto my castle, / 'tis joy and gladness unto me.\"\n\n1647\n\n\"Dankwart the marshal / hath bidden let thee know\nWho seek with them thy shelter / as through thy land they go:\nThree score of valiant leaders / and thousand knights right good,\nWith squires eke nine thousand.\" / Thereat was he full glad of mood.\n\n1648\n\n\"To me 'tis mickle honor,\" / Ruediger then spake,\n\"That through my castle's portals / such guests will entry make,\nFor ne'er hath been occasion / my service yet to lend.\nNow ride ye, men and kinsmen, / and on these lofty knights attend.\"\n\n1649\n\nThen to horse did hasten / knight and willing squire,\nFor glad they were at all times / to do their lord's desire,\nAnd keen that thus their service / should not be rendered late.\nUnwitting Lady Gotelinde / still within her chamber sate.\n\n\n\n\nTWENTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow they came to Bechelaren\n\n1650\n\nThen went forth the margrave / where two ladies sate,\nHis wife beside his daughter, / nor longer did he wait\nTo tell the joyful tidings / that unto him were brought,\nHow Kriemhild's royal brothers / his hospitality had sought.\n\n1651\n\n\"Dearly loved lady,\" / spake then Ruediger,\n\"Full kind be thy reception / to lordly monarchs here,\nThat now with train of warriors / to court do pass this way.\nFair be eke thy greeting / to Hagen, Gunther's man, this day.\n\n1652\n\n\"One likewise with them cometh, / Dankwart by name,\nVolker hight the other, / a knight of gallant fame.\nThyself and eke thy daughter / with kiss these six shall greet;\nFull courteous be your manner / as ye the doughty thanes shall meet.\"\n\n1653\n\nGave straight their word the ladies, / and willing were thereto.\nFrom out great chests they gorgeous / attire in plenty drew,\nWhich they to meet the lofty / strangers thought to wear,\nMickle was the hurry / there of many a lady fair.\n\n1654\n\nOn ne'er a cheek might any / but nature's hue be seen.\nUpon their head they carried / band of golden sheen,\nThat was a beauteous chaplet, / that so their glossy hair\nBy wind might not be ruffled: / that is truth as I declare.\n\n1655\n\nAt such employment busy / leave we those ladies now.\nHere with mickle hurry / across the plain did see\nFriends of noble Ruediger / the royal guests to meet,\nAnd them with warmest welcome / unto the margrave's land did greet.\n\n1656\n\nWhen coming forth the margrave / saw their forms appear,\nHow spake with heart full joyous / the valiant Ruediger!\n\"Welcome be ye, Sires, / and all your gallant band.\nRight glad am I to see you / hither come unto my land.\"\n\n1657\n\nThen bent the knights before him / each full courteously.\nThat he good-will did bear them / might they full quickly see.\nHagen had special greeting, / who long to him was known;\nTo Volker eke of Burgundy / was like highest honor shown.\n\n1658\n\nThus Dankwart eke he greeted, / when spake the doughty thane:\n\"While we thus well are harbored, / who then for all the train\nOf those that follow with us / shall meet provision make?\"\n\"Yourselves this night right easy / shall rest,\" the noble margrave\n      spake.\n\n1659\n\n\"And all that follow with you, / with equipment whatsoe'er\nYe bring into my country / of steed or warlike gear,\nSo sure shall it be guarded / that of all the sum,\nE'en to one spur's value, / to you shall never damage come.\n\n1660\n\n\"Now stretch aloft, my squires, / the tents upon the plain.\nWhat here ye have of losses / will I make good again.\nUnbridle now the horses / and let them wander free.\"\nUpon their way they seldom / did meet like hospitality.\n\n1661\n\nThereat rejoiced the strangers. / When thus it ordered was,\nRode the high knights forward. / All round upon the grass\nLay the squires attendant / and found a gentle rest.\nI ween, upon their journey / was here provision costliest.\n\n1662\n\nOut before the castle / the noble margravine\nHad passed with her fair daughter. / In her train were seen\nA band of lovely women / and many a winsome maid,\nWhose arms with bracelets glittered, / and all in stately robes arrayed.\n\n1663\n\nThe costly jewels sparkled / with far-piercing ray\nFrom out their richest vestments, / and buxom all were they.\nNow came the strangers thither / and sprang upon the ground.\nHow high in noble courtesy / the men of Burgundy were found!\n\n1664\n\nSix and thirty maidens / and many a fair lady,\n--Nor might ye ever any / more winsome wish to see--\nWent then forth to meet them / with many a knight full keen.\nAt hands of noble ladies / fairest greeting then was seen.\n\n1665\n\nThe margrave's youthful daughter / did kiss the kings all three\nAs eke had done her mother. / Hagen stood thereby.\nHer father bade her kiss him; / she looked the thane upon,\nWho filled her so with terror, / she fain had left the thing undone.\n\n1666\n\nWhen she at last must do it, / as did command her sire,\nMingled was her color, / both pale and hue of fire.\nLikewise kissed she Dankwart / and the Fiddler eke anon:\nThat he was knight of valor / to him was such high favor shown.\n\n1667\n\nThe margrave's youthful daughter / took then by the hand\nThe royal knight Giselher / of Burgundian land.\nE'en so led forth her mother / the gallant Gunther high.\nWith those guests so lofty / walked they there full joyfully.\n\n1668\n\nThe host escorted Gernot / to a spacious hall and wide,\nWhere knights and stately ladies / sate them side by side.\nThen bade they for the strangers / pour good wine plenteously:\nIn sooth might never heroes / find fuller hospitality.\n\n1669\n\nGlances fond and many / saw ye directed there\nUpon Ruediger's daughter, / for she was passing fair.\nYea, in his thoughts caressed her / full many a gallant knight;\nA lady high in spirit, / well might she every heart delight.\n\n1670\n\nYet whatsoe'er their wishes, / might none fulfilled be.\nHither oft and thither / glanced they furtively\nOn maidens and fair ladies, / whereof were many there.\nRight kind the noble Fiddler / disposed was to Ruediger.\n\n1671\n\nThey parted each from other / as ancient custom was,\nAnd knights and lofty ladies / did separating pass\nWhen tables were made ready / within the spacious hall.\nThere in stately manner / they waited on the strangers all.\n\n1672\n\nTo do the guests high honor / likewise the table sought\nWith them the lofty margravine. / Her daughter led she not,\nBut left among the maidens, / where fitting was she sat.\nThat they might not behold her, grieved were the guests in sooth thereat.\n\n1673\n\nThe drinking and the feasting, / when 'twas ended all,\nEscorted was the maiden / again into the hall.\nThen of merry jesting / they nothing lacked, I ween,\nWherein was busy Volker, / a thane full gallant and keen.\n\n1674\n\nThen spake the noble Fiddler / to all in lofty tone:\n\"Great mercy, lordly margrave, / God to thee hath shown,\nFor that he hath granted / unto thee a wife\nOf so surpassing beauty, / and thereto a joyous life.\n\n1675\n\n\"If that I were of royal / birth,\" the Fiddler spake,\n\"And kingly crown should carry, / to wife I'd wish to take\nThis thy lovely daughter, / --my heart thus prompteth me.\nA noble maid and gentle / and fair to look upon is she.\"\n\n1676\n\nThen outspake the margrave: / \"How might such thing be,\nThat king should e'er desire / daughter born to me?\nExiled from my country / here with my spouse I dwell:\nWhat avails the maiden, / be she favored ne'er so well?\"\n\n1677\n\nThereto gave answer Gernot, / a knight of manner kind:\n\"If to my desire / I ever spouse would find,\nThen would I of such lady / right gladly make my choice.\"\nIn full kindly manner / added Hagen eke his voice:\n\n1678\n\n\"Now shall my master Giselher / take to himself a spouse.\nThe noble margrave's daughter / is of so lofty house,\nThat I and all his warriors / would glad her service own,\nIf that she in Burgundy / should ever wear a royal crown.\"\n\n1679\n\nGlad thereat full truly / was Sir Ruediger,\nAnd eke Gotelinde: / they joyed such words to hear.\nAnon arranged the heroes / that her as bride did greet\nThe noble knight Giselher, / as was for any monarch meet.\n\n1680\n\nWhat thing is doomed to happen, / who may the same prevent?\nTo come to the assembly / they for the maidens sent,\nAnd to the knight they plighted / the winsome maid for wife,\nPledge eke by him was given, / his love should yet endure with life.\n\n1681\n\nThey to the maid allotted / castles and spreading land,\nWhereof did give assurance / the noble monarch's hand\nAnd eke the royal Gernot, / 'twould surely so be done.\nThen spake to them the margrave: / \"Lordly castles have I none,\n\n1682\n\n\"Yet true shall be my friendship / the while that I may live.\nUnto my daughter shall I / of gold and silver give\nWhat hundred sumpter-horses / full laden bear away,\nThat her husband's lofty kinsmen / find honor in the fair array.\"\n\n1683\n\nThey bade the knight and maiden / within a ring to stand,\nAs was of old the custom. / Of youths a goodly band,\nThat all were merry-hearted, / did her there confront,\nAnd thought they on her beauty / as mind of youth is ever wont.\n\n1684\n\nWhen they began to question / then the winsome maid,\nWould she the knight for husband, / somewhat she was dismayed,\nAnd yet forego she would not / to have him for her own.\nShe blushed to hear the question, / as many another maid hath done.\n\n1685\n\nHer father Ruediger prompted / that Yes her answer be,\nAnd that she take him gladly. / Unto her instantly\nSprang the young Sir Giselher, / and in his arm so white\nHe clasped her to his bosom. / --Soon doomed to end was her delight.\n\n1686\n\nThen spake again the margrave: / \"Ye royal knights and high,\nWhen that home ye journey / again to Burgundy\nI'll give to you my daughter, / as fitting is to do,\nThat ye may take her with you.\" / They gave their plighted word thereto.\n\n1687\n\nWhat jubilation made they / yet at last must end.\nThe maiden then was bidden / unto her chamber wend,\nAnd guests to seek their couches / and rest until the day.\nFor them the host provided / a feast in hospitable way.\n\n1688\n\nWhen they had feasted fully / and to the Huns' country\nThence would onward journey, / \"Such thing shall never be,\"\nSpake the host full noble, / \"but here ye still shall rest.\nSeldom hath my good fortune / welcomed yet so many a guest.\"\n\n1689\n\nThereto gave answer Dankwart: / \"In sooth it may not be.\nBread and wine whence hast thou / and food sufficiently,\nOver night to harbor / of guests so great a train?\"\nWhen the host had heard it, / spake he: \"All thy words are vain.\n\n1690\n\n\"Refuse not my petition, / ye noble lords and high.\nA fortnight's full provision / might I in sooth supply,\nFor you and every warrior / that journeys in your train.\nTill now hath royal Etzel / small portion of my substance ta'en.\"\n\n1691\n\nThough fain they had declined it, / yet they there must stay\nE'en to the fourth morning. / Then did the host display\nSo generous hand and lavish / that it was told afar.\nHe gave unto the strangers / horses and apparel rare.\n\n1692\n\nThe time at last was over / and they must journey thence.\nThen did the valiant Ruediger / with lavish hand dispense\nUnto all his bounty, / refused he unto none\nWhate'er he might desire. / Well-pleased they parted every one.\n\n1693\n\nHis courteous retainers / to castle gateway brought\nSaddled many horses, / and soon the place was sought\nEke by the gallant strangers / each bearing shield in hand,\nFor that they thence would journey / onward into Etzel's land.\n\n1694\n\nThe host had freely offered / rich presents unto all,\nEre that the noble strangers / passed out before the hall.\nHigh in honor lived he, / a knight of bounty rare.\nHis fair daughter had he / given unto Giselher.\n\n1695\n\nEke gave he unto Gunther, / a knight of high renown,\nWhat well might wear with honor / the monarch as his own,\n--Though seldom gift received he-- / a coat of harness rare.\nThereat inclined King Gunther / before the noble Ruediger.\n\n1696\n\nThen gave he unto Gernot / a good and trusty blade,\nWherewith anon in combat / was direst havoc made.\nThat thus the gift was taken / rejoiced the margrave's wife:\nThereby the noble Ruediger / was doomed anon to lose his life.\n\n1697\n\nGotelinde proffered Hagen, / as 'twas a fitting thing,\nHer gifts in kindly manner. / Since scorned them not the king,\nEke he without her bounty / to the high festivity\nShould thence not onward journey. / Yet loath to take the same was he.\n\n1698\n\n\"Of all doth meet my vision,\" / Hagen then spake,\n\"Would I wish for nothing / with me hence to take\nBut alone the shield that hanging / on yonder wall I see.\nThe same I'd gladly carry / into Etzel's land with me.\"\n\n1699\n\nWhen the stately margravine / Hagen's words did hear,\nBrought they to mind her sorrow, / nor might she stop a tear.\nShe thought again full sadly / how her son Nudung fell,\nSlain by hand of Wittich; / and did her breast with anguish swell.\n\n1700\n\nShe spake unto the hero: / \"The shield to thee I'll give.\nO would to God in heaven / that he still did live,\nWhose hand erstwhile did wield it! / In battle fell he low,\nAnd I, a wretched mother, / must weep with never-ending woe.\n\n1701\n\nThereat the noble lady / up from the settle rose,\nAnd soon her arms all snow-white / did the shield enclose.\nShe bore it unto Hagen, / who made obeisance low;\nThe gift she might with honor / upon so valiant thane bestow.\n\n1702\n\nO'er it, to keep its color, / a shining cover lay\nWith precious stones all studded, / nor ever shone the day\nUpon a shield more costly; / if e'er a longing eye\nDid covet to possess it, / scarce thousand marks the same might buy.\n\n1703\n\nThe shield in charge gave Hagen / thence away to bear.\nBefore his host then Dankwart / himself presented there,\nOn whom the margrave's daughter / did costly dress bestow.\nWherein anon in Hunland / arrayed full stately he did go.\n\n1704\n\nWhate'er of gifts by any / was accepted there,\nThem had his hand ne'er taken, / but that intent all were\nTo do their host an honor / who gave with hand so free.\nBy his guests in combat / soon doomed was he slain to be.\n\n1705\n\nVolker the valiant / to Gotelinde came\nAnd stood in courteous manner / with fiddle 'fore the dame.\nSweet melodies he played her / and sang his songs thereby,\nFor thought he from Bechelaren / to take departure presently.\n\n1706\n\nThe margravine bade to her / a casket forth to bear.\nAnd now of presents given / full freely may ye hear.\nTherefrom she took twelve armbands / and drew them o'er his hand.\n\"These shall thou with thee carry, / as ridest thou to Etzel's land,\n\n1707\n\n\"And for my sake shalt wear them / when at court thou dost appear,\nThat when thou hither comest / I may the story hear\nHow thou hast done me honor / at the high festival.\"\nWhat did wish the lady, / faithfully performed he all.\n\n1708\n\nThus to his guests the host spake: / \"That ye more safely fare,\nMyself will give you escort / and bid them well beware\nThat upon the highway / no ill on you be wrought.\"\nThereat his sumpter horses / straightway laden forth were brought\n\n1709\n\nThe host was well prepared / with five hundred men\nWith horse and rich attire. / These led he with him then\nIn right joyous humor / to the high festival.\nAlive to Bechelaren / again came never one of all.\n\n1710\n\nThence took his leave Sir Ruediger / with kiss full lovingly;\nAs fitting was for Giselher, / likewise the same did he.\nWith loving arms enfolding / caressed they ladies fair.\nTo many a maid the parting / did bring anon full bitter tear.\n\n1711\n\nOn all sides then the windows / were open wide flung,\nAs with his train of warriors / the host to saddle sprung.\nI ween their hearts did tell them / how they should sorrow deep.\nFor there did many a lady / and many a winsome maiden weep.\n\n1712\n\nFor dear friends left behind him / grieved many a knight full sore.\nWhom they at Bechelaren / should behold no more.\nYet rode they off rejoicing / down across the sand\nHard by the Danube river / on their way to Etzel's land.\n\n1713\n\nThen spake to the Burgundians / the gallant knight and bold,\nRuediger the noble: / \"Now let us not withhold\nThe story of our coming / unto the Hun's country.\nUnto the royal Etzel / might tidings ne'er more welcome be.\"\n\n1714\n\nDown in haste through Austria / the messenger did ride,\nWho told unto the people / soon on every side,\nFrom Worms beyond Rhine river / were high guests journeying.\nNor unto Etzel's people / gladder tidings might ye bring.\n\n1715\n\nOnward spurred the messengers / who did the message bear,\nHow now in Hunnish country / the Nibelungen were.\n\"Kriemhild, lofty lady, / warm thy welcome be;\nIn stately manner hither / come thy loving brothers three.\"\n\n1716\n\nWithin a lofty casement / the Lady Kriemhild stood,\nLooking for her kinsmen, / as friend for friend full good.\nFrom her father's country / saw she many a knight;\nEke heard the king the tidings, / and laughed thereat for sheer delight.\n\n1717\n\n\"Now well my heart rejoiceth,\" / spake Lady Kriemhild.\n\"Hither come my kinsmen / with many a new-wrought shield\nAnd brightly shining hauberk: / who gold would have from me,\nBe mindful of my sorrow; / to him I'll ever gracious be.\"\n\n\n\n\nTWENTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow the Burgundians came to Etzel's Castle\n\n1718\n\nWhen that the men of Burgundy / were come into the land,\nHe of Bern did hear it, / the aged Hildebrand.\nHe told it to his master, / who sore thereat did grieve;\nThe knight so keen and gallant / bade he in fitting way receive.\n\n1719\n\nWolfhart the valiant / bade lead the heroes forth.\nIn company with Dietrich / rode many a thane of worth,\nAs out to receive them / across the plain he went,\nWhere might ye see erected / already many a stately tent.\n\n1720\n\nWhen that of Tronje Hagen / them far away espied,\nUnto his royal masters / full courteously he said:\n\"Now shall ye, doughty riders, / down from the saddle spring,\nAnd forward go to meet them / that here to you a welcome bring.\n\n1721\n\n\"A train there cometh yonder, / well knew I e'en when young.\nThanes they are full doughty / of the land of Amelung.\nHe of Bern doth lead them, / and high of heart they are;\nTo scorn their proffered greeting / shall ye in sooth full well beware.\"\n\n1722\n\nDismounted then with Dietrich, / (as was meet and right,)\nAttended by his squire / many a gallant knight.\nThey went unto the strangers / and greeted courteously\nThe knights that far had ridden / from the land of Burgundy.\n\n1723\n\nWhen then Sir Dietrich / saw them coming near,\nWhat words the thane delivered, / now may ye willing hear,\nUnto Ute's children. / Their journey grieved him sore.\nHe weened that Ruediger knowing / had warned what lay for them in store.\n\n1724\n\n\"Welcome be ye, Masters, / Gunther and Giselher,\nGernot and Hagen, / welcome eke Volker\nAnd the valiant Dankwart. / Do ye not understand?\nKriemhild yet sore bemoaneth / the hero of Nibelungen land.\"\n\n1725\n\n\"Long time may she be weeping,\" / Hagen spake again;\n\"In sooth for years a many / dead he lies and slain.\nTo the monarch now of Hunland / should she devoted be:\nSiegfried returneth never, / buried now long time is he.\"\n\n1726\n\n\"How Siegfried's death was compassed, / let now the story be:\nWhile liveth Lady Kriemhild, / look ye for injury.\"\nThus did of Bern Sir Dietrich / unto them declare:\n\"Hope of the Nibelungen, / of her vengeance well beware.\"\n\n1727\n\n\"Whereof shall I be fearful?\" / the lofty monarch spake:\n\"Etzel hath sent us message, / (why further question make?)\nThat we should journey hither / into his country.\nEke hath my sister Kriemhild / oft wished us here as guests to see.\n\n1728\n\n\"I give thee honest counsel,\" / Hagen then did say,\n\"Now shalt thou here Sir Dietrich / and his warriors pray\nTo tell thee full the story, / if aught may be designed,\nAnd let thee know more surely / how stands the Lady Kriemhild's mind.\"\n\n1729\n\nThen went to speak asunder / the lordly monarchs three,\nGunther and Gernot, / and Dietrich went he.\n\"Now tell us true, thou noble / knight of Bern and kind,\nIf that perchance thou knowest / how stands thy royal mistress' mind.\"\n\n1730\n\nThe lord of Bern gave answer: / \"What need to tell you more?\nI hear each day at morning / weeping and wailing sore\nThe wife of royal Etzel, / who piteous doth complain\nTo God in heaven that Siegfried / her doughty spouse from her was ta'en.\"\n\n1731\n\n\"Then must we e'en abide it,\" / was the fearless word\nOf Volker the Fiddler, / \"what we here have heard.\nTo court we yet shall journey / and make full clear to all,\nIf that to valiant warriors / may aught amid the Huns befall.\"\n\n1732\n\nThe gallant thanes of Burgundy / unto court then rode,\nAnd went in stately manner / as was their country's mode.\nFull many a man in Hunland / looked eagerly to see\nOf what manner Hagen, / Tronje's doughty thane, might be.\n\n1733\n\nFor that was told the story / (and great the wonder grew)\nHow that of Netherland / Siegfried he slew,\nThat was the spouse of Kriemhild, / in strength without a peer,\nHence a mickle questioning / after Hagen might ye hear.\n\n1734\n\nGreat was the knight of stature, / may ye know full true,\nBuilt with breast expansive; / mingled was the hue\nOf his hair with silver; / long he was of limb;\nAs he strode stately forward / might ye mark his visage grim.\n\n1735\n\nThen were the thanes of Burgundy / unto quarters shown,\nBut the serving-man of Gunther / by themselves alone.\nThus the queen did counsel, / so filled she was with hate.\nAnon where they were harbored / the train did meet with direst fate.\n\n1736\n\nDankwart, Hagen's brother, / marshal was he.\nTo him the king his followers / commended urgently,\nThat he provide them plenty / and have of them good care.\nThe noble knight of Burgundy / their safety well in mind did bear.\n\n1737\n\nBy her train attended, / Queen Kriemhild went\nTo greet the Nibelungen, / yet false was her intent.\nShe kissed her brother Giselher / and took him by the hand:\nThereat of Tronje Hagen / did tighter draw his helmet's band.\n\n1733\n\n\"After such like greeting,\" / the doughty Hagen spake,\n\"Let all watchful warriors / full precaution take:\nDiffers wide the greeting / on masters and men bestowed.\nUnhappy was the hour / when to this festival we rode.\"\n\n1739\n\nShe spake: \"Now be ye welcome / to whom ye welcome be.\nFor sake of friendship never / ye greeting have from me.\nTell me now what bring ye / from Worms across the Rhine,\nThat ye so greatly welcome / should ever be to land of mine?\"\n\n1740\n\n\"An I had only known it,\" / Hagen spake again,\n\"That thou didst look for present / from hand of every thane,\nI were, methinks, so wealthy / --had I me bethought--\nThat I unto this country / likewise to thee my gift had brought.\"\n\n1741\n\n\"Now shall ye eke the story / to me more fully say:\nThe Nibelungen treasure, / where put ye that away?\nMy own possession was it, / as well ye understand.\nThat same ye should have brought me / hither unto Etzel's land.\"\n\n1742\n\n\"In sooth, my Lady Kriemhild, / full many a day hath flown\nSince of the Nibelungen / hoard I aught have known.\nInto the Rhine to sink it / my lords commanded me:\nVerily there must it / until the day of judgment be.\"\n\n1743\n\nThereto the queen gave answer: / \"Such was e'en my thought.\nThereof right little have ye / unto me hither brought,\nAlthough myself did own it / and once o'er it held sway.\n'Tis cause that I for ever / have full many a mournful day.\"\n\n1744\n\n\"The devil have I brought thee,\" / Hagen did declare.\n\"My shield it is so heavy / that I have to bear,\nAnd my plaited armor; / my shining helmet see,\nAnd sword in hand I carry, / --so might I nothing bring for thee.\"\n\n1745\n\nThen spake the royal lady / unto the warriors all:\n\"Weapon shall not any / bear into the hall.\nTo me now for safe keeping, / ye thanes shall give them o'er.\"\n\"In sooth,\" gave answer Hagen, / \"such thing shall happen nevermore.\n\n1746\n\n\"Such honor ne'er I covet, / royal lady mild,\nThat to its place of keeping / thou shouldst bear my shield\nWith all my other armor, / --for thou art a queen.\nSuch taught me ne'er my sire: / myself will be my chamberlain.\"\n\n1747\n\n\"Alack of these my sorrows!\" / the Lady Kriemhild cried;\n\"Wherefore will now my brother / and Hagen not confide\nTo me their shields for keeping? / Some one did warning give.\nKnew I by whom 'twas given, / brief were the space that he might live.\"\n\n1748\n\nThereto the mighty Dietrich / in wrath his answer gave:\n\"'Tis I who now these noble / lords forewarned have,\nAnd Hagen, knight full valiant / of the land of Burgundy.\nNow on! thou devil's mistress, / let not the deed my profit be.\"\n\n1749\n\nGreat shame thereat did Kriemhild's / bosom quickly fill;\nShe feared lest Dietrich's anger / should work her grievous ill.\nNaught she spake unto them / as thence she swiftly passed,\nBut fierce the lightning glances / that on her enemies she cast.\n\n1750\n\nBy hand then grasped each, other / doughty warriors twain:\nHight the one was Dietrich, / with Hagen, noble thane.\nThen spake in courteous manner / that knight of high degree:\n\"That ye are come to Hunland, / 'tis very sorrow unto me;\n\n1751\n\n\"For what hath here been spoken / by the lofty queen.\"\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Small cause to grieve, I ween.\"\nHeld converse thus together / those brave warriors twain,\nKing Etzel which perceiving / thus a questioning began:\n\n1752\n\n\"I would learn full gladly,\" / --in such wise spake he--\n\"Who were yonder warrior, / to whom so cordially\nDoth greeting give Sir Dietrich. / Meseemeth high his mood.\nWhosoe'er his sire, / a thane he is of mettle good.\"\n\n1753\n\nUnto the king gave answer / of Kriemhild's train a knight:\n\"Born he was of Tronje, / Aldrian his sire hight.\nHow merry here his bearing, / a thane full grim is he.\nThat I have spoken truly, / shalt thou anon have cause to see.\"\n\n1754\n\n\"How may I then perceive it / that fierce his wrath doth glow?\"\nNaught of basest treachery / yet the king did know,\nThat anon Queen Kriemhild / 'gainst her kinsmen did contrive,\nWhereby returned from Hunland / not one of all their train alive.\n\n1755\n\n\"Well knew I Aldrian, / he once to me was thane:\nPraise and mickle honor / he here by me did gain.\nMyself a knight did make him, / and gave him of my gold.\nHelke, noble lady, / did him in highest favor hold.\n\n1756\n\n\"Thereby know I fully / what Hagen since befell.\nTwo stately youths as hostage / at my court did dwell,\nHe and Spanish Walter, / from youth to manhood led.\nHagen sent I homeward; / Walter with Hildegunde fled.\"\n\n1757\n\nHe thought on ancient story / that long ago befell.\nHis doughty friend of Tronje / knew he then right well,\nWhose youthful valor erstwhile / did such assistance lend.\nThrough him in age he must be / bereft of many a dearest friend.\n\n\n\n\nTWENTY-NINTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow He arose not before Her\n\n1758\n\nThen parted from each other / the noble warriors twain,\nHagen of Tronje / and Dietrich, lofty thane.\nThen did King Gunther's warrior / cast a glance around,\nSeeking a companion / the same he eke full quickly found.\n\n1759\n\nAs standing there by Giselher / he did Volker see,\nHe prayed the nimble Fiddler / to bear him company,\nFor that full well he knew it / how grim he was of mood,\nAnd that in all things was he / a knight of mettle keen and good.\n\n1760\n\nWhile yet their lords were standing / there in castle yard\nSaw ye the two knights only / walking thitherward\nAcross the court far distant / before the palace wide.\nThe chosen thanes recked little / what might through any's hate betide.\n\n1761\n\nThey sate them down on settle / over against a hall,\nWherein dwelt Lady Kriemhild, / beside the palace wall.\nFull stately their attire / on stalwart bodies shone.\nAll that did look upon them / right gladly had the warriors known.\n\n1762\n\nLike unto beasts full savage / were they gaped upon,\nThe two haughty heroes, / by full many a Hun.\nEke from a casement Etzel's / wife did them perceive:\nOnce more to behold them / must fair Lady Kriemhild grieve.\n\n1763\n\nIt called to mind her sorrow, / and she to weep began,\nWhereat did mickle wonder / many an Etzel's man,\nWhat grief had thus so sudden / made her sad of mood.\nSpake she: \"That hath Hagen, / ye knights of mettle keen and good.\"\n\n1764\n\nThey to their mistress answered: / \"Such thing, how hath it been?\nFor that thee right joyous / we but now have seen.\nNe'er lived he so daring / that, having wrought thee ill,\nHis life he must not forfeit, / if but to vengeance point thy will.\"\n\n1765\n\n\"I live but to requite him / that shall avenge my wrong;\nWhate'er be his desire / shall unto him belong.\nProstrate I beseech you,\" / --so spake the monarch's wife--\n\"Avenge me upon Hagen, / and forfeit surely be his life.\"\n\n1766\n\nThree score of valiant warriors / made ready then straightway\nTo work the will of Kriemhild / and her best obey\nBy slaying of Sir Hagen, / the full valiant thane,\nAnd eke the doughty Fiddler; / by shameful deed thus sought they gain.\n\n1767\n\nWhen the queen beheld there / so small their company,\nIn full angry humor / to the warriors spake she:\n\"What there ye think to compass, / forego such purpose yet:\nSo small in numbers never / dare ye Hagen to beset.\n\n1768\n\n\"How doughty e'er be Hagen, / and known his valor wide,\nA man by far more doughty / that sitteth him beside,\nVolker the Fiddler: / a warrior grim is he.\nIn sooth may not so lightly / the heroes twain confronted be.\"\n\n1769\n\nWhen that she thus had spoken, / ready soon were seen\nFour hundred stalwart warriors; / for was the lofty queen\nFull intent upon it / to work them evil sore.\nTherefrom for all the strangers / was mickle sorrow yet in store.\n\n1770\n\nWhen that complete attired / were here retainers seen,\nUnto the knights impatient / in such wise spake the queen:\n\"Now bide ye yet a moment / and stand ye ready so,\nWhile I with crown upon me / unto my enemies shall go.\n\n1771\n\n\"And list while I accuse him / how he hath wrought me bane,\nHagen of Tronje, / Gunther's doughty thane.\nI know his mood so haughty, / naught he'll deny of all.\nNor reck I what of evil / therefrom may unto him befall.\"\n\n1772\n\nThen saw the doughty Fiddler / --he was a minstrel keen--\nAdown the steps descending / the high and stately queen\nWho issued from the castle. / When he the queen espied,\nSpake the valiant Volker / to him was seated by his side:\n\n1773\n\n\"Look yonder now, friend Hagen, / how that she hither hies\nWho to this land hath called us / in such treacherous wise.\nNo monarch's wife I ever / saw followed by such band\nOf warriors armed for battle, / that carry each a sword in hand.\n\n1774\n\n\"Know'st thou, perchance, friend Hagen, / if hate to thee they bear?\nThen would I well advise thee / of them full well beware\nAnd guard both life and honor. / That methinks were good,\nFor if I much mistake not, / full wrathful is the warriors' mood.\n\n1775\n\n\"Of many eke among them / so broad the breasts do swell,\nThat who would guard him 'gainst them / betimes would do it well.\nI ween that 'neath their tunics / they shining mail-coats wear:\nYet might I never tell thee, / 'gainst whom such evil mind they bear.\"\n\n1776\n\nThen spake all wrathful-minded / Hagen the warrior keen:\n\"On me to vent their fury / is their sole thought, I ween,\nThat thus with brandished weapons / their onward press we see.\nDespite them all yet trow I / to come safe home to Burgundy.\n\n1777\n\n\"Now tell me, friend Volker, / wilt thou beside me stand,\nIf seek to work me evil / here Kriemhild's band?\nThat let me hear right truly, / as I am dear to thee.\nBy thy side forever / shall my service faithful be.\"\n\n1778\n\n\"Full surely will I help thee,\" / the minstrel straight replied;\n\"And saw I e'en a monarch / with all his men beside\nHither come against us, / the while a sword I wield\nNot fear shall ever prompt me / from thy side one pace to yield.\"\n\n1779\n\n\"Now God in heaven, O Volker, / give thy high heart its meed.\nWill they forsooth assail me, / whereof else have I need?\nWilt thou thus stand beside me / as here is thy intent,\nLet come all armed these warriors, / on whatsoever purpose bent.\"\n\n1780\n\n\"Now rise we from this settle,\" / the minstrel spake once more,\n\"While that the royal lady / passeth here before.\nTo her be done this honor / as unto lady high.\nOurselves in equal manner / shall we honor eke thereby.\"\n\n1781\n\n\"Nay, nay! as me thou lovest,\" / Hagen spake again,\n\"For so would sure imagine / here each hostile thane\nThat 'twere from fear I did it, / should I bear me so.\nFor sake of never any / will I from this settle go.\n\n1782\n\n\"Undone we both might leave it / in sooth more fittingly.\nWherefore should I honor / who bears ill-will to me?\nSuch thing will I do never, / the while I yet have life.\nNor reck I aught how hateth / me the royal Etzel's wife.\"\n\n1783\n\nThereat defiant Hagen / across his knee did lay\nA sword that shone full brightly, / from whose knob did play\nThe light of glancing jasper / greener than blade of grass.\nWell perceived Kriemhild / that it erstwhile Siegfried's was.\n\n1784\n\nWhen she the sword espied, / to weep was sore her need.\nThe hilt was shining golden, / the sheath a band of red.\nAs it recalled her sorrow, / her tears had soon begun;\nI ween for that same purpose / 'twas thus by dauntless Hagen done.\n\n1785\n\nEke the valiant Volker / a fiddle-bow full strong\nUnto himself drew nearer; / mickle it was and long,\nLike unto a broad-sword / full sharp that was and wide.\nSo sat they all undaunted / the stately warriors side by side.\n\n1786\n\nThere sat the thanes together / in such defiant wise\nThat would never either / from the settle rise\nThrough fear of whomsoever. / Then strode before their feet\nThe lofty queen, and wrathful / did thus the doughty warriors greet.\n\n1787\n\nQuoth she: \"Now tell me, Hagen, / upon whose command\nBarest thou thus to journey / hither to this land,\nAnd knowest well what sorrow / through thee my heart must bear.\nWert thou not reft of reason, / then hadst thou kept thee far from here.\"\n\n1788\n\n\"By none have I been summoned,\" / Hagen gave reply.\n\"Three lofty thanes invited / were to this country:\nThe same I own as masters / and service with them find.\nWhene'er they make court journey / 'twere strange should I remain\n      behind.\"\n\n1789\n\nQuoth she: \"Now tell me further, / wherefore didst thou that\nWhereby thou hast deserved / my everlasting hate?\n'Twas thou that slewest Siegfried, / spouse so dear to me,\nThe which, till life hath ended, / must ever cause for weeping be.\"\n\n1790\n\nSpake he: \"Why parley further, / since further word were vain?\nE'en I am that same Hagen / by whom was Siegfried slain,\nThat deft knight of valor. / How sore by him 'twas paid\nThat the Lady Kriemhild / dared the fair Brunhild upbraid!\n\n1791\n\n\"Beyond all cavil is it, / high and royal dame,\nOf all the grievous havoc / I do bear the blame.\nAvenge it now who wisheth, / woman or man tho't be.\nAn I unto thee lie not, / I've wrought thee sorest injury.\"\n\n1792\n\nShe spake: \"Now hear, ye warriors, / how denies he not at all\nThe cause of all my sorrow. / Whate'er may him befall\nReck I not soever, / that know ye, Etzel's men.\"\nThe overweening warriors / blank gazed upon each other then.\n\n1793\n\nHad any dared the onset, / seen it were full plain\nThe palm must be awarded / to the companions twain,\nWho had in storm of battle / full oft their prowess shown.\nWhat that proud band designed / through fear must now be left undone.\n\n1794\n\nOutspake one of their number: / \"Wherefore look thus to me?\nWhat now I thought to venture / left undone shall be,\nNor for reward of any / think I my life to lose;\nTo our destruction lures us / here the royal Etzel's spouse.\"\n\n1795\n\nThen spake thereby another: / \"Like mind therein have I.\nThough ruddy gold were offered / like towers piled high,\nYet would I never venture / to stir this Fiddler's spleen.\nSuch are the rapid glances / that darting from his eyes I've seen.\n\n1796\n\n\"Likewise know I Hagen / from youthful days full well,\nNor more about his valor / to me need any tell.\nIn two and twenty battles / I the knight have seen,\nWhereby sorest sorrow / to many a lady's heart hath been.\n\n1797\n\n\"When here they were with Etzel, / he and the knight of Spain\nBore storm of many a battle / in many a warlike train\nFor sake of royal honor, / so oft thereof was need.\nWherefore of right are honors / high the valiant Hagen's meed.\n\n1798\n\n\"Then was yet the hero / but a child in years;\nNow how hoary-headed / who were his youthful feres,\nTo wisdom now attained, / a warrior grim and strong,\nEke bears he with him Balmung, / the which he gained by mickle wrong.\"\n\n1799\n\nTherewith the matter ended, / and none the fight dared start,\nWhereat the Lady Kriemhild / full heavy was of heart.\nHer warriors thence did vanish, / for feared they death indeed\nAt hands of the Fiddler, / whereof right surely was there need.\n\n1800\n\nOutspake then the Fiddler: / \"Well we now have seen,\nThat enemies here do greet us, / as we forewarned have been.\nBack unto the monarchs / let us straight repair,\nThat none against our masters / to raise a hostile hand may dare.\n\n1801\n\n\"How oft from impious purpose / doth fear hold back the hand,\nWhere friend by friend doth only / firm in friendship stand,\nUntil right sense give warning / to leave the thing undone.\nThus wisdom hath prevented / the harm of mortals many a one.\"\n\n1802\n\n\"Heed I will thy counsel,\" / Hagen gave reply.\nThen passed they where / the monarchs found they presently\nIn high state received / within the palace court.\nLoud the valiant Volker / straight began after this sort\n\n1803\n\nUnto his royal masters: / \"How long will ye stand so,\nThat foes may press upon you? / To the king ye now shall go,\nAnd from his lips hear spoken / how is his mind to you.\"\nThe valiant lords and noble / consorted then by two and two.\n\n1804\n\nOf Bern the lofty Dietrich / took by the hand\nGunther the lordly monarch / of Burgundian land;\nIrnfried escorted Gernot, / a knight of valor keen,\nAnd Ruediger with Giselher / going unto the court was seen.\n\n1805\n\nHowe'er with fere consorted / there any thane might be,\nVolker and Hagen / ne'er parted company,\nSave in storm of battle / when they did reach life's bourne,\n'Twas cause that highborn ladies / anon in grievous way must mourn.\n\n1806\n\nUnto the court then passing / with the kings were seen.\nOf their lofty retinue / a thousand warriors keen,\nAnd threescore thanes full valiant / that followed in their train;\nThe same from his own country / had doughty Hagen with him ta'en.\n\n1807\n\nHawart and eke Iring, / chosen warriors twain,\nSaw ye walk together / in the royal train.\nBy Dankwart and Wolfhart, / a thane of high renown,\nWas high courtly bearing / there before the others shown.\n\n1808\n\nWhen the lord of Rhineland / passed into the hall,\nEtzel mighty monarch / waited not at all,\nBut sprang from off his settle / when he beheld him nigh.\nBy monarch ne'er was given / greeting so right heartily.\n\n1809\n\n\"Welcome be, Lord Gunther, / and eke Sir Gernot too,\nAnd your brother Giselher. / My greetings unto you\nI sent with honest purpose / to Worms across the Rhine;\nAnd welcome all your followers / shall be unto this land of mine.\n\n1810\n\n\"Right welcome be ye likewise, / doughty warriors twain,\nVolker the full valiant, / and Hagen dauntless thane,\nTo me and to my lady / here in my country.\nUnto the Rhine to greet you / many a messenger sent she.\"\n\n1811\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Thereof I'm well aware,\nAnd did I with my masters / not thus to Hunland fare,\nTo do thee honor had I / ridden unto thy land.\"\nThen took the lofty monarch / the honored strangers by the hand.\n\n1812\n\nHe led them to the settle / whereon himself he sat,\nThen poured they for the strangers / --with care they tended that--\nIn goblets wide and golden / mead and mulberry wine,\nAnd bade right hearty welcome / unto the knights afar from Rhine.\n\n1813\n\nThen spake the monarch Etzel: / \"This will I freely say:\nNaught in this world might happen / to bring my heart more joy,\nThan that ye lofty heroes / thus are come to me.\nThe queen from mickle sadness / thereby make ye likewise free.\n\n1814\n\n\"To me 'twas mickle wonder / wherein had I transgressed,\nThat I for friends had won me / so many a noble guest,\nYet ye had never deigned / to come to my country.\n'Tis now turned cause of gladness / that you as guests I here may see.\"\n\n1815\n\nThereto gave answer Ruediger, / a knight of lofty mind:\n\"Well mayst thou joy to see them; / right honor shalt thou find\nAnd naught but noble bearing / in my high mistress' kin.\nWith them for guest thou likewise / many a stately thane dost win.\"\n\n1816\n\nAt turn of sun in summer / were the knights arrived\nAt mighty Etzel's palace. / Ne'er hath monarch lived\nThat lordly guests did welcome / with higher compliment.\nWhen come was time of eating, / the king with them to table went.\n\n1817\n\nAmid his guests more stately / a host was seated ne'er.\nThey had in fullest measure / of drink and goodly fare;\nWhate'er they might desire, / they ready found the same.\nTales of mickle wonder / had spread abroad the heroes' fame.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTIETH ADVENTURE\n\nHow they kept Guard\n\n1818\n\nAnd now the day was ended / and nearing was the night.\nCame then the thought with longing / unto each way-worn knight,\nWhen that they might rest them / and to their beds be shown.\n'Twas mooted first by Hagen / and straight was answer then made known.\n\n1819\n\nTo Etzel spake then Gunther: / \"Fair days may God thee give!\nTo bed we'll now betake us, / an be it by thy leave;\nWe'll come betimes at morning, / if so thy pleasure be.\"\nFrom his guests the monarch / parted then full courteously.\n\n1820\n\nUpon the guests on all sides / the Huns yet rudely pressed,\nWhereat the valiant Volker / these words to them addressed:\n\"How dare ye 'fore these warriors / thus beset the way?\nIf that ye desist not, / rue such rashness soon ye may.\n\n1821\n\n\"Let fall will I on some one / such stroke of fiddle-bow,\nThat eyes shall fill with weeping / if he hath friend to show.\nWhy make not way before us, / as fitting were to do!\nKnights by name ye all are, / but knighthood's ways unknown to you.\"\n\n1822\n\nWhen outspake the Fiddler / thus so wrathfully\nBackward glanced bold Hagen / to see what this might be.\nQuoth he: \"He redes you rightly, / this keen minstrel knight.\nYe followers of Kriemhild, / now pass to rest you for the night.\n\n1823\n\n\"The thing whereof ye're minded / will none dare do, I ween.\nIf aught ye purpose 'gainst us, / on the morrow be that seen,\nAnd let us weary strangers / the night in quiet pass;\nI ween, with knights of honor / such evermore the custom was.\"\n\n1824\n\nThen were led the strangers / into a spacious hall\nWhere they found prepared / for the warriors one and all\nBeds adorned full richly, / that were both wide and long.\nYet planned the Lady Kriemhild / to work on them the direst wrong.\n\n1825\n\nRich quilted mattress covers / of Arras saw ye there\nLustrous all and silken, / and spreading sheets there were\nWrought of silk of Araby, / the best might e'er be seen.\nO'er them lay rich embroidered / stuffs that cast a brilliant sheen.\n\n1826\n\nCoverlets of ermine / full many might ye see,\nWith sullen sable mingled, / whereunder peacefully\nThey should rest the night through / till came the shining day.\nA king with all retinue / ne'er, I ween, so stately lay.\n\n1827\n\n\"Alack for these night-quarters!\" / quoth young Giselher,\n\"Alack for my companions / who this our journey share!\nHow kind so e'er my sister's / hospitality,\nDead by her devising, / I fear me, are we doomed to be.\"\n\n1828\n\n\"Let now no fears disturb you,\" / Hagen gave reply;\n\"Through the hours of sleeping / keep the watch will I.\nI trust full well to guard you / until return the day,\nThereof be never fearful; / let then preserve him well who may.\"\n\n1829\n\nInclined they all before him / thereat to give him grace.\nThen sought they straight their couches; / in sooth 'twas little space\nUntil was softly resting / every stately man.\nBut Hagen, valiant hero, / the while to don his armor gan.\n\n1830\n\nSpake then to him the Fiddler, / Volker a doughty thane:\n\"I'll be thy fellow, Hagen, / an wilt thou not disdain,\nWhile watch this night thou keepest, / until do come the morn.\"\nRight heartily the hero / to Volker then did thanks return.\n\n1831\n\n\"God in heaven requite thee, / Volker, trusty fere.\nIn all my time of trouble / wished I none other near,\nNone other but thee only, / when dangers round me throng.\nI'll well repay that favor, / if death withhold its hand so long.\"\n\n1832\n\nArrayed in glittering armor / both soon did ready stand;\nEach did take unto him / a mighty shield in hand,\nAnd passed without the portal / there to keep the way.\nThus were the strangers guarded, / and trusty watchers eke had they.\n\n1833\n\nVolker the valiant, / as he sat before the hall,\nLeaned his trusty buckler / meanwhile against the wall,\nThen took in hand his fiddle / as he was wont to do:\nAll times the thane would render / unto his friends a service true.\n\n1834\n\nBeneath the hall's wide portal / he sat on bench of stone;\nThan he a bolder fiddler / was there never none.\nAs from his chords sweet echoes / resounded through the hall,\nThanks for glad refreshment / had Volker from the warriors all.\n\n1835\n\nThen from the strings an echo / the wide hall did fill,\nFor in his fiddle-playing / the knight had strength and skill.\nSofter then and sweeter / to fiddle he began\nAnd wiled to peaceful slumber / many an anxious brooding man.\n\n1836\n\nWhen they were wrapped in slumber / and he did understand,\nThen took again the warrior / his trusty shield in hand\nAnd passed without the portal / to guard the entrance tower,\nAnd safe to keep his fellows / where Kriemhild's crafty men did lower.\n\n1837\n\nAbout the hour of midnight, / or earlier perchance,\nThe eye of valiant Volker / did catch a helmet's glance\nAfar from out the darkness: / the men of Kriemhild sought\nHow that upon the strangers / might grievous scathe in stealth be\n      wrought.\n\n1838\n\nQuoth thereat the Fiddler: / \"Friend Hagen, 'tis full clear\nThat we do well together / here this watch to share.\nI see before us yonder / men armed for the fight;\nI ween they will attack us, / if I their purpose judge aright.\"\n\n1839\n\n\"Be silent, then,\" spake Hagen, / \"and let them come more nigh.\nEre that they perceive us / shall helmets sit awry,\nBy good swords disjointed / that in our hands do swing.\nTale of vigorous greeting / shall they back to Kriemhild bring.\"\n\n1840\n\nAmid the Hunnish warriors / one full soon did see,\nThat well the door was guarded; / straightway then cried he:\n\"The thing we here did purpose / 'tis need we now give o'er,\nFor I behold the Fiddler / standing guard before the door.\n\n1841\n\n\"Upon his head a helmet / of glancing light is seen,\nWelded strong and skilful, / dintless, of clearest sheen.\nThe mail-rings of his armor / do sparkle like the fire,\nBeside him stands eke Hagen; / safe are the strangers from our ire.\"\n\n1842\n\nStraightway they back returned. / When Volker that did see,\nUnto his companion / wrathfully spake he:\n\"Now let me to those caitiffs / across the court-yard go;\nWhat mean they by such business, / from Kriemhild's men I fain would\n      know.\"\n\n1843\n\n\"No, as thou dost love me,\" / Hagen straight replied;\n\"If from this hall thou partest, / such ill may thee betide\nAt hands of these bold warriors / and from the swords they bear,\nThat I must haste to help thee, / though here our kinsmen's bane it were.\n\n1844\n\n\"Soon as we two together / have joined with them in fight,\nA pair or two among them / will surely hasten straight\nHither to this hall here, / and work such havoc sore\nUpon our sleeping brethren, / as must be mourned evermore.\"\n\n1845\n\nThereto gave answer Volker: / \"So much natheless must be,\nThat they do learn full certain / how I the knaves did see,\nThat the men of Kriemhild / hereafter not deny\nWhat they had wrought full gladly / here with foulest treachery.\"\n\n1846\n\nStraightway then unto them / aloud did Volker call:\n\"How go ye thus in armor, / ye valiant warriors all?\nOr forth, perchance, a-robbing, / Kriemhild's men, go ye?\nMyself and my companion / shall ye then have for company.\"\n\n1847\n\nThereto no man gave answer. / Wrathful grew his mood:\n\"Fie, ye caitiff villains,\" / spake the hero good,\n\"Would ye us so foully / have murdered while we slept?\nWith knights so high in honor / full seldom thus hath faith been kept.\"\n\n1848\n\nThen unto Queen Kriemhild / were the tidings borne,\nHow her men did fail their purpose: / 'twas cause for her to mourn.\nYet otherwise she wrought it, / for grim she was of mood:\nAnon through her must perish / full many a valorous knight and good.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTY-FIRST ADVENTURE\n\nHow they went to Mass\n\n1849\n\n\"So cool doth grow my armor,\" / Volker made remark,\n\"I ween but little longer / will endure the dark.\nBy the air do I perceive it, / that soon will break the day.\"\nThen waked they many a warrior / who still in deepest slumber lay.\n\n1850\n\nWhen brake the light of morning / athwart the spacious hall,\nHagen gan awaken / the stranger warriors all,\nIf that they to the minster / would go to holy mass.\nAfter the Christian custom, / of bells a mickle ringing was.\n\n1851\n\nThere sang they all uneven, / that plainly might ye see\nHow Christian men and heathen / did not full well agree.\nEach one of Gunther's warriors / would hear the service sung,\nSo were they all together / up from their night-couches sprung.\n\n1852\n\nThen did the warriors lace them / in so goodly dress,\nThat never heroes any, / that king did e'er possess,\nMore richly stood attired; / that Hagen grieved to see.\nQuoth he: \"Ye knights, far other / here must your attire be.\n\n1853\n\n\"Yea, know among you many / how here the case doth stand.\nBear ye instead of roses / your good swords in hand,\nFor chaplets all bejewelled / your glancing helmets good,\nSince we have well perceived / how is the angry Kriemhild's mood.\n\n1854\n\n\"To-day must we do battle, / that will I now declare.\nInstead of silken tunic / shall ye good hauberks wear,\nAnd for embroidered mantle / a trusty shield and wide,\nThat ye may well defend you, / if ye must others' anger bide.\n\n1855\n\n\"My masters well beloved, / knights and kinsmen true,\n'Tis meet that ye betake you / unto the minster too,\nThat God do not forsake you / in peril and in need,\nFor certain now I make you / that death is nigh to us indeed.\n\n1856\n\n\"Forget ye not whatever / wrong ye e'er have done,\nBut there 'fore God right meekly / all your errors own;\nThereto would I advise you, / ye knights of high degree,\nFor God alone in heaven / may will that other mass ye see.\"\n\n1857\n\nThus went they to the minster, / the princes and their men.\nWithin the holy churchyard / bade them Hagen then\nStand all still together / that they part not at all.\nQuoth he: \"Knows not any / what may at hands of Huns befall.\n\n1858\n\n\"Let stand, good friends, all ready, / your shields before your feet,\nThat if ever any / would you in malice greet,\nWith deep-cut wound ye pay him; / that is Hagen's rede,\nThat from men may never / aught but praises be your meed.\"\n\n1859\n\nVolker and Hagen, / the twain thence did pass\nBefore the broad minster. / Therein their purpose was\nThat the royal Kriemhild / must meet them where they stood\nThere athwart her pathway. / In sooth full grim she was of mood.\n\n1860\n\nThen came the royal Etzel / and eke his spouse full fair.\nAttired were the warriors / all in raiment rare\nThat following full stately / with her ye might see;\nThe dust arose all densely / round Kriemhild's mickle company.\n\n1861\n\nWhen the lofty monarch / thus all armed did see\nThe kings and their followers, / straightway then cried he:\n\"How see I in this fashion / my friends with helm on head?\nBy my troth I sorrow / if ill to them have happened.\n\n1862\n\n\"I'll gladly make atonement / as doth to them belong.\nHath any them affronted / or done them aught of wrong,\nTo me 'tis mickle sorrow, / well may they understand.\nTo serve them am I ready, / in whatsoever they command.\"\n\n1863\n\nThereto gave answer Hagen: / \"Here hath wronged us none.\n'Tis custom of my masters / to keep their armor on\nTill full three days be over, / when high festival they hold.\nDid any here molest us, / to Etzel would the thing be told.\"\n\n1864\n\nFull well heard Kriemhild likewise / how Hagen gave reply.\nUpon him what fierce glances / flashed furtively her eye!\nYet betray she would not / the custom of her country,\nThough well she long had known it / in the land of Burgundy.\n\n1865\n\nHow grim soe'er and mighty / the hate to them she bore,\nHad any told to Etzel / how stood the thing before,\nWell had he prevented / what there anon befell.\nSo haughty were they minded / that none to him the same would tell.\n\n1866\n\nWith the queen came forward / there a mighty train,\nBut no two handbreadths yielded / yet those warriors twain\nTo make way before her. / The Huns did wrathful grow,\nThat their mistress passing / should by them be jostled so.\n\n1867\n\nEtzel's highborn pages / were sore displeased thereat,\nAnd had upon the strangers / straightway spent their hate,\nBut that they durst not do it / their high lord before.\nThere was a mickle pressing, / yet naught of anger happened more.\n\n1868\n\nWhen they thence were parting / from holy service done,\nOn horse came quickly prancing / full many a nimble Hun.\nWith the Lady Kriemhild / went many a maiden fair,\nAnd eke to make her escort / seven thousand knights rode there.\n\n1869\n\nKriemhild with her ladies / within the casement sat\nBy Etzel, mighty monarch, / --full pleased he was thereat.\nThey wished to view the tourney / of knights beyond compare.\nWhat host of strangers riding / thronged the court before them there!\n\n1870\n\nThe marshal with the squires / not in vain ye sought,\nDankwart the full valiant: / with him had he brought\nHis royal master's followers / of the land of Burgundy.\nFor the valiant Nibelungen / the steeds well saddled might ye see.\n\n1871\n\nWhen their steeds they mounted, / the kings and all their men,\nVolker thane full doughty, / gave his counsel then,\nThat after their country's fashion / they ride a mass mellay.\nHis rede the heroes followed / and tourneyed in full stately way.\n\n1872\n\nThe knight had counsel given / in sooth that pleased them well;\nThe clash of arms in mellay / soon full loud did swell.\nMany a valiant warrior / did thereto resort,\nAs Etzel and Kriemhild / looked down upon the spacious court.\n\n1873\n\nCame there unto the mellay / six hundred knights of those\nThat followed Dietrich's bidding, / the strangers to oppose.\nPastime would they make them / with the men of Burgundy,\nAnd if he leave had granted. / had done the same right willingly.\n\n1874\n\nIn their company rode there / how many a warrior bold!\nWhen unto Sir Dietrich / then the thing was told,\nForbade he that 'gainst Gunther's / men they join the play.\nHe feared lest harm befall them, / and well his counsel did he weigh.\n\n1875\n\nWhen of Bern the warriors / thence departed were,\nCame they of Bechelaren, / the men of Ruediger,\nBearing shield five hundred, / and rode before the hall;\nRather had the margrave / that they came there not at all.\n\n1876\n\nPrudently then rode he / amid their company\nAnd told unto his warriors / how they might plainly see,\nThat the men of Gunther / were in evil mood:\nDid they forego the mellay, / please him better far it would.\n\n1877\n\nWhen they were thence departed, / the stately knights and bold,\nCame they of Thuringia, / as hath to us been told,\nAnd of them of Denmark / a thousand warriors keen.\nFrom crash of spear up-flying / full frequent were the splinters seen.\n\n1878\n\nIrnfried and Hawart / rode into the mellay,\nWhom the gallant men of Rhineland / received in knightly play:\nFull oft the men of Thuringia / they met in tournament,\nWhereby the piercing lance-point / through many a stately shield was\n      sent.\n\n1879\n\nEke with three thousand warriors / came Sir Bloedel there.\nEtzel and Kriemhild / were of his coming ware,\nAs this play of chivalry / before them they did see.\nNow hoped the queen that evil / befall the men of Burgundy.\n\n1880\n\nSchrutan and Gibecke / rode into the mellay,\nEke Ramung and Hornbog / after the Hunnish way;\nYet must they come to standstill / 'fore the thanes of Burgundy.\nHigh against the palace / wall the splintered shafts did fly.\n\n1881\n\nHow keen soe'er the contest, / 'twas naught but knightly sport.\nWith shock of shields and lances / heard ye the palace court\nLoud give back the echo / where Gunther's men rode on.\nHis followers in the jousting / on every side high honor won.\n\n1882\n\nSo long they held such pastime / and with so mickle heat\nThat through the broidered trappings / oozed clear drops of sweat\nFrom the prancing chargers / whereon the knights did ride.\nIn full gallant manner / their skill against the Huns they tried.\n\n1883\n\nThen outspake the Fiddler, / Volker deft of hand:\n\"These knights, I ween, too timid / are 'gainst us to stand.\nOft did I hear the story / what hate to us they bore;\nThan this a fairer season / to vent it, find they nevermore.\"\n\n1884\n\n\"Lead back unto the stables,\" / once more spake Volker then,\n\"Now our weary chargers; / we'll ride perchance again\nWhen comes the cool of evening, / if fitting time there be.\nMayhap the queen will honor / award to men of Burgundy.\"\n\n1885\n\nBeheld they then prick hither / one dressed in state so rare\nThat of the Huns none other / might with him compare.\nBelike from castle tower / did watch his fair lady;\nSo gay was his apparel / as it some knight's bride might be.\n\n1886\n\nThen again quoth Volker: / \"How may I stay my hand?\nYonder ladies' darling / a knock shall understand.\nLet no man here deter me, / I'll give him sudden check.\nHow spouse of royal Etzel / thereat may rage, I little reck.\"\n\n1887\n\n\"Nay, as thou dost love me,\" / straight King Gunther spake;\n\"All men will but reproach us / if such affront we make.\nThe Huns be first offenders, / for such would more befit.\"\nStill did the royal Etzel / in casement by Queen Kriemhild sit.\n\n1888\n\n\"I'll add unto the mellay,\" / Hagen did declare;\n\"Let now all these ladies / and knights be made aware\nHow we can ride a charger; / 'twere well we make it known,\nFor, come what may, small honor / shall here to Gunther's men be shown.\"\n\n1889\n\nOnce more the nimble Volker / into the mellay spurred,\nWhereat full many a lady / soon to weep was heard.\nHis lance right through the body / of that gay Hun he sent:\n'Twas cause that many a woman / and maiden fair must sore lament.\n\n1890\n\nStraight dashed into the mellay / Hagen and his men.\nWith three score of his warriors / spurred he quickly then\nForward where the Fiddler / played so lustily.\nEtzel and Kriemhild / full plainly might the passage see.\n\n1891\n\nThen would the kings their minstrel / --that may ye fairly know--\nLeave not all defenceless / there amid the foe.\nWith them a thousand heroes / rode forth full dexterously,\nAnd soon had gained their purpose / with show of proudest chivalry.\n\n1892\n\nWhen in such rude fashion / the stately Hun was slain,\nMight ye hear his kinsmen / weeping loud complain.\nThen all around did clamor: / \"Who hath the slayer been?\"\n\"None but the Fiddler was it, / Volker the minstrel keen.\"\n\n1893\n\nFor swords and for shields then / called full speedily\nThat slain margrave's kinsmen / of the Hun's country.\nTo avenge him sought they / Volker in turn to slay.\nIn haste down from the casement / royal Etzel made his way.\n\n1894\n\nArose a mighty clamor / from the people all;\nThe kings and men of Burgundy / dismounted 'fore the hall,\nAnd likewise their chargers / to the rear did send.\nCame then the mighty Etzel / and sought to bring the strife to end.\n\n1895\n\nFrom one of that Hun's kinsmen / who near by him did stand\nSnatched he a mighty weapon / quick from out his hand,\nAnd therewith backward smote them, / for fierce his anger wrought.\n\"Shall thus my hospitality / unto these knights be brought to naught?\"\n\n1896\n\n\"If ye the valiant minstrel / here 'fore me should slay,\"\nSpake the royal Etzel, / \"it were an evil day.\nWhen he the Hun impaled / I did observe full well,\nThat not through evil purpose / but by mishap it so befell.\n\n1897\n\n\"These my guests now must ye / ne'er disturb in aught.\"\nHimself became their escort. / Away their steeds were brought\nUnto the stables / by many a waiting squire,\nWho ready at their bidding / stood to meet their least desire.\n\n1898\n\nThe host with the strangers / into the palace went,\nNor would he suffer any / further his wrath to vent.\nSoon were the tables ready / and water for them did wait.\nMany then had gladly / on them of Rhineland spent their hate.\n\n1899\n\nNot yet the lords were seated / till some time was o'er.\nFor Kriemhild o'er her sorrow / meantime did trouble sore.\nShe spake: \"Of Bern, O Master, / thy counsel grant to me,\nThy help and eke thy mercy, / for here in sorry plight I be.\"\n\n1900\n\nTo her gave answer Hildebrand, / a thane right praiseworthy:\n\"Who harms the Nibelungen / shall ne'er have help of me,\nHow great soe'er the guerdon. / Such deed he well may rue,\nFor never yet did any / these gallant doughty knights subdue.\"\n\n1901\n\nEke in courteous manner / Sir Dietrich her addressed:\n\"Vain, O lofty mistress, / unto me thy quest.\nIn sooth thy lofty kinsmen / have wronged me not at all,\nThat I on thanes so valorous / should thus with murderous purpose fall.\n\n1902\n\n\"Thy prayer doth thee small honor, / O high and royal dame,\nThat upon thy kinsmen / thou so dost counsel shame.\nThy grace to have they deemed / when came they to this land.\nNevermore shall Siegfried / avenged be by Dietrich's hand.\"\n\n1903\n\nWhen she no guile discovered / in the knight of Bern,\nUnto Bloedel straightway / did she hopeful turn\nWith promise of wide marches / that Nudung erst did own.\nSlew him later Dankwart / that he forgot the gift full soon.\n\n1904\n\nSpake she: \"Do thou help me, / Sir Bloedel, I pray.\nYea, within the palace / are foes of mine this day,\nWho erstwhile slew Siegfried, / spouse full dear to me.\nWho helps me to avenge it, / to him I'll e'er beholden be.\"\n\n1905\n\nThereto gave answer Bloedel: / \"Lady, be well aware,\nNe'er to do them evil / 'fore Etzel may I dare,\nFor to thy kinsmen, lady, / beareth he good will.\nNe'er might the king me pardon, / wrought I upon them aught of ill.\"\n\n1906\n\n\"But nay, Sir Bloedel, my favor / shall thou have evermore.\nYea, give I thee for guerdon / silver and gold in store,\nAnd eke a fairest lady, / that Nudung erst should wed:\nBy her fond embraces / may'st thou well be comforted.\n\n1907\n\n\"The land and eke the castles, / all to thee I'll give;\nYea, may'st thou, knight full noble, / in joyance ever live,\nCall'st thou thine the marches, / wherein did Nudung dwell.\nWhate'er this day I promise, / fulfil it all I will full well.\"\n\n1908\n\nWhen understood Sir Bloedel / what gain should be his share,\nAnd pleased him well the lady / for that she was so fair,\nBy force of arms then thought he / to win her for his wife.\nThereby the knight aspirant / was doomed anon to lose his life.\n\n1909\n\n\"Unto the hall betake thee,\" / quoth he unto the queen,\n\"Alarum I will make thee / ere any know, I ween.\nAtone shall surely Hagen / where he hath done thee wrong:\nTo thee I'll soon give over / King Gunther's man in fetters strong.\"\n\n1910\n\n\"To arms, to arms!\" quoth Bloedel, / \"my good warriors all:\nIn their followers' quarters / upon the foe we'll fall.\nHerefrom will not release me / royal Etzel's wife.\nTo win this venture therefore / fear not each one to lose his life.\"\n\n1911\n\nWhen at length Queen Kriemhild / found Bloedel well content\nTo fulfil her bidding, / she to table went\nWith the monarch Etzel / and eke a goodly band.\nDire was the treason / she against the guests had planned.\n\n1912\n\nSince in none other manner / she knew the strife to start,\n(Kriemhild's ancient sorrow / still rankled in her heart),\nBade she bring to table / Etzel's youthful son:\nBy woman bent on vengeance / how might more awful deed be done?\n\n1913\n\nWent upon the instant / four of Etzel's men,\nAnd soon came bearing Ortlieb, / the royal scion, then\nUnto the princes' table, / where eke grim Hagen sate.\nThe child was doomed to perish / by reason of his deadly hate.\n\n1914\n\nWhen the mighty monarch / then his child did see,\nUnto his lady's kinsmen / in manner kind spake he:\n\"Now, my good friends, behold ye / here my only son,\nAnd child of your high sister: / may it bring you profit every one.\n\n1915\n\n\"Grow he but like his kindred, / a valiant man he'll be,\nA mighty king and noble, / doughty and fair to see.\nLive I but yet a little, / twelve lands shall he command;\nMay ye have faithful service / from the youthful Ortlieb's hand.\n\n1916\n\n\"Therefore grant me favor, / ye good friends of mine;\nWhen to your country ride ye / again unto the Rhine,\nShall ye then take with you / this your sister's son,\nAnd at your hands may ever / by the child full fair be done.\n\n1917\n\n\"Bring him up in honor / until to manhood grown.\nIf then in any country / hath wrong to you been done,\nHe'll help you by his valor / vengeance swift to wreak.\"\nEke heard the Lady Kriemhild / royal Etzel thus to speak.\n\n1918\n\n\"Well might these my masters / on his faith rely,\nGrew he e'er to manhood,\" / Hagen made reply:\n\"Yet is the prince, I fear me, / more early doomed of fate.\n'Twere strange did any see me / ever at court on Ortlieb wait.\"\n\n1919\n\nThe monarch glanced at Hagen, / sore grieved at what he heard;\nAlthough the king full gallant / thereto spake ne'er a word,\nNatheless his heart was saddened / and heavy was his mind.\nNowise the mood of Hagen / was to merriment inclined.\n\n1920\n\nIt grieved all the princes / and the royal host\nThat of his child did Hagen / make such idle boast.\nThat they must likewise leave it / unanswered, liked they not:\nThey little weaned what havoc / should by the thane anon be wrought.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTY-SECOND ADVENTURE\n\nHow Bloedel was Slain\n\n1921\n\nThe knights by Bloedel summoned / soon armed and ready were,\nA thousand wearing hauberks / straightway did repair\nWhere Dankwart sat at table / with many a goodly squire.\nSoon knight on knight was seeking / in fiercest way to vent his ire.\n\n1922\n\nWhen there Sir Bloedel / strode unto the board,\nDankwart the marshal / thus spoke courteous word:\n\"Unto this hall right welcome / good Sir Bloedel be.\nWhat business hast thou hither / is cause of wonder yet to me.\"\n\n1923\n\n\"No greeting here befits thee,\" / spake Bloedel presently,\n\"For that this my coming / now thy end must be,\nThrough Hagen's fault, thy brother, / who Siegfried erstwhile slew\nTo the Huns thou mak'st atonement, / and many another warrior too.\"\n\n1924\n\n\"But nay, but nay, Sir Bloedel,\" / Dankwart spake thereto,\n\"For so should we have reason / our coming here to rue.\nA child I was and little / when Siegfried lost his life,\nNor know I why reproacheth / me the royal Etzel's wife.\"\n\n1925\n\n\"In sooth I may the story / never fully tell.\nGunther and Hagen was it / by whom the deed befell.\nNow guard you well, ye strangers, / for doomed in sooth are ye,\nUnto Lady Kriemhild / must your lives now forfeit be.\"\n\n1926\n\n\"An so thou wilt desist not,\" / Dankwart declared,\n\"Regret I my entreaty, / my toil were better spared.\"\nThe nimble thane and valiant / up from the table sprung,\nAnd drew a keen-edged weapon, / great in sooth that was and long.\n\n1927\n\nThen smote he with it Bloedel / such a sudden blow\nThat his head full sudden / before his feet lay low.\n\"Be that thy wedding-dower,\" / the doughty Dankwart spake,\n\"Along with bride of Nudung / whom thou would'st to thy bosom take.\n\n1928\n\n\"To-morrow may she marry, / but some other one:\nWill he have bridal portion, / e'en so to him be done.\"\nA Hun that liked not treason / had given him to know\nHow that the queen upon him / thought to work so grievous woe.\n\n1929\n\nWhen the men of Bloedel / saw thus their master slain,\nTo fall upon the strangers / would they longer not refrain.\nWith swords swung high above them / upon the squires they flew\nIn a grimmest humor. / Soon many must that rashness rue.\n\n1930\n\nFull loudly cried then Dankwart / to all his company:\n\"Behold ye, noble squires, / the fate that ours must be.\nNow quit yourselves with valor, / for evil is our pass,\nThough fair to us the summons / hither from Lady Kriemhild was!\"\n\n1931\n\nThey, too, reached down before them, / who no weapons bore,\nAnd each a massive footstool / snatched from off the floor,\nFor the Burgundian squires / no whit were they dismayed;\nAnd by the selfsame weapons / was many a dint in helmet made.\n\n1932\n\nHow fierce they fought to shield them / the strangers one and all!\nE'en their armed foemen / drove they from the hall.\nOr smote dead within it / hundreds five or more;\nAll the valiant fighters / saw ye drenched with ruddy gore.\n\n1933\n\nEre long the wondrous tidings / some messenger did tell\nUnto Etzel's chieftain / --fierce did their anger swell--\nHow that slain was Bloedel / and knights full many a one;\nThe which had Hagen's brother / with his lusty squires done.\n\n1934\n\nThe Huns, by anger driven, / ere Etzel was aware,\nTwo thousand men or over, / did quick themselves prepare.\nThey fell upon those squires / --e'en so it had to be--\nAnd never any living / they left of all that company.\n\n1935\n\nA mickle host they faithless / unto those quarters brought,\nBut lustily the strangers / 'gainst their assailants fought.\nWhat booted swiftest valor? / Soon must all lie dead.\nA dire woe thereafter / on many a man was visited.\n\n1936\n\nNow may ye hear a wondrous / tale of honor told:\nOf squires full nine thousand / soon in death lay cold,\nAnd eke good knights a dozen / there of Dankwart's band.\nForlorn ye saw him only / the last amid his foemen stand.\n\n1937\n\nThe din at last was ended / and lulled the battle-sound,\nWhen the valiant Dankwart / did cast a glance around.\n\"Alack for my companions,\" / cried he, \"now from me reft.\nAlack that I now only / forlorn amid my foes am left.\"\n\n1938\n\nThe swords upon his body / fell full thick and fast,\nWhich rashness many a warrior's / widow mourned at last.\nHis shield he higher lifted / and drew the strap more low:\nDown coats of ring-made armor / made he the ebbing blood to flow.\n\n1939\n\n\"O woe is me!\" spake Dankwart, / the son of Aldrian.\n\"Now back, ye Hunnish fighters, / let me the open gain,\nThat the air give cooling / to me storm-weary wight.\"\nIn splendid valor moving / strode forward then anew the knight.\n\n1940\n\nAs thus he battle-weary / through the hall's portal sprang,\nWhat swords of new-come fighters / upon his helmet rang!\nThey who not yet had witnessed / what wonders wrought his hand,\nRashly rushed they forward / to thwart him of Burgundian land.\n\n1941\n\n\"Now would to God,\" quoth Dankwart, / \"I found a messenger\nWho to my brother Hagen / might the tidings bear,\nThat 'fore host of foemen / in such sad case am I!\nFrom hence he'd surely help me, / or by my side he slain would lie.\"\n\n1942\n\nThen Hunnish knights gave answer: / \"Thyself the messenger\nShalt be, when to thy brother / thee a corse we bear.\nSo shall that thane of Gunther / first true sorrow know.\nUpon the royal Etzel / here hast thou wrought so grievous woe.\"\n\n1943\n\nQuoth he: \"Now leave such boasting / and yield me passage free,\nElse shall mail-rings a many / with blood bespattered be.\nMyself will tell the tidings / soon at Etzel's court,\nAnd eke unto my masters / of this my travail make report.\"\n\n1944\n\nEtzel's men around him / belabored he so sore\nThat they at sword-point / durst not withstand him more.\nSpears shot into his shield he / so many there did stop\nThat he the weight unwieldy / must from out his hand let drop.\n\n1945\n\nThen thought they to subdue him / thus of his shield bereft,\nBut lo! the mighty gashes / wherewith he helmets cleft!\nMust there keen knights full many / before him stagger down,\nHigh praise the valiant Dankwart / thereby for his valor won.\n\n1946\n\nOn right side and on left side / they still beset his way,\nYet many a one too rashly / did mingle in the fray.\nThus strode he 'mid the foemen / as doth in wood the boar\nBy yelping hounds beleaguered; / more stoutly fought he ne'er before.\n\n1947\n\nAs there he went, his pathway / with reeking blood was wet.\nYea, never any hero / more bravely battled yet\nWhen by foes surrounded, / than he did might display.\nTo court did Hagen's brother / with splendid valor make his way.\n\n1948\n\nWhen stewards and cup-bearers / heard how sword-blades rung,\nMany a brimming goblet / from their hands they flung\nAnd eke the viands ready / that they to table bore;\nThus many doughty foemen / withstood him where he sought the door.\n\n1949\n\n\"How now, ye stewards?\" / cried the weary knight;\n\"'Twere better that ye tended / rather your guests aright,\nBearing to lords at table / choice food that fitteth well,\nAnd suffered me these tidings / unto my masters dear to tell.\"\n\n1950\n\nWhoe'er before him rashly / athwart the stairway sprung,\nOn him with blow so heavy / his mighty sword he swung,\nThat soon faint heart gave warning / before his path to yield.\nMickle wonder wrought he / where sword his doughty arm did wield.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTY-THIRD ADVENTURE\n\nHow the Burgundians fought with the Huns\n\n1951\n\nSoon as the valiant Dankwart / stood beneath the door,\nBade he Etzel's followers / all make way before.\nWith blood from armor streaming / did there the hero stand;\nA sharp and mighty weapon / bore he naked in his hand.\n\n1952\n\nInto the hall then Dankwart / cried with voice full strong:\n\"At table, brother Hagen, / thou sittest all too long.\nTo thee and God in heaven / must I sore complain:\nKnights and squires also / lie within their lodging slain.\"\n\n1953\n\nStraight he cried in answer: / \"Who hath done such deed?\"\n\"That hath done Sir Bloedel / and knights that he did lead.\nEke made he meet atonement, / that may'st thou understand:\nHis head from off his body / have I struck with mine own hand.\"\n\n1954\n\n\"'Tis little cause for sorrow,\" / Hagen spake again,\n\"When they tell the story / of a valiant thane,\nThat he to death was smitten / by knight of high degree.\nThe less a cause for weeping / to winsome women shall it be.\n\n1955\n\n\"Now tell me, brother Dankwart, / how thou so red may'st be;\nFrom thy wounds thou sufferest, / I ween, full grievously.\nLives he within this country / who serves thee in such way,\nHim must the devil shelter, / or for the deed his life shall pay.\"\n\n1956\n\n\"Behold me here all scatheless. / My gear is wet with blood,\nFrom wounds of others, natheless, / now hath flowed that flood,\nOf whom this day so many / beneath my broadsword fell:\nMust I make solemn witness, / ne'er knew I full the tale to tell.\"\n\n1957\n\nHe answered: \"Brother Dankwart, / now take thy stand before,\nAnd Huns let never any / make passage by the door.\nI'll speak unto these warriors, / as needs must spoken be:\nDead lie all our followers, / slain by foulest treachery.\"\n\n1958\n\n\"Must I here be chamberlain,\" / replied the warrior keen,\n\"Well know I such high monarchs / aright to serve, I ween.\nSo will I guard the stairway / as sorts with honor well.\"\nNe'er to the thanes of Kriemhild / so sorry case before befell.\n\n1959\n\n\"To me 'tis mickle wonder,\" / Hagen spake again,\n\"What thing unto his neighbor / whispers each Hunnish thane.\nI ween they'd forego the service / of him who keeps the door,\nAnd who such high court tidings / to his friends of Burgundy bore.\n\n1960\n\n\"Long since of Lady Kriemhild / the story I did hear,\nHow unavenged her sorrow / she might no longer bear.\nA memory-cup now quaff we / and pay for royal cheer!\nThe youthful lord of Hunland / shall make the first instalment here.\"\n\n1961\n\nThereat the child Ortlieb / doughty Hagen slew,\nThat from the sword downward / the blood to hand-grip flew,\nAnd into lap of Kriemhild / the severed head down rolled.\nThen might ye see 'mid warriors / a slaughter great and grim unfold.\n\n1962\n\nBy both hands swiftly wielded, / his blade then cut the air\nAnd smote upon the tutor / who had the child in care,\nThat down before the table / his head that instant lay:\nIt was a sorry payment / wherewith he did the tutor pay.\n\n1963\n\nHis eye 'fore Etzel's table / a minstrel espied:\nTo whom in hasty manner / did wrathful Hagen stride,\nWhere moved it on the fiddle / his right hand off smote he;\n\"Have that for thy message / unto the land of Burgundy.\"\n\n1964\n\n\"Alack my hand!\" did Werbel / that same minstrel moan;\n\"What, Sir Hagen of Tronje, / have I to thee done?\nI bore a faithful message / unto thy master's land.\nHow may I more make music / thus by thee bereft of hand?\"\n\n1965\n\nLittle in sooth recked Hagen, / fiddled he nevermore.\nThen in the hall all wrathful / wrought he havoc sore\nUpon the thanes of Etzel / whereof he many slew;\nEre they might find exit, / to death then smote he not a few.\n\n1966\n\nVolker the full valiant / up sprang from board also:\nIn his hand full clearly / rang out his fiddle-bow,\nFor mightily did fiddle / Gunther's minstrel thane.\nWhat host of foes he made him / because of Hunnish warriors slain!\n\n1967\n\nEke sprang from the table / the lofty monarchs three,\nWho glad had stilled the combat / ere greater scathe might be.\nYet all their art availed not / their anger to assuage,\nWhen Volker and Hagen / so mightily began to rage.\n\n1968\n\nWhen the lord of Rhineland / saw how his toil was vain,\nGaping wounds full many / himself did smite amain\nThrough rings of shining mail-coats / there upon the foe.\nHe was a valiant hero, / as he full gallantly did show.\n\n1969\n\nStrode eke into the combat / Gernot a doughty thane;\nBy whom of Hunnish warriors / full many a one was slain\nWith a sword sharp-edged / he had of Ruediger;\nOft sent to dire ruin / by him the knights of Etzel were.\n\n1970\n\nThe youthful son of Ute / eke to the combat sprang,\nAnd merrily his broadsword / upon the helmets rang\nOf many a Hunnish warrior / there in Etzel's land;\nFeasts of mickle wonder / wrought Giselher with dauntless hand.\n\n1971\n\nHow bold soe'er was any, / of kings and warrior band,\nSaw ye yet the foremost / Giselher to stand\nThere against the foemen, / a knight of valor good;\nWounded deep full many / made he to fall in oozing blood.\n\n1972\n\nEke full well defend them / did Etzel's warriors too.\nThere might ye see the strangers / their gory way to hew\nWith swords all brightly gleaming / adown that royal hall;\nHeard ye there on all sides / loudly ring the battle-call.\n\n1973\n\nJoin friends within beleaguered / would they without full fain,\nYet might they at the portal / but little vantage gain.\nEke they within had gladly / gained the outer air;\nNor up nor down did Dankwart / suffer one to pass the stair.\n\n1974\n\nThere before the portal / surged a mighty throng,\nAnd with a mickle clangor / on helm the broadsword rung.\nThus on the valiant Dankwart / his foes did sorely press,\nAnd soon his trusty brother / was anxious grown o'er his distress.\n\n1975\n\nFull loudly cried then Hagen / unto Volker:\n\"Trusty fere, behold'st thou / my brother standing there,\nWhere on him Hunnish warriors / their mighty blows do rain?\nGood friend, save thou my brother / ere we do lose the valiant thane.\"\n\n1976\n\n\"That will I do full surely,\" / thereat the minstrel spake.\nAdown the hall he fiddling / gan his way to make;\nIn his hand full often / a trusty sword rang out,\nWhile grateful knights of Rhineland / acclaimed him with a mickle shout.\n\n1977\n\nSoon did the valiant Volker / Dankwart thus address:\n\"Hard this day upon thee / hath weighed the battle's stress.\nThat I should come to help thee / thy brother gave command;\nKeep thou without the portal, / I inward guarding here will stand.\"\n\n1978\n\nDankwart, thane right valiant, / stood without the door\nAnd guarded so the stairway / that none might pass before.\nThere heard ye broadswords ringing, / swung by warrior's hand,\nWhile inward in like manner / wrought Volker of Burgundian land.\n\n1979\n\nThere the valiant Fiddler / above the press did call:\n\"Securely now, friend Hagen, / closed is the hall.\nYea, so firmly bolted / is King Etzel's door\nBy hands of two good warriors, / as thousand bars were set before,\"\n\n1980\n\nWhen Hagen thus of Tronje / the door did guarded find,\nThe warrior far renowned / swung his shield behind;\nHe first for harm received / revenge began to take,\nWhereat all hope of living / did soon his enemies forsake.\n\n1981\n\nWhen of Bern Sir Dietrich / rightly did perceive\nHow the doughty Hagen / did many a helmet cleave,\nThe king of Amelungen / upon a bench leaped up;\nQuoth he: \"Here poureth Hagen / for us exceeding bitter cup.\"\n\n1982\n\nGreat fear fell eke on Etzel, / as well might be the case,\n(What trusty followers snatched they / to death before his face!)\nFor well nigh did his enemies / on him destruction bring.\nThere sat he all confounded. / What booted him to be a king?\n\n1983\n\nCried then aloud to Dietrich / Kriemhild, the high lady:\n\"Now help me, knight so noble, / that hence with life I flee,\nBy princely worth, I pray thee, / thou lord of Amelung's land;\nIf here do reach me Hagen, / straight find I death beneath his hand.\"\n\n1984\n\n\"How may my help avail thee, / noble queen and high?\"\nAnswered her Sir Dietrich, / \"Fear for myself have I.\nToo sorely is enraged / each knight in Gunther's band,\nTo no one at this season / may I lend assisting hand.\"\n\n1985\n\n\"But nay, but nay, Sir Dietrich, / full noble knight and keen,\nWhat maketh thy bright chivalry, / let it this day be seen,\nAnd bring me hence to safety, / else am I death's sure prey.\"\nGood cause was that on Kriemhild's / bosom fear so heavy lay.\n\n1986\n\n\"So will I here endeavor / to help thee as I may;\nYet shalt thou well believe me, / hath passed full many a day\nSince saw I goodly warriors / of so bitter mood.\n'Neath swords behold I flowing / through helmets plenteously the blood.\"\n\n1987\n\nLustily then cried he, / the warrior nobly born,\nThat his voice rang loudly / like blast from bison's horn,\nThat all around the palace / gave back the lusty sound;\nUnto the might of Dietrich / never limit yet was found.\n\n1988\n\nWhen did hear King Gunther / how called the doughty man\nAbove the storm of combat, / to hearken he began.\nQuoth he: \"The voice of Dietrich / hath fallen upon mine ear;\nI ween some of his followers / before our thanes have fallen here.\n\n1989\n\n\"High on the board I see him; / he beckons with the hand.\nNow my good friends and kinsmen / of Burgundian land,\nStay ye your hands from conflict, / let us hear and see\nIf done upon the chieftain / aught by my men of scathe there be.\"\n\n1990\n\nWhen thus King Gunther / did beg and eke command,\nWith swords in stress of battle / stayed they all the hand.\n'Twas token of his power / that straight the strife did pause.\nThen him of Bern he questioned / what of his outcry were the cause.\n\n1991\n\nHe spake: \"Full noble Dietrich, / what here on thee is wrought\nBy any of my warriors? / For truly is my thought\nTo make a full atonement / and amends to thee.\nIf here hath wronged thee any, / 'twere cause of mickle grief to me.\"\n\n1992\n\nThen answered him Sir Dietrich: / \"Myself do nothing grieve.\nGrant me with thy protection / but this hall to leave\nAnd quit the dire conflict, / with them that me obey.\nThen surely will I ever / seek thy favor to repay.\"\n\n1993\n\n\"How plead'st thou thus so early?\" / Wolfhart was heard;\n\"The Fiddler so securely / the door not yet hath barred,\nBut it so wide we'll open / to pass it through, I trow.\"\n\"Now hold thy peace,\" quoth Dietrich, / \"wrought but little here hast\n      thou.\"\n\n1994\n\nThen spake the royal Gunther: / \"That grant I thee to do,\nForth from the hall lead many / or lead with thee few,\nAn if my foes it be not; / here stay they every one.\nUpon me here in Hunland / hath grievous wrong by them been done.\"\n\n1995\n\nWhen heard he Gunther's answer / he took beneath his arm\nThe noble Queen Kriemhild, / who dreaded mickle harm.\nOn the other side too led he / Etzel with him away;\nEke went thence with Dietrich / six hundred knights in fair array.\n\n1996\n\nThen outspake the margrave, / the noble Ruediger:\n\"If leave to any others / be granted forth to fare,\nOf those who glad would serve you, / give us the same to see.\nYea, peace that's never broken / 'twixt friends 'tis meet should ever\n      be.\"\n\n1997\n\nThereto gave answer Giselher / of the land of Burgundy:\n\"Peace and unbroken friendship / wish we e'er with thee,\nWith thee and all thy kinsmen, / as true thou ever art.\nWe grant thee all untroubled / with thy friends from hence to part.\"\n\n1998\n\nWhen thus Sir Ruediger / from the hall did pass,\nA train of knights five hundred / or more with him there was,\nOf them of Bechelaren, / kinsmen and warriors true,\nWhose parting gave King Gunther / anon full mickle cause to rue.\n\n1999\n\nWhen did a Hunnish warrior / Etzel's passing see\n'Neath the arm of Dietrich, / to profit him thought he.\nSmote him yet the Fiddler / such a mighty blow,\nThat 'fore the feet of Etzel / sheer on the floor his head fell low.\n\n2000\n\nWhen the country's monarch / had gained the outer air,\nTurned he looking backward / and gazed on Volker.\n\"Alack such guests to harbor! / Ah me discomfited!\nThat all the knights that serve me / shall before their might lie dead.\n\n2001\n\n\"Alack their coming hither!\" / spake the king once more.\n\"Within, a warrior fighteth / like to wild forest boar;\nHight the same is Volker, / and a minstrel is also;\nTo pass the demon scatheless / I to fortune's favor owe.\n\n2002\n\n\"Evil sound his melodies, / his strokes of bow are red,\nYea, beneath his music / full many a knight lies dead.\nI know not what against us / hath stirred that player's ire,\nFor guests ne'er had I any / whereby to suffer woe so dire.\"\n\n2003\n\nNone other would they suffer / to pass the door than those.\nThen 'neath the hall's high roof-tree / a mighty din arose.\nFor evil wrought upon them / those guests sore vengeance take.\nVolker the doughty Fiddler, / what shining helmets there he brake!\n\n2004\n\nGunther, lofty monarch, / thither turned his ear.\n\"Hear'st thou the music, Hagen, / that yonder Volker\nDoth fiddle for the Hun-men, / when near the door they go?\nThe stroke is red of color, / where he doth draw the fiddle-bow.\"\n\n2005\n\n\"Mickle doth it rue me,\" / Hagen spake again,\n\"That in the hall far severed / I am from that bold thane.\nI was his boon companion / and he sworn friend to me:\nCome we hence ever scatheless, / trusty feres we yet shall be.\n\n2006\n\n\"Behold now, lofty sire, / the faith of Volker bold!\nWith will he seeks to win him / thy silver and thy gold.\nWith fiddle-bow he cleaveth / e'en the steel so hard,\nBright-gleaming crests of helmets / are scattered by his mighty sword.\n\n2007\n\n\"Never saw I fiddler / so dauntless heart display,\nAs the doughty Volker / here hath done this day.\nThrough shield and shining helmet / his melodies ring clear;\nGive him to ride good charger / and eke full stately raiment wear.\"\n\n2008\n\nOf all the Hunnish kindred / that in the hall had been,\nNone now of all their number / therein to fight was seen.\nHushed was the din of battle / and strife no more was made:\nFrom out their hands aweary / their swords the dauntless warriors laid.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow they cast out the Dead\n\n2009\n\nFrom toil of battle weary / rested the warriors all.\nVolker and Hagen / passed out before the hall,\nAnd on their shields did lean them, / those knights whom naught\n      could daunt.\nThen with full merry converse / gan the twain their foes to taunt.\n\n2010\n\nSpake meanwhile of Burgundy / Giselher the thane:\n\"Not yet, good friends, may ye / think to rest again.\nForth from the hall the corses / shall ye rather bear.\nAgain we'll be assailed, / that would I now in sooth declare.\n\n2011\n\n\"Beneath our feet no longer / here the dead must lie.\nBut ere in storm of battle / at hand of Huns to die,\nWe'll deal such wounds around us / as 'tis my joy to see.\nThereon,\" spake Giselher, / \"my heart is fixed right steadfastly.\"\n\n2012\n\n\"I joy in such a master,\" / Hagen spake again:\n\"Such counsel well befitteth / alone so valiant thane\nAs my youthful master / hath shown himself this day.\nTherefor, O men of Burgundy, / every one rejoice ye may.\"\n\n2013\n\nThen followed they his counsel / and from the hall they bore\nSeven thousand bodies / and cast them from the door.\nAdown the mounting stairway / all together fell,\nWhereat a sound of wailing / did from mourning kinsmen swell.\n\n2014\n\nMany a man among them / so slight wound did bear\nThat he were yet recovered / had he but gentle care,\nWho yet falling headlong / now surely must be dead.\nThereat did grieve their kinsmen / as verily was sorest need.\n\n2015\n\nThen outspake the Fiddler, / Volker a hero bold:\n\"Now do I find how truly / hath to me been told\nThat cowards are the Hun-men / who do like women weep.\nRather should be their effort / their wounded kin alive to keep.\"\n\n2016\n\nThese words deemed a margrave / spoken in kindly mood.\nHe saw one of his kinsmen / weltering in his blood.\nIn his arms he clasped him / and thought him thence to bear,\nBut as he bent above him / pierced him the valiant minstrel's spear.\n\n2017\n\nWhen that beheld the others / all in haste they fled,\nCrying each one curses / on that same minstrel's head.\nFrom the ground then snatched he / a spear with point full keen,\nThat 'gainst him up the stairway / by a Hun had hurled been.\n\n2018\n\nAcross the court he flung it / with his arm of might\nFar above the people. / Then did each Hunnish knight\nSeek him safer quarters / more distant from the hall.\nTo see his mighty prowess / did fill with fear his foemen all.\n\n2019\n\nAs knights full many thousand / far 'fore the palace stood,\nVolker and Hagen / gan speak in wanton mood\n\"Unto King Etzel, / nor did they aught withhold;\nWherefrom anon did sorrow / o'ertake those doughty warriors bold.\n\n2020\n\n\"'Twould well beseem,\" quoth Hagen, / \"the people's lofty lord\nForemost in storm of battle / to swing the cutting sword,\nAs do my royal masters / each fair example show.\nWhere hew they through the helmets / their swords do make the blood to\n      flow.\"\n\n2021\n\nTo hear such words brave Etzel / snatched in haste his shield.\n\"Now well beware of rashness,\" / cried Lady Kriemhild,\n\"And offer to thy warriors / gold heaped on shield full high:\nIf yonder Hagen reach thee, / straightway shalt thou surely die.\"\n\n2022\n\nSo high was the king's mettle / that he would not give o'er,\nWhich case is now full seldom / seen in high princes more;\nThey must by shield-strap tugging / him perforce restrain.\nGrim of mood then Hagen / began him to revile again.\n\n2023\n\n\"It was a distant kinship,\" / spake Hagen, dauntless knight,\n\"That Etzel unto Siegfried / ever did unite,\nAnd husband he to Kriemhild / was ere thee she knew.\nWherefore, O king faint-hearted, / seek'st thou such thing 'gainst me to\n      do?\"\n\n2024\n\nThereto eke must listen / the noble monarch's spouse,\nAnd grievously to hear it / did Kriemhild's wrath arouse.\nThat he 'fore men of Etzel / durst herself upbraid;\nTo urge them 'gainst the strangers / she once more her arts essayed.\n\n2025\n\nCried she: \"Of Tronje Hagen / whoso for me will slay,\nAnd his head from body severed / here before me lay,\nFor him the shield of Etzel / I'll fill with ruddy gold,\nEke lands and lordly castles / I'll give him for his own to hold.\"\n\n2026\n\n\"I wot not why they tarry,\" / --thus the minstrel cried;\n\"Ne'er saw I heroes any / so their courage hide,\nWhen to them was offered, / like this, reward so high.\n'Tis cause henceforth that Etzel / for aye to them goodwill deny.\"\n\n2027\n\n\"Who in such craven manner / do eat their master's bread,\nAnd like caitiffs fail him / in time of greatest need,\nHere see I standing many / of courage all forlorn,\nYet would be men of valor; / all time be they upheld to scorn.\"\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Iring was Slain\n\n2028\n\nCried then he of Denmark, / Iring the margrave:\n\"Fixed on things of honor / my purpose long I have,\nAnd oft in storm of battle, / where heroes wrought, was I.\nBring hither now my armor, / with Hagen I'll the combat try.\"\n\n2029\n\n\"I counsel thee against it,\" / Hagen then replied,\n\"Or bring a goodly company / of Hun-men by thy side.\nIf peradventure any / find entrance to the hall,\nI'll cause that nowise scatheless / down the steps again they fall.\"\n\n2030\n\n\"Such words may not dissuade me,\" / Iring spake once more;\n\"A thing of equal peril / oft have I tried before.\nYea, will I with my broadsword / confront thee all alone.\nNor aught may here avail thee / thus to speak in haughty tone.\"\n\n2031\n\nSoon the valiant Iring / armed and ready stood,\nAnd Irnfried of Thuringia / a youth of mettle good,\nAnd eke the doughty Hawart, / with thousand warriors tried.\nWhate'er his purpose, Iring / should find them faithful by his side.\n\n2032\n\nAdvancing then with Iring / did the Fiddler see\nAll clad in shining armor / a mighty company,\nAnd each a well-made helmet / securely fastened wore.\nThereat the gallant Volker / began to rail in anger sore.\n\n2033\n\n\"Seest thou, friend Hagen, / yonder Iring go,\nWho all alone to front thee / with his sword did vow?\nDoth lying sort with honor? / Scorned the thing must be.\nA thousand knights or over / here bear him armed company.\"\n\n2034\n\n\"Now make me not a liar,\" / cried Hawart's man aloud,\n\"For firm is still my purpose / to do what now I vowed,\nNor will I turn me from it / through any cause of fear.\nAlone I'll stand 'fore Hagen, / awful howsoe'er he were.\"\n\n2035\n\nOn ground did throw him Iring / before his warriors' feet,\nThat they leave might grant him / alone the knight to meet.\nLoath they were to do it; / well known to them might be\nThe haughty Hagen's prowess / of the land of Burgundy.\n\n2036\n\nYet so long besought he / that granted was their leave;\nWhen they that followed with him / did his firm mind perceive,\nAnd how 'twas bent on honor, / they not restrained him.\nThen closed the two chieftains / together in a combat grim.\n\n2037\n\nIring of Denmark / raised his spear on high,\nAnd with the shield he covered / himself full skilfully;\nHe upward rushed on Hagen / unto the hall right close,\nWhen round the clashing fighters / soon a mighty din arose.\n\n2038\n\nEach hurled upon the other / the spear with arm of might,\nThat the firm shields were pierced / e'en to their mail-coats bright,\nAnd outward still projecting / the long spear-shafts were seen.\nIn haste then snatched their broadswords / both the fighters grim and\n      keen.\n\n2039\n\nIn might the doughty Hagen / and prowess did abound,\nAs Iring smote upon him / the hall gave back the sound.\nThe palace all and towers / re-echoed from their blows,\nYet might that bold assailant / with victory ne'er the combat close.\n\n2040\n\nOn Hagen might not Iring / wreak aught of injury.\nUnto the doughty Fiddler / in haste then turned he.\nHim by his mighty sword-strokes / thought he to subdue,\nBut well the thane full gallant / to keep him safe in combat knew.\n\n2041\n\nThen smote the doughty Fiddler / so lustily his shield\nThat from it flew its ornaments / where he the sword did wield.\nIring must leave unconquered / there the dauntless man;\nNext upon King Gunther / of Burgundy in wrath he ran.\n\n2042\n\nThere did each in combat / show him man of might;\nHowe'er did Gunther and Iring / yet each the other smite,\nFrom wounds might never either / make the blood to flow,\nSo sheltered each his armor, / well wrought that was and strong enow.\n\n2043\n\nGunther left he standing, / upon Gernot to dash,\nAnd when he smote ring-armor / the fire forth did flash.\nBut soon had he of Burgundy, / Gernot the doughty thane,\nWell nigh his keen assailant / Iring of Denmark slain.\n\n2044\n\nYet from the prince he freed him, / for nimble was he too.\nFour of the men of Burgundy / the knight full sudden slew\nOf those that followed with them / from Worms across the Rhine.\nThereupon might nothing / the wrath of Giselher confine.\n\n2045\n\n\"God wot well, Sir Iring,\" / young Giselher then cried,\n\"Now must thou make requital / for them that here have died\n'Neath thy hand so sudden.\" / He rushed upon him so\nAnd smote the knight of Denmark / that he might not withstand the blow.\n\n2046\n\nInto the blood down fell he / staggering 'neath its might,\nThat all who there beheld it / might deem the noble knight\nSword again would never / wield amid the fray.\nYet 'neath the stroke of Giselher / Iring all unwounded lay.\n\n2047\n\nBedazed by helmet's sounding / where ringing sword swung down,\nFull suddenly his senses / so from the knight were flown:\nThat of his life no longer / harbored he a thought.\nThat the doughty Giselher / by his mighty arm had wrought.\n\n2048\n\nWhen somewhat was subsided / the din within his head\nFrom mighty blow so sudden / on him was visited,\nThought he: \"I still am living / and bear no mortal wound.\nHow great the might of Giselher, / till now unwitting, have I found.\"\n\n2049\n\nHe hearkened how on all sides / his foes around did stand;\nKnew they what he did purpose, / they had not stayed their hand.\nHe heard the voice of Giselher / eke in that company,\nAs cunning he bethought him / how yet he from his foes might flee.\n\n2050\n\nUp from the blood he started / with fierce and sudden bound;\nBy grace alone of swiftness / he his freedom found.\nWith speed he passed the portal / where Hagen yet did stand,\nAnd swift his sword he flourished / and smote him with his doughty hand.\n\n2051\n\nTo see such sight quoth Hagen: / \"To death thou fall'st a prey;\nIf not the Devil shield thee, / now is thy latest day.\"\nYet Iring wounded Hagen / e'en through his helmet's crown.\nThat did the knight with Waske, / a sword that was of far renown.\n\n2052\n\nWhen thus Sir Hagen / the smart of wound did feel,\nWrathfully he brandished / on high his blade of steel.\nFull soon must yield before him / Hawart's daring man,\nAdown the steps pursuing / Hagen swiftly after ran.\n\n2053\n\nO'er his head bold Iring / his shield to guard him swung,\nAnd e'en had that same stairway / been full three times as long,\nYet had he found no respite / from warding Hagen's blows.\nHow plenteously the ruddy / sparks above his helm arose!\n\n2054\n\nUnscathed at last came Iring / where waited him his own.\nSoon as was the story / unto Kriemhild known,\nHow that in fight on Hagen / he had wrought injury,\nTherefor the Lady Kriemhild / him gan to thank full graciously.\n\n2055\n\n\"Now God requite thee, Iring, / thou valiant knight and good,\nFor thou my heart hast comforted / and merry made my mood.\nRed with blood his armor, / see I yonder Hagen stand.\"\nFor joy herself did Kriemhild / take his shield from out his hand.\n\n2056\n\n\"Small cause hast thou to thank him,\" / thus wrathful Hagen spake;\n\"For gallant knight 'twere fitting / trial once more to make.\nIf then returned he scatheless, / a valiant man he were.\nThe wound doth boot thee little / that now from his hand I bear.\n\n2057\n\n\"That here from wound upon me / my mail-coat see'st thou red,\nShall bring woful reprisal / on many a warrior's head.\nNow is my wrath aroused / in full 'gainst Hawart's thane.\nAs yet in sooth hath Iring / wrought on me but little bane.\"\n\n2058\n\nIring then of Denmark / stood where fanned the wind.\nHe cooled him in his armor / and did his helm unbind.\nThen praised him all the people / and spoke him man of might,\nWhereat the margrave's bosom / swelled full high with proud delight.\n\n2059\n\n\"Now hearken friends unto me,\" / Iring once more spake;\n\"Make me straightway ready, / new trial now to make\nIf I this knight so haughty / may yet perchance subdue.\"\nNew shield they brought, for Hagen / did his erstwhile asunder hew.\n\n2060\n\nSoon stood again the warrior / in armor all bedight.\nIn hand a spear full massy / took the wrathful knight,\nWherewith on yonder Hagen / he thought to vent his hate.\nWith grim and fearful visage / on him the vengeful thane did wait.\n\n2061\n\nYet not abide his coming / might Hagen longer now.\nAdown he rushed upon him / with many a thrust and blow,\nDown where the stairway ended / for fierce did burn his ire.\nSoon the might of Iring / must 'neath his furious onset tire,\n\n2062\n\nTheir shields they smote asunder / that the sparks began\nTo fly in ruddy showers. / Hawart's gallant man\nWas by sword of Hagen / wounded all so sore\nThrough shield and shining cuirass, / that whole he found him never more.\n\n2063\n\nWhen how great the wound was / Iring fully knew,\nBetter to guard his helm-band / his shield he higher drew.\nThe scathe he first received / he deemed sufficient quite,\nYet injury far greater / soon had he from King Gunther's knight.\n\n2064\n\nFrom where it lay before him / Hagen a spear did lift\nAnd hurled it upon Iring / with aim so sure and swift,\nIt pierced his head, and firmly / fixed the shaft did stand;\nFull grim the end that met him / 'neath the doughty Hagen's hand.\n\n2065\n\nBackward Iring yielded / unto his Danish men.\nEre for the knight his helmet / they undid again,\nFrom his head they drew the spear-point; / to death he was anigh.\nWept thereat his kinsmen, / and sore need had verily.\n\n2066\n\nCame thereto Queen Kriemhild / and o'er the warrior bent,\nAnd for the doughty Iring / gan she there lament.\nShe wept to see him wounded, / and sorely grieved the queen.\nThen spake unto his kinsmen / the warrior full brave and keen.\n\n2067\n\n\"I pray thee leave thy moaning, / royal high lady.\nWhat avails thy weeping? / Yea, soon must ended be\nMy life from wounds outflowing / that here I did receive.\nTo serve thyself and Etzel / will death not longer grant me leave.\"\n\n2068\n\nEke spake he to them of Thuringia / and to them of Danish land:\n\"Of you shall never any / receive the gift in hand\nFrom your royal mistress / of shining gold full red.\nWhoe'er withstandeth Hagen / death calleth down upon his head.\"\n\n2069\n\nFrom cheek the color faded, / death's sure token wore\nIring the gallant warrior: / thereat they grieved full sore.\nNor more in life might tarry / Hawart's valiant knight:\nEnraged the men of Denmark / again did arm them for the fight.\n\n2070\n\nIrnfried and Hawart / before the hall then sprang\nLeading thousand warriors. / Full furious a clang\nOf weapons then on all sides / loud and great ye hear.\nAgainst the men of Burgundy / how hurled they many a mighty spear!\n\n2071\n\nStraight the valiant Irnfried / the minstrel rushed upon,\nBut naught but grievous injury / 'neath his hand he won:\nFor the noble Fiddler / did the landgrave smite\nE'en through the well-wrought helmet; / yea, grim and savage was the\n      knight.\n\n2072\n\nSir Irnfried then in answer / the valiant minstrel smote,\nThat must fly asunder / the rings of his mailed coat\nWhich showered o'er his cuirass / like sparks of fire red.\nSoon must yet the landgrave / fall before the Fiddler dead.\n\n2073\n\nEke were come together / Hawart and Hagen bold,\nAnd saw he deeds of wonder / who did the sight behold.\nSwift flew the sword and fiercely / swung by each hero's hand.\nBut soon lay Hawart prostrate / before him of Burgundian land.\n\n2074\n\nWhen Danish men and Thuringians / beheld their masters fall,\nFearful was the turmoil / that rose before the hall\nAs to the door they struggled, / on dire vengeance bent.\nFull many a shield and helmet / was there 'neath sword asunder rent.\n\n2075\n\n\"Now backward yield,\" cried Volker / \"and let them pass within;\nThus only are they thwarted / of what they think to win.\nWhen but they pass the portals / are they full quickly slain.\nWith death shall they the bounty / of their royal mistress gain.\"\n\n2076\n\nWhen thus with pride o'erweening / they did entrance find,\nThe head of many a warrior / was so to earth inclined,\nThat he must life surrender / 'neath blows that thickly fell.\nWell bore him valiant Gernot / and eke Sir Giselher as well.\n\n2077\n\nFour knights beyond a thousand / were come into the house;\nThe light from sword-blades glinted, / swift swung with mighty souse.\nNot one of all their number / soon might ye living see;\nTell might ye mickle wonders / of the men of Burgundy.\n\n2078\n\nThereafter came a stillness, / and ceased the tumult loud.\nThe blood in every quarter / through the leak-holes flowed,\nAnd out along the corbels / from men in death laid low.\nThat had the men of Rhineland / wrought with many a doughty blow.\n\n2079\n\nThen sat again to rest them / they of Burgundian land,\nShield and mighty broadsword / they laid from out the hand.\nBut yet the valiant Fiddler / stood waiting 'fore the door,\nIf peradventure any / would seek to offer combat more.\n\n2080\n\nSorely did King Etzel / and eke his spouse lament,\nMaidens and fair ladies / did sorrow sore torment.\nDeath long since upon them, / I ween, such ending swore.\nTo fall before the strangers / was doomed full many a warrior more.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow the Queen bade set fire to the Hall\n\n2081\n\n\"Now lay ye off the helmets,\" / the words from Hagen fell:\n\"I with a boon companion / will be your sentinel.\nAnd seek the men of Etzel / to work us further harm,\nFor my royal masters / full quickly will I cry alarm.\"\n\n2082\n\nThen freed his head of armor / many a warrior good.\nThey sate them on the corses, / that round them in the blood\nOf wounds themselves had dealt them, / prostrate weltering lay.\nNow to his guests so lofty / scant courtesy did Etzel pay.\n\n2083\n\nEre yet was come the even, / King Etzel did persuade,\nAnd eke the Lady Kriemhild, / that once more essayed\nThe Hunnish knights to storm them. / Before them might ye see\nGood twenty thousand warriors, / who soon for fight must ready be.\n\n2084\n\nThen with a furious onset / the strangers they attacked.\nDankwart, Hagen's brother, / who naught of courage lacked,\nSprang out 'mid the besiegers / to ward them from the door.\n'Twas deemed a deadly peril, / yet scatheless stood he there before.\n\n2085\n\nFierce the struggle lasted / till darkness brought an end.\nThemselves like goodly heroes / the strangers did defend\nAgainst the men of Etzel / all the long summer day.\nWhat host of valiant warriors / before them fell to death a prey!\n\n2086\n\nAt turn of sun in summer / that havoc sore was wrought,\nWhen the Lady Kriemhild / revenge so dire sought\nUpon her nearest kinsmen / and many a knight beside,\nWherefore with royal Etzel / never more might joy abide.\n\n2087\n\nAs day at last was ending / sad they were of heart.\nThey deemed from life 'twere better / in sudden death to part\nThan be thus long tormented / by great o'erhanging dread.\nThat respite now be granted, / the knights so proud and gallant prayed.\n\n2088\n\nThey prayed to lead the monarch / hither to them there.\nAs heroes blood-bespotted, / and stained from battle-gear,\nForth from the hall emerged / the lofty monarchs three.\nThey wist not to whom complained / might their full grievous sorrows be.\n\n2089\n\nEtzel and Kriemhild / they soon before them found,\nAnd great was now their company / from all their lands around.\nSpake Etzel to the strangers: / \"What will ye now of me?\nYe hope for end of conflict, / but hardly may such favor be.\n\n2090\n\n\"This so mighty ruin / that ye on me have wrought,\nIf death thwart not my purpose, / shall profit you in naught.\nFor child that here ye slew me / and kinsmen dear to me,\nShall peace and reconcilement / from you withheld forever be.\"\n\n2091\n\nThereto gave answer Gunther: / \"To that drove sorest need.\nLay all my train of squires / before thy warriors dead\nWhere they for night assembled. / How bore I so great blame?\nOf friendly mind I deemed thee, / as trusting in thy faith I came.\"\n\n2092\n\nThen spake eke of Burgundy / the youthful Giselher:\n\"Ye knights that still are living / of Etzel, now declare\nWhereof ye may reproach me! / How hath you harmed my hand?\nFor in right friendly manner / came I riding to this land.\"\n\n2093\n\nCried they: \"Well is thy friendship / in burgh and country known\nBy sorrow of thy making. / Gladly had we foregone\nThe pleasure of thy coming / from Worms across the Rhine.\nOur country hast thou orphaned, / thou and brother eke of thine.\"\n\n2094\n\nIn angry mood King Gunther / unto them replied:\n\"An ye this mighty hatred / appeased would lay aside,\nBorne 'gainst us knights here homeless, / to both a gain it were\nFor Etzel's wrath against us / we in sooth no guilt do bear.\"\n\n2095\n\nThe host then to the strangers: / \"Your sorrow here and mine\nAre things all unequal. / For now must I repine\nWith honor all bespotted / and 'neath distress of woe.\nOf you shall never any / hence from my country living go.\"\n\n2096\n\nThen did the doughty Gernot / unto King Etzel say:\n\"God then in mercy move thee / to act in friendly way.\nSlay us knights here homeless, / yet grant us down to go\nTo meet thee in the open: / thine honor biddeth thus to do.\n\n2097\n\n\"Whate'er shall be our portion, / let that straightway appear.\nMen hast thou yet so many / that, should they banish fear,\nNot one of us storm-weary / might keep his life secure.\nHow long shall we here friendless / this woeful travail yet endure?\"\n\n2098\n\nBy the warriors of Etzel / their wish nigh granted was,\nAnd leave well nigh was given / that from the hall they pass.\nWhen Kriemhild knew their purpose, / high her anger swelled,\nAnd straightway such a respite / was from the stranger knights withheld.\n\n2099\n\n\"But nay, ye Hunnish warriors! / what ye have mind to do,\nTherefrom now desist ye, / --such is my counsel true;\nNor let foes so vengeful / pass without the hall,\nElse must in death before them / full many of your kinsmen fall.\n\n2100\n\n\"If of them lived none other / but Ute's sons alone,\nMy three noble brothers, / and they the air had won\nWhere breeze might cool their armor, / to death ye were a prey.\nIn all this world were never / born more valiant thanes than they.\"\n\n2101\n\nThen spake the youthful Giselher: / \"Full beauteous sister mine,\nWhen to this land thou bad'st me / from far beside the Rhine,\nI little deemed such trouble / did here upon me wait.\nWhereby have I deserved / from the Huns such mortal hate?\n\n2102\n\n\"To thee I ever faithful / was, nor wronged thee e'er.\nIn such faith confiding / did I hither fare,\nThat thou to me wert gracious, / O noble sister mine.\nShow mercy now unto us, / we must to thee our lives resign.\"\n\n2103\n\n\"No mercy may I show you, / --unmerciful I'll be.\nBy Hagen, knight of Tronje, / was wrought such woe to me,\nThat ne'er is reconcilement / the while that I have life.\nThat must ye all atone for,\" / --quoth the royal Etzel's wife.\n\n2104\n\n\"Will ye but Hagen only / to me as hostage give,\nThen will I not deny you / to let you longer live.\nBorn are ye of one mother / and brothers unto me,\nSo wish I that compounded / here with these warriors peace may be.\"\n\n2105\n\n\"God in heaven forfend it,\" / Gernot straightway said;\n\"E'en though we were a thousand, / lay we all rather dead,\nWe who are thy kinsmen, / ere that warrior one\nHere we gave for hostage. / Never may such thing be done.\"\n\n2106\n\n\"Die must we all,\" quoth Giselher, / \"for such is mortal's end.\nTill then despite of any, / our knighthood we'll defend.\nWould any test our mettle, / here may he trial make.\nFor ne'er, when help he needed, / did I a faithful friend forsake.\"\n\n2107\n\nThen spake the valiant Dankwart, / a knight that knew no fear;\n\"In sooth stands not unaided / my brother Hagen here.\nWho here have peace denied us / may yet have cause to rue.\nI would that this ye doubt not, / for verily I tell you true.\"\n\n2108\n\nThe queen to those around her: / \"Ye gallant warriors, go\nNow nigher to the stairway / and straight avenge my woe.\nI'll ever make requital / therefor, as well I may.\nFor his haughty humor / will I Hagen full repay.\n\n2109\n\n\"To pass without the portal / let not one at all,\nFor at its four corners / I'll bid ignite the hall.\nSo will I fullest vengeance / take for all my woe.\"\nStraightway the thanes of Etzel / ready stood her hest to do.\n\n2110\n\nWho still without were standing / were driven soon within\nBy sword and spear upon them, / that made a mighty din.\nYet naught might those good warriors / from their masters take,\nBy their faith would never / each the other's side forsake.\n\n2111\n\nTo burn the hall commanded / Etzel's wife in ire,\nAnd tortured they those warriors / there with flaming fire;\nFull soon with wind upon it / the house in flames was seen.\nTo any folk did never / sadder plight befall, I ween.\n\n2112\n\nTheir cries within resounded: / \"Alack for sorest need!\nHow mickle rather lay we / in storm of battle dead.\n'Fore God 'tis cause for pity, / for here we all must die!\nNow doth the queen upon us / vengeance wreak full grievously.\"\n\n2113\n\nAmong them spake another: / \"Our lives we here must end.\nWhat now avails the greeting / the king to us did send?\nSo sore this heat oppresseth / and parched with thirst my tongue,\nMy life from very anguish / I ween I must resign ere long.\"\n\n2114\n\nThen quoth of Tronje Hagen: / \"Ye noble knights and good,\nWhoe'er by thirst is troubled, / here let him drink the blood.\nThan wine more potent is it / where such high heat doth rage,\nNor may we at this season / find us a better beverage.\"\n\n2115\n\nWhere fallen knight was lying, / thither a warrior went.\nAside he laid his helmet, / to gaping wound he bent,\nAnd soon was seen a-quaffing / therefrom the flowing blood.\nTo him though all unwonted, / yet seemed he there such drinking good.\n\n2116\n\n\"Now God reward thee, Hagen,\" / the weary warrior said,\n\"That I so well have drunken, / thus by thy teaching led.\nBetter wine full seldom / hath been poured for me,\nAnd live I yet a season / I'll ever faithful prove to thee.\"\n\n2117\n\nWhen there did hear the others / how to him it seemed good,\nMany more beheld ye / eke that drank the blood.\nEach thereby new vigor / for his body won,\nAnd eke for lover fallen / wept many a buxom dame anon.\n\n2118\n\nThe flaming brands fell thickly / upon them in the hall,\nWith upraised shields they kept them / yet scatheless from their fall,\nThough smoke and heat together / wrought them anguish sore.\nBeset were heroes never, / I ween, by so great woe before.\n\n2119\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"Stand nigh unto the wall,\nLet not the brands all flaming / upon your helmets fall.\nInto the blood beneath you / tread them with your feet.\nIn sooth in evil fashion / us doth our royal hostess greet.\"\n\n2120\n\nIn trials thus endured / ebbed the night away.\nStill without the portal / did the keen Fiddler stay\nAnd Hagen his good fellow, / o'er shield their bodies leant;\nThey deemed the men of Etzel / still on further mischief bent.\n\n2121\n\nThen was heard the Fiddler: / \"Pass we into the hall,\nFor so the Huns shall fondly / deem we are perished all\nAmid the mickle torture / we suffer at their hand.\nNatheless shall they behold us / boun for fight before them stand.\"\n\n2122\n\nSpake then of Burgundy / the young Sir Giselher:\n\"I ween 'twill soon be dawning, / for blows a cooler air.\nTo live in fuller joyance / now grant us God in heaven.\nTo us dire entertainment / my sister Kriemhild here hath given.\"\n\n2123\n\nSpake again another: / \"Lo! how I feel the day.\nFor that no better fortune / here await us may,\nSo don, ye knights, your armor, / and guard ye well your life.\nFull soon, in sooth, we suffer / again at hands of Etzel's wife.\"\n\n2124\n\nFondly Etzel fancied / the strangers all were dead,\nFrom sore stress of battle / and from the fire dread;\nYet within were living / six hundred men so brave,\nThat never thanes more worthy / a monarch for liegemen might have.\n\n2125\n\nThe watchers set to watch them / soon full well had seen\nHow still lived the strangers, / spite what wrought had been\nOf harm and grievous evil, / on the monarchs and their band.\nWithin the hall they saw them / still unscathed and dauntless stand.\n\n2126\n\nTold 'twas then to Kriemhild / how they from harm were free.\nWhereat the royal lady / quoth, such thing ne'er might be\nThat any still were living / from that fire dread.\n\"Nay, believe I rather / that within they all lie dead.\"\n\n2127\n\nGladly yet the strangers / would a truce compound,\nMight any grace to offer / amid their foes be found.\nBut such appeared not any / in them of Hunnish land.\nWell to avenge their dying / prepared they then with willing hand.\n\n2128\n\nAbout the dawn of morning / greeted they were again\nWith a vicious onslaught, / that paid full many a thane.\nThere was flung upon them / many a mighty spear,\nWhile gallantly did guard them / the lofty thanes that knew not fear.\n\n2129\n\nThe warriors of Etzel / were all of eager mood,\nAnd Kriemhild's promised bounty / win for himself each would;\nTo do the king's high bidding / did likewise urge their mind.\n'Twas cause full soon that many / were doomed swift death in fight to\n      find.\n\n2130\n\nOf store of bounty promised / might wonders great be told,\nShe bade on shields to carry / forth the ruddy gold,\nAnd gave to him that wished it / or would but take her store;\nIn sooth a greater hire / ne'er tempted 'gainst the foe before.\n\n2131\n\nA mickle host of warriors / went forth in battle-gear.\nThen quoth the valiant Volker: / \"Still may ye find us here.\nNe'er saw I move to battle / warriors more fain,\nThat to work us evil / the bounty of the king have ta'en.\"\n\n2132\n\nThen cried among them many: / \"Hither, ye knights, more nigh!\nSince all at last must perish, / 'twere better instantly;\nAnd here no warrior falleth / but who fore-doomed hath been.\"\nWith well-flung spears all bristling / full quickly then their shields\n      were seen.\n\n2133\n\nWhat need of further story? / Twelve hundred stalwart men,\nRepulsed in onset gory, / still returned again;\nBut dealing wounds around them / the strangers cooled their mood,\nAnd there stood all unvanquished. / Flowing might ye see the blood\n\n2134\n\nFrom deep wounds and mortal, / whereof were many slain.\nFor friends in battle fallen / heard ye loud complain;\nSlain were all those warriors / that served the mighty king,\nWhereat from loving kinsmen / arose a mickle sorrowing.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow the Margrave Ruediger was Slain\n\n2135\n\nAt morning light the strangers / had wrought high deed of fame,\nWhen the spouse of Gotelinde / unto the courtyard came.\nTo behold on both sides / such woe befallen there,\nMight not refrain from weeping / sorely the faithful Ruediger.\n\n2136\n\n\"O woe is me!\" exclaimed he, / \"that ever I was born.\nAlack that this great sorrow / no hand from us may turn!\nThough I be ne'er so willing, / the king no peace will know,\nFor he beholds his sorrow / ever great and greater grow.\"\n\n2137\n\nThen did the kindly Ruediger / unto Dietrich send,\nIf to the lofty monarchs / they yet might truce extend.\nThe knight of Bern gave message: / \"How might such thing be?\nFor ne'er the royal Etzel / granteth to end it peacefully.\"\n\n2138\n\nWhen a Hunnish warrior / saw standing Ruediger\nAs from eyes sore weeping / fell full many a tear,\nTo his royal mistress spake he: / \"Behold how stands he there\nWith whom here by Etzel / none other may in might compare,\n\n2139\n\n\"And who commandeth service / of lands and people all.\nHow many lordly castles / Ruediger his own doth call,\nThat unto him hath given / the bounty of the king!\nNot yet in valorous conflict / saw'st thou here his sword to swing.\n\n2140\n\n\"Methinks, but little recks he, / what may here betide,\nSince now in fullest measure / his heart is satisfied.\n'Tis told he is, surpassing / all men, forsooth, so keen,\nBut in this time of trials / his valor ill-displayed hath been.\"\n\n2141\n\nStood there full of sorrow / the brave and faithful man,\nYet whom he thus heard speaking / he cast his eyes upon.\nThought he: \"Thou mak'st atonement, / who deem'st my mettle cold.\nThy thought here all too loudly / hast thou unto the people told.\"\n\n2142\n\nHis fist thereat he doubled / and upon him ran,\nAnd smote with blow so mighty / there King Etzel's man\nThat prone before him straightway / fell that mocker dead.\nSo came but greater sorrow / on the royal Etzel's head.\n\n2143\n\n\"Hence thou basest caitiff,\" / cried then Ruediger;\n\"Here of pain and sorrow / enough I have to bear.\nWherefore wilt thou taunt me / that I the combat shun?\nIn sooth had I the utmost / of harm upon the strangers done,\n\n2144\n\n\"For that good reason have I / to bear them hate indeed,\nBut that myself the warriors / as friends did hither lead.\nYea, was I their safe escort / into my master's land;\nSo may I, man most wretched, / ne'er raise against them hostile hand.\"\n\n2145\n\nThen spake the lofty Etzel / unto the margrave:\n\"What aid, O noble Ruediger, / here at thy hands we have!\nOur country hath so many / already doomed to die,\nWe need not any other: / now hast thou wrought full wrongfully.\"\n\n2146\n\nReturned the knight so noble: / \"My heart he sore hath grieved,\nAnd reproached me for high honors / at thy hand received\nAnd eke for gifts unto me / by thee so freely made;\nDearly for his slander / hath the base traducer paid.\"\n\n2147\n\nWhen had the queen come hither / and had likewise seen\nHow on the Hunnish warrior / his wrath had vented been,\nIncontinent she mourned it, / and tears bedimmed her sight.\nSpake she unto Ruediger: / \"How dost thou now our love requite,\n\n2148\n\n\"That for me and thy master / thou bring'st increase of woe?\nNow hast thou, noble Ruediger, / ever told us so,\nHow that thou life and honor / for our sake wouldst dare.\nEke heard I thanes full many / proclaim thee knight beyond compare.\n\n2149\n\n\"Of the oath I now remind thee / that thou to me didst swear,\nWhen counsel first thou gavest / to Etzel's land to fare,\nThat thou wouldst truly serve me / till one of us were dead:\nOf that I wretched woman / never stood so sore in need.\"\n\n2150\n\n\"Nor do I, royal mistress, / deny that so I sware\nThat I for thy well-being / would life and honor dare:\nBut eke my soul to forfeit, / --that sware I not indeed.\n'Tis I thy royal brothers / hither to this land did lead.\"\n\n2151\n\nQuoth she: \"Bethink thee, Ruediger, / of thy fidelity\nAnd oath once firmly plighted / that aught of harm to me\nShould ever be avenged, / and righted every ill.\"\nReplied thereto the margrave: / \"Ne'er have I failed to work thy will.\"\n\n2152\n\nEtzel the mighty monarch / to implore him then began,\nAnd king and queen together / down knelt before their man,\nWhereat the good margrave / was seen in sorest plight,\nAnd gan to mourn his station / in piteous words the faithful knight.\n\n2153\n\n\"O woe is me most wretched,\" / he sorrow-stricken cried,\n\"That forced I am my honor / thus to set aside,\nAnd bonds of faith and friendship / God hath imposed on me.\nO Thou that rul'st in heaven! / come death, I cannot yet be free.\n\n2154\n\n\"Whate'er it be my effort / to do or leave undone,\nI break both faith and honor / in doing either one;\nBut leave I both, all people / will cry me worthy scorn.\nMay He look down in mercy / who bade me wretched man be born!\"\n\n2155\n\nWith many a prayer besought him / the king and eke his spouse,\nWherefore was many a warrior / soon doomed his life to lose\nAt hand of noble Ruediger, / when eke did die the thane.\nNow hear ye how he bore him, / though filled his heart with sorest pain.\n\n2156\n\nHe knew how scathe did wait him / and boundless sorrowing,\nAnd gladly had refused / to obey the king\nAnd eke his royal mistress. / Full sorely did he fear,\nThat if one stranger slew he, / the scorn of all the world he'd bear.\n\n2157\n\nThen spake unto the monarch / the full gallant thane:\n\"O royal sire, whatever / thou gavest, take again,\nThe land and every castle, / that naught remain to me.\nOn foot a lonely pilgrim / I'll wander to a far country.\"\n\n2158\n\nThereto replied King Etzel: / \"Who then gave help to me?\nMy land and lordly castles / give I all to thee,\nIf on my foes, O Ruediger, / revenge thou wilt provide.\nA mighty monarch seated, / shalt thou be by Etzel's side.\"\n\n2159\n\nAgain gave answer Ruediger: / \"How may that ever be?\nAt my own home shared they / my hospitality.\nMeat and drink I offered / to them in friendly way,\nAnd gave them of my bounty: / how shall I seek them here to slay ?\n\n2160\n\n\"The folk belike will fancy / that I a coward be.\nNe'er hath faithful service / been refused by me\nUnto the noble princes / and their warriors too;\nThat e'er I gained their friendship, / now 'tis cause for me to rue.\n\n2161\n\n\"For spouse unto Sir Giselher / gave I a daughter mine,\nNor into fairer keeping / might I her resign,\nWhere truth were sought and honor / and gentle courtesy:\nNe'er saw I thane so youthful / virtuous in mind as he.\"\n\n2162\n\nAgain gave answer Kriemhild: / \"O noble Ruediger,\nTo me and royal Etzel / in mercy now give ear\nFor sorrows that o'erwhelm us. / Bethink thee, I implore,\nThat monarch never any / harbored so evil guests before.\"\n\n2163\n\nSpake in turn the margrave / unto the monarch's wife:\n\"Ruediger requital / must make to-day with life\nFor that thou and my master / did me so true befriend.\nTherefore must I perish; / now must my service find an end.\n\n2164\n\n\"E'en this day, well know I, / my castles and my land\nMust surely lose their master / beneath a stranger's hand.\nTo thee my wife and children / commend I for thy care,\nAnd with all the lorn ones / that wait by Bechelaren's towers fair.\"\n\n2165\n\n\"Now God reward thee, Ruediger,\" / thereat King Etzel quoth.\nHe and the queen together, / right joyful were they both.\n\"To us shall all thy people / full commended be;\nEke trow I by my fortune / no harm shall here befall to thee.\"\n\n2166\n\nFor their sake he ventured / soul and life to lose.\nThereat fell sore to weeping / the royal Etzel's spouse.\nHe spake: \"I must unto you / my plighted word fulfil.\nAlack! beloved strangers, / whom to assail forbids my will.\"\n\n2167\n\nFrom the king there parting / ye saw him, sad of mood,\nAnd passed unto his warriors / who at small distance stood.\n\"Don straightway now your armor, / my warriors all,\" quoth he.\n\"Alas! must I to battle / with the valiant knights of Burgundy.\"\n\n2168\n\nThen straightway for their armor / did the warriors call.\nA shining helm for this one, / for that a shield full tall\nSoon did the nimble squires / before them ready hold.\nAnon came saddest tidings / unto the stranger warriors bold.\n\n2169\n\nWith Ruediger there saw ye / five hundred men arrayed,\nAnd noble thanes a dozen / that came unto his aid,\nThinking in storm of battle / to win them honor high.\nIn sooth but little knew they / how death awaited them so nigh.\n\n2170\n\nWith helm on head advancing / saw ye Sir Ruediger.\nSwords that cut full keenly / the margrave's men did bear,\nAnd eke in hand each carried / a broad shield shining bright.\nBoundless was the Fiddler's / sorrow to behold the sight.\n\n2171\n\nWhen saw the youthful Giselher / his bride's sire go\nThus with fastened helmet, / how might he ever know\nWhat he therewith did purpose / if 'twere not only good?\nThereat the noble monarchs / right joyous might ye see of mood.\n\n2172\n\n\"I joy for friends so faithful,\" / spake Giselher the thane,\n\"As on our journey hither / we for ourselves did gain.\nFull great shall be our vantage / that I found spouse so dear,\nAnd high my heart rejoiceth / that plighted thus to wed we were.\"\n\n2173\n\n\"Small cause I see for comfort,\" / thereto the minstrel spake.\n\"When saw ye thanes so many / come a truce to make\nWith helmet firmly fastened / and bearing sword in hand?\nBy scathe to us will Ruediger / service do for tower and land.\"\n\n2174\n\nThe while that thus the Fiddler / had spoken to the end,\nHis way the noble Ruediger / unto the hall did wend.\nHis trusty shield he rested / on the ground before his feet,\nYet might he never offer / his friends in kindly way to greet.\n\n2175\n\nLoudly the noble margrave / cried into the hall:\n\"Now guard you well, ye valiant / Nibelungen all.\nFrom me ye should have profit: / now have ye harm from me.\nBut late we plighted friendship: / broken now these vows must be.\"\n\n2176\n\nThen quailed to hear such tidings / those knights in sore distress,\nFor none there was among them / but did joy the less\nThat he would battle with them / for whom great love they bore.\nAt hand of foes already / had they suffered travail sore.\n\n2177\n\n\"Now God in heaven forfend it,\" / there King Gunther cried,\n\"That from mercy to us / thou so wilt turn aside,\nAnd the faithful friendship / whereof hope had we.\nI trow in sooth that never / may such thing be done by thee.\"\n\n2178\n\n\"Desist therefrom I may not,\" / the keen knight made reply,\n\"But now must battle with you, / for vow thereto gave I.\n\"Now guard you, gallant warriors, / as fear ye life to lose:\nFrom plighted vow release me / will nevermore King Etzel's spouse.\"\n\n2179\n\n\"Too late thou turnst against us,\" / spake King Gunther there.\n\"Now might God requite thee, / O noble Ruediger,\nFor the faith and friendship / thou didst on us bestow,\nIf thou a heart more kindly / even to the end wouldst show.\n\n2180\n\n\"We'd ever make requital / for all that thou didst give,--\nI and all my kinsmen, / wouldst thou but let us live,--\nFor thy gifts full stately, / as faithfully thou here\nTo Etzel's land didst lead us: / know that, O noble Ruediger.\"\n\n2181\n\n\"To me what pleasure were it,\" / Ruediger did say,\n\"With full hand of my treasure / unto you to weigh\nAnd with a mind right willing / as was my hope to do!\nThus might no man reproach me / with lack of courtesy to you.\"\n\n2182\n\n\"Turn yet, O noble Ruediger.\" / Gernot spake again,\n\"For in so gracious manner / did never entertain\nAny host the stranger, / as we were served by thee;\nAnd live we yet a little, / shall thou well requited be.\"\n\n2183\n\n\"O would to God, full noble / Gernot,\" spake Ruediger,\n\"That ye were at Rhine river / and that dead I were\nWith somewhat saved of honor, / since I must be your foe!\nUpon good knights was never / wrought by friends more bitter woe.\"\n\n2184\n\n\"Now God requite thee, Ruediger,\" / Gernot gave reply,\n\"For gifts so fair bestowed. / I rue to see thee die,\nFor that in thee shall perish / knight of so gentle mind.\nHere thy sword I carry, / that gav'st thou me in friendship kind.\n\n2185\n\n\"It never yet hath failed me / in this our sorest need,\nAnd 'neath its cutting edges / many a knight lies dead.\n'Tis strong and bright of lustre, / cunning wrought and well.\nI ween, whate'er was given / by knight it doth in worth excel.\n\n2186\n\n\"An wilt thou not give over / upon us here to fall,\nAnd if one friend thou slayest / here yet within this hall,\nWith this same sword thou gavest, / I'll take from thee thy life.\nI sorrow for thee Ruediger, / and eke thy fair and stately wife.\"\n\n2187\n\n\"Would God but give, Sir Gernot, / that such thing might be,\nThat thou thy will completely / here fulfilled mightst see,\nAnd of thy friends not any / here his life should lose!\nYea, shalt thou live to comfort / both my daughter and my spouse.\"\n\n2188\n\nThen out spake of Burgundy / the son of Ute fair:\n\"How dost thou so, Sir Ruediger? / All that with me are\nTo thee are well disposed. / Thou dost an evil thing,\nAnd wilt thine own fair daughter / to widowhood too early bring.\n\n2189\n\n\"If thou with armed warriors / wilt thus assail me here,\nIn what unfriendly manner / thou makest to appear\nHow that in thee I trusted / beyond all men beside,\nWhen thy fairest daughter / erstwhile I won to be my bride.\"\n\n2190\n\n\"Thy good faith remember, / O Prince of virtue rare,\nIf God from hence do bring thee,\" / --so spake Ruediger:\n\"Forsake thou not the maiden / when bereft of me,\nBut rather grant thy goodness / be dealt to her more graciously.\"\n\n2191\n\n\"That would I do full fairly,\" / spake Giselher again.\n\"But if my lofty kinsmen, / who yet do here remain,\nBeneath thy hand shall perish, / severed then must be\nThe friendship true I cherish / eke for thy daughter and for thee.\"\n\n2192\n\n\"Then God to us give mercy,\" / the knight full valiant spake.\nTheir shields in hand then took they, / as who perforce would make\nTheir passage to the strangers / into Kriemhild's hall.\nAdown the stair full loudly / did Hagen, knight of Tronje, call:\n\n2193\n\n\"Tarry yet a little, / O noble Ruediger,\nFor further would we parley,\" / --thus might ye Hagen hear--\n\"I and my royal masters, / as presseth sorest need.\nWhat might it boot to Etzel / that we strangers all lay dead.\n\n2194\n\n\"Great is here my trouble,\" / Hagen did declare:\n\"The shield that Lady Gotelinde / gave to me to bear\nHath now been hewn asunder / by Hun-men in my hand.\nWith friendly thought I bore it / hither into Etzel's land.\n\n2195\n\n\"Would that God in heaven / might grant in kindliness,\nThat I a shield so trusty / did for my own possess\nAs in thy hand thou bearest, / O noble Ruediger!\nIn battle-storm then need I / never hauberk more to wear.\"\n\n2196\n\n\"Full glad I'd prove my friendship / to thee with mine own shield,\nDared I the same to offer / before Lady Kriemhild.\nBut take it, natheless, Hagen, / and bear it in thy hand.\nWould that thou mightst take it / again unto Burgundian land!\"\n\n2197\n\nWhen with mind so willing / he offered him his shield,\nSaw ye how eyes full many / with scalding tears were filled;\nFor the last gift was it / that was offered e'er\nUnto any warrior / by Bechelaren's margrave, Ruediger.\n\n2198\n\nHow grim soe'er was Hagen / and stern soe'er of mind,\nThat gift to pity moved him / that there the chieftain kind,\nSo near his latest moment, / did on him bestow.\nFrom eyes of many another / began likewise the tears to flow.\n\n2199\n\n\"Now God in heaven requite thee, / O noble Ruediger!\nLike unto thee none other / warrior was there e'er,\nUnto knights all friendless / so bounteously to give.\nGod grant in his mercy / thy virtue evermore to live.\n\n2200\n\n\"Woe's me to hear such tiding,\" / Hagen did declare.\n\"Such load of grief abiding / already do we bear,\nIf we with friends must struggle, / to God our plaint must be.\"\nThereto replied the margrave: / \"'Tis cause of sorrow sore to me.\"\n\n2201\n\n\"To pay thee for thy favor, / O noble Ruediger,\nHowe'er these lofty warriors / themselves against thee bear,\nYet never thee in combat / here shall touch my hand,\nE'en though complete thou slayest / them from out Burgundian land.\"\n\n2202\n\nThereat the lofty Ruediger / 'fore him did courteous bend.\nOn all sides was lamenting / that no man might end\nThese so great heart-sorrows / that sorely they must bear.\nThe father of all virtue / fell with noble Ruediger.\n\n2203\n\nThen eke the minstrel Volker / from hall down glancing said:\n\"Since Hagen thus, my comrade, / peace with thee hath made,\nLasting truce thou likewise / receivest from my hand.\nWell hast thou deserved it / as fared we hither to this land.\n\n2204\n\n\"Thou, O noble margrave, / my messenger shalt be.\nThese arm-bands ruddy golden / thy lady gave to me,\nThat here at this high festival / I the same should wear.\nNow mayst thyself behold them / and of my faith a witness bear.\"\n\n2205\n\n\"Would God but grant,\" / spake Ruediger, \"who ruleth high in heaven,\nThat to thee by my lady / might further gift be given!\nI'll gladly tell thy tidings / to spouse full dear to me,\nAn I but live to see her: / from doubt thereof thou mayst be free.\"\n\n2206\n\nWhen thus his word was given, / his shield raised Ruediger.\nNigh to madness driven / bode he no longer there,\nBut ran upon the strangers / like to a valiant knight.\nMany a blow full rapid / smote the margrave in his might.\n\n2207\n\nVolker and Hagen / made way before the thane,\nAs before had promised / to him the warriors twain.\nYet found he by the portal / so many a valiant man\nThat Ruediger the combat / with mickle boding sore began.\n\n2208\n\nGunther and Gernot / with murderous intent\nLet him pass the portal, / as knights on victory bent.\nBackward yielded Giselher, / with sorrow all undone;\nHe hoped to live yet longer, / and therefore Ruediger would shun.\n\n2209\n\nStraight upon their enemies / the margrave's warriors sprung,\nAnd following their master / was seen a valiant throng.\nSwords with cutting edges / did they in strong arm wield,\n'Neath which full many a helmet / was cleft, and many a fair wrought\n      shield.\n\n2210\n\nThe weary strangers likewise / smote many a whirring slash,\nWherefrom the men of Bechelaren / felt deep and long the gash\nThrough the shining ring-mail / e'en to their life's core.\nIn storm of battle wrought they / glorious deeds a many more.\n\n2211\n\nAll his trusty followers / now eke had gained the hall,\nOn whom Volker and Hagen / did soon in fury fall,\nAnd mercy unto no man / save Ruediger they showed.\nThe blood adown through helmets, / where smote their swords, full\n      plenteous flowed.\n\n2212\n\nHow right furiously / were swords 'gainst armor driven!\nOn shields the well-wrought mountings / from their wards were riven,\nAnd fell their jewelled facings / all scattered in the blood.\nNe'er again might warriors / show in fight so grim a mood.\n\n2213\n\nThe lord of Bechelaren / through foemen cut his way,\nAs doth each doughty warrior / in fight his might display.\nOn that day did Ruediger / show full plain that he\nA hero was undaunted, / full bold and eke full praiseworthy.\n\n2214\n\nStood there two knights right gallant, / Gunther and Gernot,\nAnd in the storm of battle / to death full many smote.\nEke Giselher and Dankwart, / never aught recked they\nHow many a lusty fighter / saw 'neath their hand his latest day.\n\n2215\n\nFull well did show him Ruediger / a knight of mettle true,\nDoughty in goodly armor. / What warriors there he slew!\nBeheld it a Burgundian, / and cause for wrath was there.\nNot longer now was distant / the death of noble Ruediger.\n\n2216\n\nGernot, knight full doughty, / addressed the margrave then,\nThus speaking to the hero: / \"Wilt thou of all my men\nLiving leave not any, / O noble Ruediger?\nThat gives me grief unmeasured; / the sight I may not longer bear.\n\n2217\n\n\"Now must thy gift unto me / prove thy sorest bane,\nSince of my friends so many / thou from me hast ta'en.\nNow hither turn to front me, / thou bold and noble knight:\nAs far as might may bear me / I trust to pay thy gift aright.\"\n\n2218\n\nEre that full the margrave / might make his way to him,\nMust rings of glancing mail-coats / with flowing blood grow dim.\nThen sprang upon each other / those knights on honor bent,\nAnd each from wounds deep cutting / sought to keep him all unshent.\n\n2219\n\nTheir swords cut so keenly / that might withstand them naught.\nWith mighty arm Sir Ruediger / Gernot then smote\nThrough the flint-hard helmet, / that downward flowed the blood.\nTherefor repaid him quickly / the knight of keen and valiant mood.\n\n2220\n\nThe gift he had of Ruediger / high in hand he swung,\nAnd though to death was wounded / he smote with blow so strong\nThat the good shield was cloven / and welded helmet through.\nThe spouse of fair Gotelinde, / then his latest breath he drew.\n\n2221\n\nIn sooth so sad requital / found rich bounty ne'er.\nSlain fell they both together, / Gernot and Ruediger,\nAlike in storm of battle, / each by the other's hand.\nSore was the wrath of Hagen / when he the harm did understand.\n\n2222\n\nCried there the lord of Tronje: / \"Great is here our loss.\nIn death of these two heroes / such scathe befalleth us,\nWherefor land and people / shall repine for aye.\nThe warriors of Ruediger / must now to us the forfeit pay.\"\n\n2223\n\n\"Alack for this my brother, / snatched by death this day!\nWhat host of woes unbidden / encompass me alway!\nEke must I moan it ever / that noble Ruediger fell.\nGreat is the scathe to both sides / and great the sorrowing as well.\"\n\n2224\n\nWhen then beheld Sir Giselher / his lover's sire dead,\nMust all that with him followed / suffer direst need.\nThere Death was busy seeking / to gather in his train,\nAnd of the men of Bechelaren / came forth not one alive again.\n\n2225\n\nGunther and Giselher / and with them Hagen too,\nDankwart and Volker, / doughty thanes and true,\nWent where found they lying / the two warriors slain,\nNor at the sight the heroes / might their grief and tears restrain.\n\n2226\n\n\"Death robbeth us right sorely,\" / spake young Sir Giselher:\n\"Yet now give o'er your weeping / and let us seek the air,\nThat the ringed mail grow cooler / on us storm-weary men.\nGod in sooth will grant us / not longer here to live, I ween.\"\n\n2227\n\nHere sitting, and there leaning / was seen full many a thane,\nResting once more from combat, / the while that all lay slain\nThe followers of Ruediger. / Hushed was the battle's din.\nAt length grew angry Etzel, / that stillness was so long within.\n\n2228\n\n\"Alack for such a service!\" / spake the monarch's wife;\n\"For never 'tis so faithful / that our foes with life\nMust to us make payment / at Ruediger's hand.\nHe thinks in sooth to lead them / again unto Burgundian land.\n\n2229\n\n\"What boots it, royal Etzel, / that we did ever share\nWith him what he desired? / The knight doth evil there.\nHe that should avenge us, / the same a truce doth make.\"\nThereto the stately warrior / Volker in answer spake:\n\n2230\n\n\"Alas 'tis no such case here, / O high and royal dame.\nDared I but give the lie to / one of thy lofty name,\nThou hast in fiendish manner / Ruediger belied.\nHe and all his warriors / have laid all thoughts of truce aside.\n\n2231\n\n\"With so good heart obeyed he / his royal master's will\nThat he and all his followers / here in death lie still.\nLook now about thee, Kriemhild, / who may thy hests attend.\nRuediger the hero / hath served thee faithful to the end.\n\n2232\n\n\"Wilt thou my words believe not, / to thee shall clear be shown.\"\nTo cause her heart a sorrow, / there the thing was done.\nWound-gashed they bore the hero / where him the king might see.\nUnto the thanes of Etzel / ne'er might so great sorrow be.\n\n2233\n\nWhen did they the margrave / a corse on bier behold,\nBy chronicler might never / written be nor told\nAll the wild lamenting / of women and of men,\nAs with grief all stricken / out-poured they their hearts' sorrow then.\n\n2234\n\nRoyal Etzel's sorrow / there did know no bound.\nLike to the voice of lion / echoing rang the sound\nOf the king's loud weeping, / wherein the queen had share.\nUnmeasured they lamented / the death of noble Ruediger.\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow all Sir Dietrich's Knights were Slain\n\n2235\n\nOn all sides so great sorrow / heard ye there around,\nThat palace and high tower / did from the wail resound.\nOf Bern a man of Dietrich / eke the same did hear,\nAnd speedily he hastened / the tidings to his lord to bear.\n\n2236\n\nSpake he unto his master: / \"Sir Dietrich give me ear.\nWhat yet hath been my fortune, / never did I hear\nLamenting past all measure, / as at this hour hath been.\nScathe unto King Etzel / himself hath happened, I ween.\n\n2237\n\n\"Else how might they ever / all show such dire need?\nThe king himself or Kriemhild, / one of them lieth dead,\nBy the doughty strangers / for sake of vengeance slain.\nUnmeasured is the weeping / of full many a stately thane.\"\n\n2238\n\nThen spake of Bern Sir Dietrich: / \"Ye men to me full dear,\nNow haste ye not unduly. / The deeds performed here\nBy the stranger warriors / show sore necessity.\nThat peace with them I blighted, / let it now their profit be.\"\n\n2239\n\nThen spake the valiant Wolfhart: / \"Thither will I run\nTo make question of it / what they now have done,\nAnd straight will tidings bring thee, / master full dear to me,\nWhen yonder I inform me, / whence may so great lamenting be.\"\n\n2240\n\nAnswer gave Sir Dietrich: / \"Fear they hostility,\nThe while uncivil questioning / of their deed there be,\nLightly are stirred to anger / good warriors o'er the thing.\nYea, 'tis my pleasure, Wolfhart, / thou sparest them all such\n      questioning.\n\n2241\n\nHelfrich he then commanded / thither with speed to go\nThat from men of Etzel / he might truly know,\nOr from the strangers straightway, / what thing there had been.\nAs that, so sore lamenting / of people ne'er before was seen.\n\n2242\n\nQuestioned then the messenger: / \"What hath here been wrought?\"\nAnswered one among them: / \"Complete is come to naught\nWhat of joy we cherished / here in Hunnish land.\nSlain here lieth Ruediger, / fallen 'neath Burgundian hand.\n\n2243\n\n\"Of them that entered with him / not one doth longer live.\"\nNaught might ever happen / Helfrich more to grieve,\nNor ever told he tidings / so ruefully before.\nWeeping sore the message / unto Dietrich then he bore.\n\n2244\n\n\"What the news thou bringst us?\" / Dietrich spake once more;\n\"Yet, O doughty Helfrich, / wherefore dost weep so sore?\"\nAnswered the noble warrior: / \"With right may I complain:\nYonder faithful Ruediger / lieth by the Burgundians slain.\"\n\n2245\n\nThe lord of Bern gave answer: / \"God let not such thing be!\nThat were a mighty vengeance, / and eke the Devil's glee.\nWhereby had ever Ruediger / from them deserved such ill?\nWell know I to the strangers / was ever well disposed his will.\"\n\n2246\n\nThereto gave answer Wolfhart: / \"In sooth have they this done,\nTherefor their lives shall forfeit / surely, every one.\nAnd make we not requital, / our shame for aye it were;\nFull manifold our service / from hand of noble Ruediger.\"\n\n2247\n\nThen bade the lord of Amelungen / the case more full to learn.\nHe sat within a casement / and did full sadly mourn.\nHe prayed then that Hildebrand / unto the strangers go,\nThat he from their own telling / of the case complete might know.\n\n2248\n\nThe warrior keen in battle, / Master Hildebrand,\nNeither shield nor weapon / bore he in his hand,\nBut would in chivalrous manner / unto the strangers go.\nHis sister's son reviled him / that he would venture thus to do.\n\n2249\n\nSpake in anger Wolfhart: / \"Goest thou all weaponless,\nMust I of such action / free my thought confess:\nThou shalt in shameful fashion / hither come again;\nGoest thou armed thither, / will all from harm to thee refrain.\"\n\n2250\n\nSo armed himself the old man / at counsel of the young.\nEre he was ware of it, / into their armor sprung\nAll of Dietrich's warriors / and stood with sword in hand.\nGrieved he was, and gladly / had turned them Master Hildebrand.\n\n2251\n\nHe asked them whither would they. / \"Thee company we'll bear,\nSo may, perchance, less willing / Hagen of Tronje dare,\nAs so oft his custom, / to give thee mocking word.\"\nThe thane his leave did grant them / at last when he their speech had\n      heard.\n\n2252\n\nKeen Volker saw approaching, / in armor all arrayed,\nOf Bern the gallant warriors / that Dietrich's word obeyed,\nWith sword at girdle hanging / and bearing shield in hand.\nStraight he told the tidings / to his masters of Burgundian land.\n\n2253\n\nSpake the doughty Fiddler: / \"Yonder see I come near\nThe warriors of Dietrich / all clad in battle gear\nAnd decked their heads with helmets, / as if our harm they mean.\nFor us knights here homeless / approacheth evil end, I ween.\"\n\n2254\n\nMeanwhile was come anigh them / Master Hildebrand.\nBefore his foot he rested / the shield he bore in hand,\nAnd soon began to question / the men of Gunther there:\n\"Alack, ye gallant warriors, / what harm hath wrought you Ruediger?\n\n2255\n\n\"Me did my master Dietrich / hither to you command:\nIf now the noble margrave / hath fallen 'neath the hand\nOf any knight among you, / as word to us is borne,\nSuch a mighty sorrow / might we never cease to mourn.\"\n\n2256\n\nThen spake of Tronje Hagen: / \"True is the tale ye hear.\nThough glad I were, if to you / had lied the messenger,\nAnd if the faithful Ruediger / still his life might keep,\nFor whom both man and woman / must ever now in sorrow weep!\"\n\n2257\n\nWhen they for sooth the passing / of the hero knew,\nThose gallant knights bemoaned him / like faithful friends and true;\nOn Dietrich's lusty warriors / saw ye fall the tear\nAdown the bearded visage, / for sad of heart in truth they were.\n\n2258\n\nOf Bern then a chieftain, / Siegstab, further cried:\n\"Of all the mickle comfort / now an end is made,\nThat Ruediger erst prepared us / after our days of pain.\nThe joy of exiled people / here lieth by you warriors slain.\"\n\n2259\n\nThen spake of Amelungen / the thane Wolfwein:\n\"If that this day beheld I / dead e'en sire of mine,\nNo more might be my sorrow / than for this hero's life.\nAlack! who bringeth comfort / now to the noble margrave's wife?\"\n\n2260\n\nSpake eke in angry humor / Wolfhart a stalwart thane:\n\"Who now shall lead our army / on the far campaign,\nAs full oft the margrave / of old hath led our host?\nAlack! O noble Ruediger, / that in such manner thee we've lost!\"\n\n2261\n\nWolfbrand and Helfrich / and Helmnot with warriors all\nMourned there together / that he in death must fall.\nFor sobbing might not further / question Hildebrand.\nHe spake: \"Now do, ye warriors, / according to my lord's command.\n\n2262\n\n\"Yield unto us Ruediger's / corse from out the hall,\nIn whose death to sorrow / hath passed our pleasure all;\nAnd let us do him service / for friendship true of yore\nThat e'er for us he cherished / and eke for many a stranger more.\n\n2263\n\n\"We too from home are exiles / like unto Ruediger.\nWhy keep ye us here waiting? / Him grant us hence to bear,\nThat e'en though death hath reft him / our service he receive,\nThough fairer had we paid it / the while the hero yet did live.\"\n\n2264\n\nThereto spake King Gunther: / \"No service equal may\nThat which, when death hath reft him, / to friend a friend doth pay.\nHim deem I friend right faithful, / whoe'er the same may do.\nWell make ye here requital / for many a service unto you.\"\n\n2265\n\n\"How long shall we beseech you,\" / spake Wolfhart the thane;\n\"Since he that best consoled us / by you now lieth slain,\nAnd we, alas, no longer / his living aid may have,\nGrant us hence to bear him / and lay the hero in his grave.\"\n\n2266\n\nThereto answered Volker: / \"Thy prayer shall all deny.\nFrom out the hall thou take him, / where doth the hero lie\n'Neath deep wounds and mortal / in blood now smitten down.\nSo may by thee best service / here to Ruediger be shown.\"\n\n2267\n\nAnswered Wolfhart boldly: / \"Sir Fiddleman, God wot\nThou shalt forbear to stir us, / for woe on us thou'st wrought.\nDurst I despite my master, / uncertain were thy life;\nYet must we here keep silence, / for he did bid us shun the strife.\"\n\n2268\n\nThen spake again the Fiddler: / \"'Tis all too much of fear,\nFor that a thing's forbidden, / meekly to forbear.\nScarce may I deem it valor / worthy good knight to tell.\"\nWhat said his faithful comrade, / did please the doughty Hagen well.\n\n2269\n\n\"For proof be not o'er-eager,\" / Wolfhart quick replied,\n\"Else so I'll tune thy fiddle / that when again ye ride\nAfar unto Rhine river, / sad tale thou tellest there.\nThy haughty words no longer / may I now with honor bear.\"\n\n2270\n\nSpake once more the Fiddler: / \"If e'er the harmony\nOf my fiddle-strings thou breakest, / thy helmet's sheen shall be\nMade full dim of lustre / by stroke of this my hand,\nHowe'er fall out my journey / homeward to Burgundian land.\"\n\n2271\n\nThen would he rush upon him / but that him did restrain\nHildebrand his uncle / who seized him amain.\n\"I ween thou would'st be witless, / by youthful rage misled.\nMy master's favor had'st thou / evermore thus forfeited.\"\n\n2272\n\n\"Let loose the lion, Master, / that doth rage so sore.\nIf but my sword may reach him,\" / spake Volker further more,\n\"Though he the world entire / by his own might had slain,\nI'll smite him that an answer / never may he chant again.\"\n\n2273\n\nThereat with anger straightway / the men of Bern were filled.\nWolfhart, thane right valiant, / grasped in haste his shield,\nAnd like to a wild lion / out before them sped.\nBy friends a goodly number / full quickly was he followed.\n\n2274\n\nThough by the hall went striding / ne'er so swift the thane,\nO'ertook him Master Hildebrand / ere he the steps might gain,\nFor nowise would he let him / be foremost in the fray.\nIn the stranger warriors / worthy foemen soon found they.\n\n2275\n\nStraight saw ye upon Hagen / rush Master Hildebrand,\nAnd sword ye heard give music / in each foeman's hand.\nSore they were enraged, / as ye soon were ware,\nFor from their swinging broadswords / whirred the ruddy sparks in air.\n\n2276\n\nYet soon the twain were parted / in the raging fight:\nThe men of Bern so turned it / by their dauntless might.\nEre long then was Hildebrand / from Hagen turned away,\nWhile that the doughty Wolfhart / the valiant Volker sought to slay.\n\n2277\n\nUpon the helm the Fiddler / he smote with blow so fierce\nThat the sword's keen edges / unto the frame did pierce.\nWith mighty stroke repaid him / the valiant minstrel too,\nAnd so belabored Wolfhart / that thick the sparks around him flew.\n\n2278\n\nHewing they made the fire / from mail-rings scintillate,\nFor each unto the other / bore a deadly hate.\nOf Bern the thane Wolfwein / at length did part the two,--\nWhich thing might none other / than man of mickle prowess do.\n\n2279\n\nGunther, knight full gallant, / received with ready hand\nThere the stately warriors / of Amelungen land.\nEke did young Giselher / of many a helmet bright,\nWith blood all red and reeking, / cause to grow full dim the light.\n\n2280\n\nDankwart, Hagen's brother, / was a warrior grim.\nWhat erstwhile in combat / had been wrought by him\nAgainst the men of Etzel / seemed now as toying vain,\nAs fought with flaming ire / the son of valiant Aldrian.\n\n2281\n\nRitschart and Gerbart, / Helfrich and Wichart\nHad oft in storm of battle / with valor borne their part,\nAs now 'fore men of Gunther / they did clear display.\nLikewise saw ye Wolfbrand / glorious amid the fray.\n\n2282\n\nThere old Master Hildebrand / fought as he were wode.\nMany a doughty warrior / was stricken in the blood\nBy the sword that swinging / in Wolfhart's hand was seen.\nThus took dire vengeance / for Ruediger those knights full keen.\n\n2283\n\nHavoc wrought Sir Siegstab / there with might and main.\nHo! in the hurly-burly / what helms he cleft in twain\nUpon the crowns of foemen, / Dietrich's sister's son!\nNe'er in storm of battle / had he more feats of valor done.\n\n2284\n\nWhen the doughty Volker / there aright had seen\nHow many a bloody rivulet / was hewn by Siegstab keen\nFrom out the well-wrought mail-rings, / the hero's ire arose.\nQuick he sprang toward him, / Siegstab then his life must lose.\n\n2285\n\nEre long time was over, / 'neath the Fiddler's hand,\nWho of his art did give him / such share to understand\nThat beneath his broadsword / smitten to death he lay.\nOld Hildebrand avenged him / as bade his mighty arm alway.\n\n2286\n\n\"Alack that knight so loved,\" / spake Master Hildebrand,\n\"Here should thus lie fallen / 'neath Volker's hand.\nNow lived his latest hour / in sooth this Fiddler hath.\"\nFilled was the hero Hildebrand / straightway with a mighty wrath.\n\n2287\n\nWith might smote he Volker / that severed flew the band\nE'en to the hall's wide limit / far on either hand\nFrom shield and eke from helmet / borne by the Fiddler keen;\nTherewith the doughty Volker / reft of life at last had been.\n\n2288\n\nPressed eager to the combat / Dietrich's warriors true,\nSmiting that the mail-rings / afar from harness flew,\nAnd that the broken sword-points / soaring aloft ye saw,\nThe while that reeking blood-stains / did they from riven helmets draw.\n\n2289\n\nThere of Tronje Hagen / beheld Volker dead.\nIn that so bloody carnage / 'twas far the sorest need\nOf all that did befall him / in death of friend and man.\nAlack! for him what vengeance / Hagen then to wreak began!\n\n2290\n\n\"Therefrom shall profit never / Master Hildebrand.\nSlain hath been here my helper / 'neath the warrior's hand,\nThe best of feres in battle / that fortune ever sent.\"\nHis shield upraised he higher / and hewing through the throng he went.\n\n2291\n\nNext saw ye Dankwart / by doughty Helfrich slain,\nGunther and Giselher / did full sorely plain,\nWhen they beheld him fallen / where fiercely raged the fray.\nFor his death beforehand / dearly did his foemen pay.\n\n2292\n\nThe while coursed Wolfhart / thither and back again,\nThrough Gunther's men before him / hewing wide a lane.\nThrice in sooth returning / strode he down the hall,\nAnd many a lusty warrior / 'neath his doughty hand must fall.\n\n2293\n\nSoon the young Sir Giselher / cried aloud to him:\n\"Alack, that I should ever / find such foeman grim!\nSir knight, so bold and noble, / now turn thee here to me.\nI trow to end thy coursing, / the which will I no longer see.\"\n\n2294\n\nTo Giselher then turned him / Wolfhart in the fight,\nAnd gaping wounds full many / did each the other smite.\nWith such a mighty fury / he to the monarch sped\nThat 'neath his feet went flying / the blood e'en high above his head.\n\n2295\n\nWith rapid blows and furious / the son of Ute fair\nReceived the valiant Wolfhart / as came he to him there.\nHow strong soe'er the thane was, / his life must ended be.\nNever king so youthful / might bear himself more valiantly.\n\n2296\n\nStraight he smote Wolfhart / through well-made cuirass,\nThat from the wound all gaping / the flowing blood did pass.\nUnto death he wounded / Dietrich's liegeman true,\nWhich thing in sooth might never / any save knight full gallant do.\n\n2297\n\nWhen the valiant Wolfhart / of the wound was ware,\nHis shield flung he from him / and high with hand in air\nRaised he a mighty weapon / whose keen edge failed not.\nThrough helmet and through mail-rings / Giselher with might he smote.\n\n2298\n\nGrimly each the other / there to death had done.\nOf Dietrich's men no longer / lived there ever one.\nWhen old Master Hildebrand / Wolfhart's fall had seen,\nIn all his life there never / such sorrow him befell, I ween.\n\n2299\n\nFallen now were Gunther's / warriors every one,\nAnd eke the men of Dietrich. / Hildebrand the while had gone\nWhere Wolfhart had fallen / down in pool of blood.\nIn his arms then clasped he / the warrior of dauntless mood.\n\n2300\n\nForth from the hall to bear him / vainly did he try:\nBut all too great the burden / and there he still must lie.\nThe dying knight looked upward / from his bloody bed\nAnd saw how that full gladly / him his uncle thence had led.\n\n2301\n\nSpake he thus mortal wounded: / \"Uncle full dear to me,\nNow mayst thou at such season / no longer helpful be.\nTo guard thee well from Hagen / indeed me seemeth good,\nFor bears he in his bosom / a heart in sooth of grimmest mood.\n\n2302\n\n\"And if for me my kinsmen / at my death would mourn,\nUnto the best and nearest / by thee be message borne\nThat for me they weep not, / --of that no whit is need.\nAt hand of valiant monarch / here lie I gloriously dead.\n\n2303\n\n\"Eke my life so dearly / within this hall I've sold,\nThat have sore cause for weeping / the wives of warriors bold.\nIf any make thee question, / then mayst thou freely say\nThat my own hand nigh hundred / warriors hath slain to-day.\"\n\n2304\n\nNow was Hagen mindful / of the minstrel slain,\nFrom whom the valiant Hildebrand / erstwhile his life had ta'en.\nUnto the Master spake he: / \"My woes shalt thou repay.\nFull many a warrior gallant / thou hast ta'en from us hence away.\"\n\n2305\n\nHe smote upon Hildebrand / that loud was heard the tone\nOf Balmung resounding / that erst did Siegfried own,\nBut Hagen bold did seize it / when he the hero slew.\nThe old warrior did guard him, / as he was knight of mettle true.\n\n2306\n\nDietrich's doughty liegeman / with broadsword did smite\nThat did cut full sorely, / upon Tronje's knight;\nYet had the man of Gunther / never any harm.\nThrough his cuirass well-jointed / Hagen smote with mighty arm.\n\n2307\n\nSoon as his wound perceived / the aged Hildebrand,\nFeared he more of damage / to take from Hagen's hand;\nAcross his back full deftly / his shield swung Dietrich's man,\nAnd wounded deep, the hero / in flight 'fore Hagen's fury ran.\n\n2308\n\nNow longer lived not any / of all that goodly train\nSave Gunther and Hagen, / doughty warriors twain.\nWith blood from wound down streaming / fled Master Hildebrand,\nWhom soon in Dietrich's presence, / saw ye with saddest tidings stand.\n\n2309\n\nHe found the chieftain sitting / with sorrow all distraught,\nYet mickle more of sadness / unto him he brought.\nWhen Dietrich saw how Hildebrand / cuirass all blood-red wore,\nWith fearful heart he questioned, / what the news to him he bore.\n\n2310\n\n\"Now tell me, Master Hildebrand, / how thus wet thou be\nFrom thy life-blood flowing, / or who so harmeth thee.\nIn hall against the strangers / thou'st drawn thy sword, I ween.\n'Twere well my straight denial / here by these had honored been.\"\n\n2311\n\nReplied he to his master: / \"From Hagen cometh all.\nThis deep wound he smote me / there within the hall\nWhen I from his fury / thought to turn away.\n'Tis marvel that I living / saved me from the fiend this day.\"\n\n2312\n\nThen of Bern spake Dietrich: / \"Aright hast thou thy share,\nFor thou didst hear me friendship / unto these knights declare,\nAnd now the peace hast broken, / that I to them did give.\nIf my disgrace it were not, / by this hand no longer shouldst thou live.\"\n\n2313\n\n\"Now be not, Master Dietrich, / so sorely stirred to wrath.\nOn me and on my kinsmen / is wrought too great a scathe.\nThence sought we Ruediger / to bear all peacefully,\nThe which by men of Gunther / to us no whit would granted be.\"\n\n2314\n\n\"Ah, woe is me for sorrow! / Is Ruediger then dead,\nIn all my need there never / such grief hath happened.\nThe noble Gotelinde / is cousin fair to me.\nAlack for the poor orphans / that there in Bechelaren must be!\"\n\n2315\n\nGrief and anguish filled him / o'er Ruediger thus slain,\nNor might at all the hero / the flowing tears restrain.\n\"Alack for faithful helper / that death from me hath torn.\nKing Etzel's trusty liegeman / never may I cease to mourn.\n\n2316\n\n\"Canst thou, Master Hildebrand, / true the tidings say,\nWho might be the warrior / that Ruediger did slay?\"\n\"That did the doughty Gernot / with mighty arm,\" he said:\n\"Eke at hand of Ruediger / lieth the royal hero dead.\"\n\n2317\n\nSpake he again to Hildebrand: / \"Now let my warriors know,\nThat straightway they shall arm them, / for thither will I go.\nAnd bid to fetch hither / my shining mail to me.\nMyself those knights will question / of the land of Burgundy.\"\n\n2318\n\n\"Who here shall do thee service?\" / spake Master Hildebrand;\n\"All that thou hast yet living, / thou seest before thee stand.\nOf all remain I only; / the others, they are dead.\"\nAs was in sooth good reason, / filled the tale his soul with dread,\n\n2319\n\nFor in his life did never / such woe to him befall.\nHe spake: \"Hath death so reft me / of my warriors all,\nGod hath forsaken Dietrich, / ah me, a wretched wight!\nSometime a lofty monarch / I was, high throned in wealth and might.\"\n\n2320\n\n\"How might it ever happen?\" / Dietrich spake again,\n\"That so worthy heroes / here should all be slain\nBy the battle-weary / strangers thus beset?\nIll fortune me hath chosen, / else death had surely spared them yet.\n\n2321\n\n\"Since that fate not further / to me would respite give,\nThen tell me, of the strangers / doth any longer live?\"\nAnswered Master Hildebrand: / \"God wot, never one\nSave Hagen, and beside him / Gunther lofty king alone.\"\n\n2322\n\n\"Alack, O faithful Wolfhart, / must I thy death now mourn,\nSoon have I cause to rue me / that ever I was born.\nSiegstab and Wolfwein / and eke Wolfbrand!\nWho now shall be my helpers / in the Amelungen land?\n\n2323\n\n\"Helfrich, thane full valiant, / and is he likewise slain?\nFor Gerbart and Wichart / when shall I cease to plain?\nOf all my life's rejoicing / is this the latest day.\nAlack that die for sorrow / never yet a mortal may!\"\n\n\n\n\nTHIRTY-NINTH ADVENTURE\n\nHow Gunther and Hagen and Kriemhild were Slain\n\n2324\n\nHimself did then Sir Dietrich / his armor take in hand,\nTo don the which did help him / Master Hildebrand.\nThe doughty chieftain meanwhile / must make so loud complain\nThat from high palace casement / oft came back the sound again.\n\n2325\n\nNatheless his proper humor / soon he did regain,\nAnd armed full in anger / stood the worthy thane;\nA shield all wrought full firmly / took he straight in hand,\nAnd forth they strode together, / he and Master Hildebrand.\n\n2326\n\nSpake then of Tronje Hagen: / \"Lo, where doth hither wend\nIn wrath his way Sir Dietrich. / 'Tis plain he doth intend\nOn us to wreak sore vengeance / for harm befallen here.\nTo-day be full decided / who may the prize for valor bear!\n\n2327\n\n\"Let ne'er of Bern Sir Dietrich / hold him so high of might\nNor deem his arm so doughty / and terrible in fight\nThat, will he wreak his anger / on us for sorest scathe,\"--\nSuch were the words of Hagen, / --\"I dare not well withstand his wrath.\"\n\n2328\n\nUpon these words defiant / left Dietrich Hildebrand,\nAnd to the warriors hither / came where both did stand\nWithout before the palace, / and leaning respite found.\nHis shield well proved in battle / Sir Dietrich lowered to the ground.\n\n2329\n\nAddressed to them Sir Dietrich / these words of sorrowing:\n\"Wherefore hast thou such evil, / Gunther mighty king,\nWrought 'gainst me a stranger? / What had I done to thee,\nOf my every comfort / in such manner reft to be?\n\n2330\n\n\"Seemed then not sufficient / the havoc unto you\nWhen from us the hero / Ruediger ye slew,\nThat now from me ye've taken / my warriors one and all?\nThrough me did so great sorrow / ne'er to you good knights befall.\n\n2331\n\n\"Of your own selves bethink you / and what the scathe ye bore,\nThe death of your companions / and all your travail sore,\nIf not your hearts, good warriors, / thereat do heavy grow.\nThat Ruediger hath fallen, / --ah me! how fills my heart with woe!\n\n2332\n\n\"In all this world to any / more sorrow ne'er befell,\nYet have ye minded little / my loss and yours as well.\nWhate'er I most rejoiced in / beneath your hands lies slain;\nYea, for my kinsmen fallen / never may I cease to plain.\"\n\n2333\n\n\"No guilt lies here upon us,\" / Hagen in answer spake.\n\"Unto this hall hither / your knights their way did take,\nWith goodly train of warriors / full armed for the fight.\nMeseemeth that the story / hath not been told to thee aright.\"\n\n2334\n\n\"What shall I else believe in? / To me told Hildebrand\nHow, when the knights that serve me / of Amelungenland\nDid beg the corse of Ruediger / to give them from the hall,\nNought offered ye but mockings / unto the valiant warriors all.\"\n\n2335\n\nThen spake the King of Rhineland: / \"Ruediger to bear away\nCame they in company hither; / whose corse to them deny\nI bade, despiting Etzel, / nor with aught malice more,\nWhereupon did Wolfhart / begin to rage thereat full sore.\"\n\n2336\n\nThen spake of Bern the hero: / \"'Twas fated so to be.\nYet Gunther, noble monarch, / by thy kingly courtesy\nAmends make for the sorrow / thou here on me hast wrought,\nThat so thy knightly honor / still unsullied be in aught.\n\n2337\n\n\"Then yield to me as hostage / thyself and eke thy man;\nSo will I surely hinder, / as with best might I can,\nThat any here in Hunland / harm unto thee shall do:\nHenceforward shalt thou find me / ever well disposed and true.\"\n\n2338\n\n\"God in heaven forfend it,\" / Hagen spake again,\n\"That unto thee should yield them / ever warriors twain\nWho in their strength reliant / all armed before thee stand,\nAnd yet 'fore foes defiant / may freely swing a blade in hand.\"\n\n2339\n\n\"So shall ye not,\" spake Dietrich, / \"proffered peace forswear,\nGunther and Hagen. / Misfortune such I bear\nAt both your hands, 'tis certain / ye did but do aright,\nWould ye for so great sorrow / now my heart in full requite.\n\n2340\n\n\"I give you my sure promise / and pledge thereto my hand\nThat I will bear you escort / home unto your land;\nWith honors fit I'll lead you, / thereon my life I set,\nAnd for your sake sore evil / suffered at your hands forget.\"\n\n2341\n\n\"Ask thou such thing no longer,\" / Hagen then replied.\n\"For us 'twere little fitting / the tale be bruited wide,\nThat twain of doughty warriors / did yield them 'neath thy hand.\nBeside thee is none other / now but only Hildebrand.\"\n\n2342\n\nThen answered Master Hildebrand: / \"The hour may come, God wot,\nSir Hagen, when thus lightly / disdain it thou shalt not\nIf any man such offer / of peace shall make to thee.\nWelcome might now my master's / reconciliation be.\"\n\n2343\n\n\"I'd take in sooth his friendship,\" / Hagen gave reply,\n\"Ere that I so basely / forth from a hall would fly.\nAs thou hast done but lately, / O Master Hildebrand.\nI weened with greater valor / couldst thou 'fore a foeman stand.\"\n\n2344\n\nThereto gave answer Hildebrand: / \"From thee reproach like that?\nWho was then on shield so idle / 'fore the Waskenstein that sat,\nThe while that Spanish Walter / friend after friend laid low?\nSuch valor thou in plenty / hast in thine own self to show.\"\n\n2345\n\nOutspake then Sir Dietrich: / \"Ill fits it warriors bold\nThat they one another / like old wives should scold.\nThee forbid I, Hildebrand, / aught to parley more.\nAh me, most sad misfortune / weigheth on my heart full sore.\n\n2346\n\n\"Let me hear, Sir Hagen,\" / Dietrich further spake,\n\"What boast ye doughty warriors / did there together make,\nWhen that ye saw me hither / come with sword in hand?\nThought ye then not singly / me in combat to withstand?\"\n\n2347\n\n\"In sooth denieth no one,\" / bold Sir Hagen spake,\n\"That of the same with sword-blow / I would trial make,\nAn but the sword of Niblung / burst not within my hand.\nYea, scorn I that to yield us / thus haughtily thou mak'st demand.\"\n\n2348\n\nWhen Dietrich now perceived / how Hagen raged amain,\nRaise his shield full quickly / did the doughty thane.\nAs quick upon him Hagen / adown the perron sprang,\nAnd the trusty sword of Niblung / full loud on Dietrich's armor rang.\n\n2349\n\nThen knew full well Sir Dietrich / that the warrior keen\nSavage was of humor, / and best himself to screen\nSought of Bern the hero / from many a murderous blow,\nWhereby the valiant Hagen / straightway came he well to know.\n\n2350\n\nEke fear he had of Balmung, / a strong and trusty blade.\nEach blow meanwhile Sir Dietrich / with cunning art repaid,\nTill that he dealt to Hagen / a wound both deep and long,\nWhereat give o'er the struggle / must the valiant knight and strong.\n\n2351\n\nBethought him then Sir Dietrich: / \"Through toil thy strength has fled,\nAnd little honor had I / shouldst thou lie before me dead.\nSo will I yet make trial / if I may not subdue\nThee unto me as hostage.\" / Light task 'twas not the same to do.\n\n2352\n\nHis shield down cast he from him / and with what strength he found\nAbout the knight of Tronje / fast his arms he wound.\nIn such wise was subdued / by him the doughty knight;\nGunther the noble monarch / did weep to see his sorry plight.\n\n2353\n\nBind Hagen then did Dietrich, / and led him where did stand\nKriemhild the royal lady, / and gave into her hand\nOf all the bravest warrior / that ever weapon bore.\nAfter her mickle sorrow / had she merry heart once more.\n\n2354\n\nFor joy before Sir Dietrich / bent royal Etzel's wife:\n\"Blessed be thou ever / in heart while lasteth life.\nThrough thee is now forgotten / all my dire need;\nAn death do not prevent me, / from me shall ever be thy meed.\"\n\n2355\n\nThen spake to her Sir Dietrich, / \"Take not his life away,\nHigh and royal lady, / for full will he repay\nThee for the mickle evil / on thee have wrought his hands.\nBe it not his misfortune / that bound before thee here he stands.\"\n\n2356\n\nThen bade she forth lead Hagen / to dungeon keep near by,\nWherein he lay fast bolted / and hid from every eye.\nGunther, the noble monarch, / with loudest voice did say:\n\"The knight of Bern who wrongs me, / whither hath he fled away?\"\n\n2357\n\nMeanwhile back towards him / the doughty Dietrich came,\nAnd found the royal Gunther / a knight of worthy name.\nEke he might bide longer / but down to meet him sprang,\nAnd soon with angry clamor / their swords before the palace rang.\n\n2358\n\nHow famed soe'er Sir Dietrich / and great the name he bore,\nWith wrath was filled King Gunther, / and eke did rage full sore\nAt thought of grievous sorrow / suffered at his hand:\nStill tell they as high wonder / how Dietrich might his blows withstand.\n\n2359\n\nIn store of doughty valor / each did nothing lack.\nFrom palace and from tower / the din of blows came back\nAs on well-fastened helmets / the lusty swords came down,\nAnd royal Gunther's valor / in the fight full clear was shown.\n\n2360\n\nThe knight of Bern yet tamed him / as Hagen erst befell,\nAnd oozing through his armor / the blood was seen to swell\nFrom cut of sharpest weapon / in Dietrich's arm that swung.\nRight worthily King Gunther / had borne him after labors long.\n\n2361\n\nBound was then the monarch / by Sir Dietrich's hand,\nAlbeit bonds should suffer / ne'er king of any land.\nBut deemed he, if King Gunther / and Hagen yet were free,\nSecure might never any / from their searching vengeance be.\n\n2362\n\nWhen in such manner Dietrich / the king secure had bound\nBy the hand he led him / where Kriemhild he found.\nAt sight of his misfortune / did sorrow from her flee:\nQuoth she: \"Welcome Gunther / from out the land of Burgundy.\"\n\n2363\n\nHe spake: \"Then might I thank thee, / sister of high degree,\nWhen that some whit more gracious / might thy greeting be.\nSo angry art thou minded / ever yet, O queen,\nFull spare shall be thy greeting / to Hagen and to me, I ween.\"\n\n2364\n\nThen spake of Bern the hero: / \"Ne'er till now, O queen,\nGiven o'er as hostage / have knights so worthy been,\nAs I, O lofty lady, / in these have given to thee:\nI pray thee higher evils / to spare them now for sake of me.\"\n\n2365\n\nShe vowed to do it gladly. / Then forth Sir Dietrich went\nWith weeping eyes to see there / such knights' imprisonment.\nIn grimmest ways thereafter / wreaked vengeance Etzel's wife:\nBeneath her hand those chosen / warriors twain must end their life.\n\n2366\n\nShe let them lie asunder / the less at ease to be,\nNor did each the other / thenceforward ever see\nTill that unto Hagen / her brother's head she bore.\nIn sooth did Kriemhild vengeance / wreak upon the twain full sore.\n\n2367\n\nForth where she should find Hagen / the queen her way did take,\nAnd in right angry manner / she to the warrior spake:\n\"An thou wilt but restore me / that thou hast ta'en from me,\nSo may'st thou come yet living / home to the land of Burgundy.\"\n\n2368\n\nAnswered thereto grim Hagen: / \"'Twere well thy breath to save,\nFull high and royal lady. / Sworn by my troth I have\nThat I the hoard will tell not; / the while that yet doth live\nOf my masters any, / the treasure unto none I'll give.\"\n\n2369\n\n\"Then ended be the story,\" / the noble lady spake.\nShe bade them from her brother / straightway his life to take.\nHis head they struck from off him, / which by the hair she bore\nUnto the thane of Tronje. / Thereat did grieve the knight full sore.\n\n2370\n\nWhen that he in horror / his master's head had seen,\nCried the doughty warrior / unto Kriemhild the queen:\n\"Now is thy heart's desire / at length accomplished.\nAnd eke hath all befallen / as my foreboding heart hath said.\n\n2371\n\n\"Dead lieth now the noble / king of Burgundy,\nAlso youthful Giselher / and Sir Gernot eke doth he.\nThe treasure no one knoweth / but God and me alone,\nNor e'er by thee, she-devil, / shall its hiding-place be known.\"\n\n2372\n\nQuoth she: \"But ill requital / hast thou made to me.\nYet mine the sword of Siegfried / now henceforth shall be,\nThe which when last I saw him, / my loved husband bore,\nIn whom on me such sorrow / through guilt of thine doth weigh full sore.\"\n\n2373\n\nShe drew it from the scabbard, / nor might he say her nay,\nThough thought she from the warrior / his life to take away.\nWith both hands high she raised it / and off his head struck she,\nWhereat did grieve King Etzel / full sore the sorry sight to see.\n\n2374\n\n\"To arms!\" cried then the monarch: / \"here lieth foully slain\nBeneath the hand of woman / of all the doughtiest thane\nThat e'er was seen in battle / or ever good shield bore!\nThough foeman howsoever, / yet grieveth this my heart full sore.\"\n\n2375\n\nQuoth then the aged Hildebrand: / \"Reap no gain she shall,\nThat thus she dared to slay him. / Whate'er to me befall,\nAnd though myself in direst / need through him have been,\nBy me shall be avenged / the death of Tronje's knight full keen.\"\n\n2376\n\nIn wrathful mood then Hildebrand / unto Kriemhild sprung,\nAnd 'gainst the queen full swiftly / his massy blade he swung.\nAloud she then in terror / 'fore Hildebrand did wail,\nYet that she shrieked so loudly, / to save her what might that avail?\n\n2377\n\nSo all those warriors fated / by hand of death lay strewn,\nAnd e'en the queen full lofty / in pieces eke was hewn.\nDietrich and royal Etzel / at length to weep began,\nAnd grievously they mourned / kinsmen slain and many a man.\n\n2378\n\nWho late stood high in honor / now in death lay low,\nAnd fate of all the people / weeping was and woe.\nTo mourning now the monarch's / festal tide had passed,\nAs falls that joy to sorrow / turneth ever at the last.\n\n2379\n\nNor can I tell you further / what later did befall,\nBut that good knights and ladies / saw ye mourning all,\nAnd many a noble squire, / for friends in death laid low.\nHere hath the story ending, / --that is the Nibelungen woe.","title":"The Nibelungenlied: Translated into Rhymed English Verse in the Metre of the Original","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":120663}