THE NIBELUNGENLIED 



FIRST ADVENTURE

KRIEMHILD'S DREAM 

I

 In stories of our fathers high marvels 
we are told Of champions well approved 
in perils manifold. Of feasts and merry 
meetings, of weeping and of wail, And 
deeds of gallant daring I'll tell you 
in my tale. 

II

 In Burgundy there flourish'd a maid so 
fair to see, That in all the world 
together a fairer could not be. This 
maiden's name was Kriemhild; through 
her in dismal strife Full many a 
prowest warrior thereafter lost his 
life. 

III

 Many a fearless champion, as such well 
became, Woo'd the lovely lady; she from 
none had blame. Matchless was her 
person, matchless was her mind. This 
one maiden's virtue grac'd all 
womankind. 

IV

 Three puissant Kings her guarded with 
all the care they might, Gunther and 
eke Gernot, each a redoubted knight, 
And Giselher the youthful, a chosen 
champion he; This lady was their 
sister, well lov'd of all the three. 

V

 They were high of lineage, thereto 
mild of mood, But in field and foray 
champions fierce and rude. They rul'd a 
mighty kingdom, Burgundy by name; They 
wrought in Etzel's country deeds of 
deathless fame. 

VI

 At Worms was their proud dwelling, the 
fair Rhine flowing by, There had they 
suit and service from haughtiest 
chivalry, For broad lands and 
lordships, and glorious was their 
state, Till wretchedly they perish'd by 
two noble ladies' hate. 

VII

 Dame Uta was their mother, a queen 
both rich and sage; Their father hight 
Dancrat, who the fair heritage Left to 
his noble children when he his course 
had run; He too by deeds of knighthood 
in youth had worship won. 

VIII

 Each of these three princes, as you 
have heard me say, Were men of mighty 
puissance. They had beneath their sway 
The noblest knights for liegemen that 
ever dwelt on ground; For hardihood and 
prowess were none so high renown'd. 

IX

 There was Hagan of Trony of a noble 
line, His brother nimble Dankwart, and 
the knight of Metz, Ortwine, Eckewart 
and Gary, the margraves stout in fight, 
Folker of Alzeia, full of manly might. 

X

 Rumolt the steward (a chosen knight 
was he), Sindolt, and Hunolt; these 
serv'd the brethren three, At their 
court discharging their several duties 
well; Besides, knights had they many 
whom now I cannot tell. 

XI

 Dankwart was marshal to the king his 
lord, Ortwine of Metz, his nephew, was 
carver at the board, Sindolt, he was 
butler, a champion choice and true, The 
chamberlain was Hunolt; they well their 
duties knew. 

XII

 The gorgeous pomp and splendor, 
wherein these brethren reign'd, How 
well they tended knighthood, what 
worship they attain'd, How they thro' 
life were merry, and mock'd at woe and 
bale-- Who'd seek all this to tell you, 
would never end his tale. 

XIII

 A dream was dreamt by Kriemhild the 
virtuous and the gay, How a wild young 
falcon she train'd for many a day, Till 
two fierce eagles tore it; to her there 
could not be In all the world such 
sorrow at this perforce to see. 

XIV

 To her mother Uta at once the dream 
she told, But she the threatening 
future could only thus unfold; "The 
falcon that thou trainedst is sure a 
noble mate; God shield him in his 
mercy, or thou must lose him straight." 

XV

 "A mate for me? what say'st thou, 
dearest mother mine? Ne'er to love, 
assure thee, my heart will I resign. 
I'll live and die a maiden, and end as 
I began, Nor (let what else befall me) 
will suffer woe for man." 

XVI

 "Nay," said her anxious mother, 
"renounce not marriage so; Would'st 
thou true heartfelt pleasure taste ever 
here below, Man's love alone can give 
it. Thou 'rt fair as eye can see, A 
fitting mate God send thee, and naught 
will wanting be." 

XVII

 "No more," the maiden answer'd, "no 
more, dear mother, say; From many a 
woman's fortune this truth is clear as 
day, That falsely smiling Pleasure with 
Pain requites us ever. I from both will 
keep me, and thus will sorrow never." 

XVIII

 So in her lofty virtues, fancy-free 
and gay, Liv'd the noble maiden many a 
happy day, Nor one more than another 
found favor in her sight; Still at the 
last she wedded a far-renowned knight. 

XIX

 He was the self-same falcon she in her 
dream had seen, Foretold by her wise 
mother. What vengeance took the queen 
On her nearest kinsmen who him to death 
had done! That single death atoning 
died many a mother's son. 



SECOND ADVENTURE OF SIEGFRIED 

I

 In Netherland then flourished a prince 
of lofty kind, (Whose father was called 
Siegmund, his mother Siegelind) In a 
sumptuous castle down by the Rhine's 
fair side; Men did call it Xanten; 't 
was famous far and wide. 

II

 I tell you of this warrior, how fair 
he was to see; From shame and from 
dishonor liv'd he ever free. Forthwith 
fierce and famous wax'd the mighty man. 
Ah! what height of worship in this 
world he wan! 

III

 Siegfried men did call him, that same 
champion good; Many a kingdom sought he 
in his manly mood, And through strength 
of body in many a land rode he. Ah! 
what men of valor he found in Burgundy! 

IV

 Before this noble champion grew up to 
man's estate, His hand had mighty 
wonders achieved in war's debate, 
Whereof the voice of rumor will ever 
sing and say, Though much must pass in 
silence in this our later day. 

V

 In his freshest season, in his 
youthful days, One might full many a 
marvel tell in Siegfried's praise, What 
lofty honors grac'd him, and how fair 
his fame, How he charm'd to love him 
many a noble dame. 

VI

 As did well befit him, he was bred 
with care, And his own lofty nature 
gave him virtues rare, From him his 
father's country grace and honor drew, 
To see him prov'd in all things so 
noble and so true. 

VII

 He now, grown up to youthhood, at 
court his duty paid; The people saw him 
gladly; many a wife and many a maid 
Wish'd he would often thither, and bide 
forever there; They view'd him all with 
favor, whereof he well was ware. 

VIII

 The child by his fond parents was 
deck'd with weeds of pride, And but 
with guards about him they seldom let 
him ride. Uptrain'd was he by sages, 
who what was honor knew, So might he 
win full lightly broad lands and 
liegemen too. 

IX

 Now had he strength and stature that 
weapons well he bore; Whatever thereto 
needed, he had of it full store. He 
began fair ladies to his love to woo, 
And they inclin'd to Siegfried with 
faith and honor true. 

X

 Then bade his father Siegmund all his 
liegemen tell, With his dear friends to 
revel it would please him well. Where 
other kings were dwelling the tidings 
took their course. To friends and eke 
to strangers he gave both weed and 
horse. 

XI

 Whosoe'er was worthy to become a 
knight For his lofty lineage, did they 
each invite, High-born youths and 
valiant to the feastful board; With the 
young king Siegfried took they then the 
sword. 

XII

 Of that proud feast royal wonders one 
might say; King Siegmund and Queen 
Siegelind well might that day Win honor 
for the bounty they shower'd with 
lavish hand, For which full many a 
stranger came flocking through their 
land. 

XIII

 Sworded squires four hundred rich 
raiment had to wear With the noble 
Siegfried. Full many a maiden fair 
Ceaseless plied the needle to please 
the warrior bold; Precious stones 
unnumber'd the women set in gold, 

XIV

 (For gold was there in plenty), and as 
each could best For the love of 
Siegfried they work'd the jewel'd vest. 
The Host rais'd seats unnumber'd for 
many a martial wight On the fair 
midsummer when his heir was dubb'd a 
knight. 

XV

 Forthwith to the high minster flock'd 
many a squire along, And many a knight 
of worship. To fitly train the young 
The old should lend that service which 
once to them was lent. They pass'd the 
hours in pastime and gentle merriment. 

XVI

 But first to God's due honor a holy 
mass they sung, And then a press and 
struggle arose the crowd among, And 
then with pomp befitting each youth was 
dubb'd a knight. In sooth, before was 
never seen so fair a sight. 

XVII

 All ran at once, where saddled many a 
war-horse stood. In the court of 
Siegmund the tourney was so rude, That 
both hall and palace echoed far around, 
As those high-mettled champions shock'd 
with thundering sound. 

XVIII

 Old and young together fiercely 
hurtling flew, That the shiver'd lances 
swept the welkin through; Splinters 
e'en to the palace went whizzing many a 
one From hands of mighty champions; all 
there was deftly done. 

XIX

 The Host bade cease the tourney; the 
steeds were led away; Then might you 
see, all shatter'd how many a shield 
there lay, And store of stones full 
precious from bucklers beaming sheen In 
those fierce shocks were scatter'd upon 
the trampled green. 

XX

 Thence went the guests in order, and 
sat around the board; Many dainty 
dishes their wearied strength restor'd, 
And wine, of all the richest, their 
burning thirst allay'd: To friends 
alike and strangers was fitting honor 
pay'd. 

XXI

 Albeit in ceaseless pastime they sent 
the livelong day, The mummers and the 
minstrels never ceas'd their play. They 
flock'd to golden largess, a roving 
frolic band, And pour'd a flood of 
praises on Siegmund's fertile land. 

XXII

 The king, too, as his father to him 
before had done, Enfeoff'd with lands 
and castles Siegfried his youthful son; 
Gifts to his sword-companions he gave 
with liberal hand, So glad was he, it 
pleased them to come into his land. 

XXIII

 The gorgeous feast it lasted till the 
seventh day was o'er; Siegelind the 
wealthy did as they did of yore; She 
won for valiant Siegfried the hearts of 
young and old, When for his sake among 
them she shower'd the ruddy gold. 

XXIV

 You scarce could find one needy in all 
the minstrel band; Horses and robes 
were scatter'd with ever open hand. 
They gave as though they had not 
another day to live, None were to take 
so ready, as they inclin'd to give. 

XXV

 So was dissolv'd with honor the mighty 
festival: The high-descended Barons 
assembled there in hall, That youth 
were well contented as lord to serve 
and sue, But that desir'd not 
Siegfried, the champion stout and true. 

XXVI

 While Siegelind and Siegmund yet liv'd 
and flourished there, Full little 
reck'd their offspring the royal crown 
to wear. He only would be master and 
exercise command, 'Gainst those whose 
pride o'erweening disturb'd the 
peaceful land. 

XXVII

 None ventur'd to defy him; since 
weapons first he took, The bed of sloth 
but seldom the noble knight could 
brook. He only sought for battles; his 
prowess-gifted hand Won him renown 
eternal in every foreign strand. 



THIRD ADVENTURE

HOW SIEGFRIED WENT TO WORMS 

I

 'Twas seldom teen or sorrow the 
warrior's heart assay'd; At length he 
heard the rumor, how a lovely maid In 
Burgundy was dwelling, the fairest of 
the fair. From her he won much 
pleasure, but dash'd with toil and 
care. 

II

 By fame her peerless beauty was 
bruited far and wide, Nor less her 
lofty virtue, and her pure virgin pride 
Was day by day reported among the 
martial band. This drew guests every 
flocking to good King Gunther's land. 

III

 For all the host of suitors that 
sought to bend her will, True to her 
own coy promise remain'd fair Kriemhild 
still, That she, for all their wooing, 
would love vouchsafe to none. He was a 
distant stranger, who at last her favor 
won. 

IV

 Then sought the son of Siegelind to 
gain the haughty fair; The vows of 
other suitors to his were light as air. 
Such knight deserv'd to vanquish the 
coyest maiden's pride; Ere long the 
noble Kriemhild became bold Siegfried's 
bride. 

V

 His kinsmen and his liegemen then gave 
him counsel true, That now, if he in 
honor were inclin'd to woo, He should 
be bound in wedlock to no unequal make: 
Then said the noble Siegfried, "Sure 
will I fair Kriemhild take, 

VI

 "The bright Burgundian maiden, best 
gem of Gunther's throne, Whose 
far-renowned beauty stands 
unapproach'd, alone; On earth nor king 
nor kaiser lives there so proud, I 
ween, But he might deem him happy to 
win so fair a queen." 

VII

 Forthwith were the tidings to 
Siegmund's ear preferr'd; His anxious 
liegemen told him; from them his father 
heard The high design of Siegfried; it 
much to heart he laid, That he aspir'd 
so boldly to win so fair a maid. 

VIII

 The news came eke to Siegelind, the 
noble monarch's wife; Full sore the 
mother trembled for her darling's life, 
For well she knew fierce Gunther and 
his vassals stern; So strove they both 
the champion from his high emprise to 
turn. 

IX

 Then spake the valiant Siegfried, 
"Dearest father mine, The love of 
high-born women forever I'll resign, 
Rather than play the wooer but where my 
heart is set." Howe'er they sought to 
move him, but small success they met. 

X

 "Since naught can then dissuade thee," 
outspake his royal sire, "Glad am I, 
blood of Siegmund should to such height 
aspire, And so thy hopes to forward 
I'll do the best I can; Yet in his 
court has Gunther many a proud 
o'erweening man. 

XI

 "E'en were there none but Hagan, that 
redoubted knight In pride can match the 
proudest, the mightiest in might; So 
that, my son, I fear me, this hour we 
both may rue, If our minds are settled 
the stately maid to woo." 

XII

 "What can ill befall us?" Siegfried 
made reply; "If that misproud 
Burgundian my friendly suit deny, Be 
sure, as much and more, too, I'll seize 
by strength of hand; In this I trust to 
strip him of liegemen and of land." 

XIII

 "Little thy words content me," the 
hoary prince replied, "In the land of 
King Gunther thou sure durst never 
ride, If, on the Rhine, young 
Siegfried, this tale were only told. 
Gunther and eke Gernot I know them both 
of old. 

XIV

 "By force, fair son, assure thee, can 
none the maiden woo," Resum'd the 
princely Siegmund, "this I have heard 
for true; But if with knights to back 
thee, thou'lt ride to Gunther's land, 
We've friends enough, and forthwith 
I'll summon all the band." 

XV

 "'Tis not to me well pleasing," the 
fiery youth replied, "That I the Rhine 
should visit with warriors by my side, 
As in array of battle, and 'twould my 
honor stain, If I should need 
assistance the peerless maid to gain. 

XVI

 "I little care to win her save by my 
own good hand; With comrades but eleven 
I'll hence to Gunther's land. Thus far, 
father Siegmund, of you help I pray." 
Then his friends, to trim their 
garments, receiv'd striped furs and 
gray. 

XVII

 To his mother Siegelind the heavy news 
they bore; The queen straight for her 
Siegfried began to sorrow sore. She 
shudder'd lest the lov'd one should all 
untimely die By the fierce knights of 
Gunther, and wept full bitterly. 

XVIII

 Then in haste went Siegfried where she 
her moan did make, And thus his sobbing 
mother tenderly bespake, "Weep not for 
me, dear mother, in better hope repose, 
Count me forever scathless e'en 'midst 
a thousand foes. 

XIX

 "So give me all that's needful through 
Burgundy to ride, That I and mine may 
journey with such fair weeds supplied 
As best becomes companions of high 
degree to wear, And from my heart I'll 
thank thee for all thy love and care." 

XX

 "Since naught avails to stay thee," so 
spake his mother mild, "I'll equip thee 
for the journey, my dear, my only 
child, Thee and thy bold companions, 
and send thee richly dight With weeds 
the best and fairest that e'er were 
worn by knight." 

XXI

 Then to the queen young Siegfried in 
duty bent him low, And said, "Upon this 
journey I would not that we go More 
than twelve together, so these with 
robes provide. Full fain am I to 
witness how stands it with my bride." 

XXII

 Fair women at the needle were sitting 
night and day; Scarcely could a 
seamstress her head on pillow lay, Till 
robes were work'd for Siegfried and all 
his company. The youth was ever 
yearning to start for Burgundy. 

XXIII

 His sire prepar'd his armor, and 
nothing left undone, That he might 
leave his country as fitted Siegmund's 
son; Well temper'd were their 
breast-plates that flash'd against the 
light, Of proof were their morions, 
their bucklers broad and bright. 

XXIV

 Their way they now were ready to 
Burgundy to take; Then man and wife 
were heavy with sorrow for their sake, 
Lest evil should befall them, and bar 
their homeward road, With weapons and 
apparel the heroes bad the sumpters 
load. 

XXV

 High-mettled were their chargers, 
gold-bright their riding weed, None 
ever rode more proudly (little were 
there need) Than then did noble 
Siegfried, and that fair company That 
with him leave were taking, all bound 
for Burgundy. 

XXVI

 The king and queen, each weeping, gave 
him leave to part, And he to both gave 
comfort all with a loving heart. "Weep 
not," said he, "dear parents, of better 
courage be, I'm safe where'er I travel, 
so take no thought for me." 

XXVII

 Ah! woe were then the warriors, and 
wept, too, many a maid, Their hearts, I 
ween, the future in deepest gloom 
array'd, And told them from that 
journey many a dear friend would bleed. 
Full cause had they for sorrow, it 
brought them woe indeed. 

XXVIII

 On the seventh fair morning by Worms 
along the strand In knightly guise were 
pricking the death-defying band. The 
ruddy gold fair glitter'd on every 
riding vest; Their steeds they meetly 
govern'd, all pacing soft abreast. 

XXIX

 Their shields were new and massy and 
like flame they glow'd, As bright too 
shone their helmets, while bold 
Siegfried rode Straight to the court of 
Gunther to woo the stately maid; Eye 
never look'd on champions so gorgeously 
array'd. 

XXX

 Down to their spurs loud clanging 
reach'd the swords they wore; Sharp and 
well temper'd lances the chosen 
champions bore. One, two spans broad or 
better, did Siegfried sternly shake, 
With keen and cutting edges grim and 
ghastly wounds to make. 

XXXI

 Their golden-color'd bridles firm they 
held in hand; Silken were their 
poeitrels; so rode they through the 
land. On all sides the people to gaze 
on them began; Then many of Gunther's 
liegemen swift to meet them ran. 

XXXII

 Many a haughty warrior, stout squire, 
and hardy knight, Went to receive the 
strangers as fitting was and right, 
And, as to guests high honor'd, did 
courteous service yield, Their steeds 
held as they lighted, and took from 
each his shield. 

XXXIII

 They were in act the chargers to lead 
away to stall, When the redoubted 
Siegfried quick to them did call, "Nay, 
leave us here the horses, we look not 
long to stay, Anon with my companions I 
shall wend upon my way. 

XXXIV

 "Affairs of high concernment this 
squadron hither bring, So, whoso knows, 
straight tell me where I may find your 
king, The wide-renowned Gunther, who 
reigns in Burgundy." Then one who near 
was standing thus answer'd courteously, 

XXXV

 "If you would find the monarch, you 
need not long to wait; In yonder hall 
at leisure myself I left him late 
Begirt with all his warriors; there you 
may feast your sight: In sooth you'll 
find about him full many a stately 
knight." 

XXXVI

 Now to great King Gunther were the 
tidings told, That there had journey'd 
thither hardy knights and bold, Yclad 
in flashing armor and glittering 
vesture gay, But who and whence the 
strangers, could no Burgundian say. 

XXXVII

 Much wonder'd the monarch, whence came 
the gallant band, That with so fair 
equipment had reach'd Burgundian land, 
And with so massy bucklers; that none 
could tidings bring Of those heroic 
strangers, but little pleas'd the king. 

XXXVIII

 To Gunther then made answer the knight 
of Metz, Ortwine, A warrior bold and 
mighty, and of the loftiest line, 
"Since none of us can tell you who 
these same knights may be, Send for my 
uncle Hagan; let him strangers see. 

XXXIX

 "He knows the proud and puissant of 
every foreign land; So we, what now we 
guess not, from him shall understand." 
Him and his warlike vassals the 
impatient king bade call, And soon 
redoubted Hagan strode tow'ring through 
the hall. 

XL

 "What would the king with Hagan?" the 
warrior made demand. "Here in my house 
are wand'rers from some far-distant 
land, Unknown to all around me; observe 
the strangers well, And if thou e'er 
hast seen them, the truth, good Hagan, 
tell." 

XLI

 "That will I straight," said Hagan; to 
a window then he went, And his eyes 
attentive on the strangers bent. Well 
pleas'd him their fair vesture, and 
well their armor sheen, Yet sure the 
like he never in Burgundy had seen. 

XLII

 "Whencever come these champions whom 
chance to Rhineland brings, Kings might 
they be," said Hagan, "or messengers of 
kings. How highly bred their chargers! 
how gorgeous their array! Wherever lies 
their country, high-mettled lords are 
they." 

XLIII

 And thereto added Hagan, "This too 
I'll vouch for yet; Albeit on noble 
Siegfried I never eyes have set; Still 
to aver I'll venture, that (let 
whate'er befall) 'Tis he that's 
stalking yonder, so stately and so 
tall. 

XLIV

 "He brings some new adventure to our 
Burgundian land; The valiant 
Nibelungers he slew by strength of 
hand, Nibelung and Shilbung the princes 
stern in fight, And since has many a 
wonder achiev'd with all-surpassing 
might. 

XLV

 "As all alone and aidless he was 
riding once at will, As I have heard 
reported, he found beside a hill With 
Nibelung's hoarded treasure full many a 
man of might; Strange seem'd they to 
the champion, till he came to know them 
right. 

XLVI

 "They had brought the treasure, as 
just then befell, Forth from a yawning 
cavern; now hear a wonder tell, How 
those fierce Nibelungers the treasure 
would divide; The noble Siegfried eyed 
them, and wonder'd as he eyed. 

XLVII

 "He nearer came and nearer, close 
watching still the clan, Till they got 
sight of him too, when one of them 
began, 'Here comes the stalwart 
Siegfried, the chief of Netherland.' A 
strange adventure met he with that 
Nibelungers' band. 

XLVIII

 "Him well receiv'd the brethren 
Shilbung and Nibelung. With one accord 
they begg'd him, those noble princes 
young, To part the hoard betwixt them, 
and ever pressing bent The hero's 
wavering purpose till he yielded full 
consent. 

XLIX

 "He saw of gems such plenty, drawn 
from that dark abode, That not a 
hundred wagons could bear the costly 
load, Still more of gold so ruddy from 
the Nibelungers' land. All this was to 
be parted by noble Siegfried's hand. 

L

 "So Nibelung's sword they gave him to 
recompense his pain, But ill was done 
the service, which they had sought so 
fain, And he so hard had granted; 
Siegfried, the hero good, Fail'd the 
long task to finish; this stirr'd their 
angry mood. 

LI

 "The treasure undivided he needs must 
let remain, When the two kings 
indignant set on him with their train, 
But Siegfried gripp'd sharp Balmung (so 
hight their father's sword), And took 
from them their country and the beaming 
precious hoard. 

LII

 "For friends had they twelve 
champions, each, as avers my tale, A 
strong and sturdy giant, but what could 
all avail? All twelve to death 
successive smote Siegfried's mastering 
hand, And vanquish'd chiefs seven 
hundred of the Nibelungers' land. 

LIII

 "With that good weapon Balmung; by 
sudden fear dismay'd Both of the 
forceful swordsman and of the sword he 
sway'd, Unnumber'd youthful heroes to 
Siegfried bent that hour, Themselves, 
their lands, their castles, submitting 
to his power. 

LIV

 "Those two fierce kings together he 
there depriv'd of life, Then wag'd with 
puissant Albric a stern and dubious 
strife, Who thought to take full 
vengeance for both his masters slain, 
But found his might and manhood with 
Siegfried's match'd in vain. 

LV

 "The mighty dwarf successless strove 
with the mightier man; Like to wild 
mountain lions to th' hollow hill they 
ran; He ravish'd there the cloud-cloak 
from struggling Albric's hold, And then 
became the master of th' hoarded gems 
and gold. 

LVI

 "Whoever dar'd resist him, all by his 
sword lay slain, Then bade he bring the 
treasure back to the cave again, Whence 
the men of Nibelung the same before had 
stirr'd; On Albric last the office of 
keeper he conferr'd. 

LVII

 "He took an oath to serve him, as his 
liegeman true, In all that to a master 
from his man is due. Such deeds," said 
he of Trony, "has conqu'ring Siegfried 
done; Be sure, such mighty puissance, 
knight has never won. 

LVIII

 "Yet more I know of Siegfried, that 
well your ear may hold; A 
poison-spitting dragon he slew with 
courage bold, And in the blood then 
bath'd him; this turn'd to horn his 
skin. And now no weapons harm him, as 
often proved has been. 

LIX

 "Receive then this young hero with all 
becoming state; 'Twere ill advis'd to 
merit so fierce a champion's hate. So 
lovely is his presence, at once all 
hearts are won, And then his strength 
and courage such wondrous deeds have 
done." 

LX

 Then spake the mighty monarch, "Thou 
counsellest aright. See how stands full 
knightly, prepar'd for fiercest fight, 
He and his hardy comrades, the 
death-defying man! Straight we'll 
descend to meet him as courteous as we 
can." 

LXI

 "That be assur'd," said Hagan, "with 
honor may be done; Of lofty kin is 
Siegfried, a mighty monarch's son. Me 
seemeth, if to purpose his bearing I 
have eyed, By heaven, 'tis no light 
matter hath bidd'n him thither ride." 

LXII

 Then spake the country's ruler, "He 
shall be welcome here, Bold is the 
knight and noble, that I discover 
clear, And much shall it avail him on 
our Burgundian ground." Then thither 
went King Gunther where he Siegfried 
found. 

LXIII

 The host and his companions so well 
receiv'd the guest, That nothing there 
was wanting that courtesy express'd; 
And low inclin'd the warrior to all in 
presence there, Since they had giv'n 
him greeting so friendly and so fair. 

LXIV

 "I wonder much," said Gunther, "and 
fain would understand, Whence comes the 
noble Siegfried to this Burgundian 
land, And what he here is seeking at 
Worms upon the Rhine." The guest to the 
king made answer, "Concealment is no 
art of mine. 

LXV

 "Afar I heard the tidings, e'en in my 
father's land, That here with you were 
dwelling (fain would I know the band) 
The best and prowest champions so 
voic'd by all and some, That ever king 
surrounded; I'm therefore hither come. 

LXVI

 "Your own renown I've heard, too, 
through all this country ring, That 
never eye of mortal has seen so bold a 
king. Your prowess and your knighthood 
are vouch'd by high and low, Now ne'er 
will I turn homeward till this by proof 
I know. 

LXVII

 "I too am a warrior, and shall a 
sceptre sway, And I would fain bring 
all men perforce of me to say, That I 
both land and liegemen have nobly 
merited. This to maintain I'll freely 
pledge, my honor and my head. 

LXVIII

 "Now since you are so famous for 
manhood and for skill, Naught reck I, 
if my purpose be taken well or ill, But 
all that's own'd by Gunther I'll win by 
strength of hand, And force to my 
obedience his castles and his land." 

LXIX

 The king was lost in wonder, and with 
him all the rest, At such a strange 
pretension from that o'erweening guest, 
Who claim'd his whole possessions that 
stretch'd so wide around. His vassals 
heard the challenge, and for anger 
sternly frown'd. 

LXX

 "How," cried the valiant Gunther, 
"have I deserv'd this wrong, That what 
my noble father with honor rul'd so 
long, I now should yield to any, 
o'ermaster'd by his might? Ill should I 
show, that I too can bear me like a 
knight!" 

LXXI

 "I'll ne'er renounce my purpose," the 
fiery youth replied; "If through thy 
might thy country cannot in peace 
abide, I'll take on me to rule it, and 
what I hold in fee, If thou by strength 
canst take it, shall alike submit to 
thee. 

LXXII

 "Let thy broad lands and mine too be 
laid in equal scale, And whichsoe'er in 
battle o'er th' other shall prevail, To 
him let all be subject, the liegemen 
and the land." But Hagan sought, and 
Gernot, such purpose to withstand. 

LXXIII

 "To us 'tis little pleasing," Gernot 
made reply, "That we should lands be 
seizing, whose lords should slaughter'd 
lie That we may win unjustly; our lands 
are fair and wide; We are their 
rightful masters, and none they need 
beside." 

LXXIV

 Grim glar'd King Gunther's warriors 
(of gathering wrath the sign!) Among 
them lower'd the darkest the knight of 
Metz, Ortwine. "It irks me much," 
exclaim'd he, "to hear these words of 
pride. Sir King! by haughty Siegfried 
thou'rt wrongfully defied. 

LXXV

 "Were thou and thy brave brethren 
stript of those arms you boast, While 
he to back his quarrel should bring a 
royal host, E'en then I'd trust to 
teach him a humbler pitch to fly, And 
cower as low before us, as now he 
mounteth high." 

LXXVI

 Wroth was at this defiance the chief 
of Netherland. He cried, "Thou durst 
not venture 'gainst me to lift thy 
hand. I am a mighty monarch, a 
monarch's man art thou; Should twelve 
like thee resist me, twelve such to one 
should bow." 

LXXVII

 Then 'gan for swords call loudly the 
knight of Metz, Ortwine, The sister's 
son of Hagan, pride of his lofty line. 
It irk'd him that his uncle so long had 
silent stood. Bold Gernot interposing 
thus cool'd his fiery mood. 

LXXVIII

 "Ortwine!" said he, "be calmer; why 
thus to weapons run? To us the valiant 
stranger no such offence has done. We 
yet may part in kindness; I rede thee, 
wrath give o'er, And make a friend of 
Siegfried; this still were to our 
credit more." 

LXXIX

 "It well may irk," said Hagan, "all us 
good knights of thine, That this 
imperious wanderer e'er rode unto the 
Rhine. Such strife-producing journey 
were better ne'er begun. Ne'er had the 
kings my masters by him so evil done." 

LXXX

 Thereto straight answer'd Siegfried, 
fiercely frowning still, "If these my 
words, Sir Hagan, have chanc'd to 
please you ill, Be sure, high deeds of 
valor, you at these hands shall see, 
Deeds, that e'en less may please you 
here in Burgundy." 

LXXXI

 "This I alone," said Gernot, "can turn 
from evil end;" So all his warriors 
bade he the stranger not offend With 
words that breath'd defiance, and thus 
the turmoil stay'd; And Siegfried too 
was thinking upon the stately maid. 

LXXXII

 "How suits this strife with either?" 
the prudent warrior said, "How many 
chiefs soever should in this broil lie 
dead, By us would little honor, by you 
small gain be won." Thereto gave answer 
Siegfried, King Siegmund's haughty son: 

LXXXIII

 "But wherefore lingereth Hagan, and 
wherefore proud Ortwine, That, with 
their friends thus swarming upon the 
banks of Rhine, Nor one, nor other 
ventures a stranger's arm to brave?" 
Both kept unwilling silence, such 
counsel Gernot gave. 

LXXXIV

 "You shall to us be welcome," resum'd 
Queen Uta's son, "You and your faithful 
comrades, all and every one. We shall 
be proud to serve you, I and all kin of 
mine," Then for the guests 'twas 
order'd to pour King Gunther's wine. 

LXXXV

 Then spoke the sov'reign ruler, 
"Whatever ours we call, Should you in 
honor claim it, is at your service 
all-- Our persons--our possessions--if 
so it seems you good." Thereat became 
Sir Siegfried of somewhat milder mood. 

LXXXVI

 Forthwith their whole equipment down 
from their beasts was brought; For 
Siegfried and his fellows with fitting 
zeal were sought Of all convenient 
chambers the choicest and the best. At 
length the bold Burgundians look'd 
friendly on their guest. 

LXXXVII

 Thenceforth were fitting honors paid 
him many a day, A thousand-fold, be 
certain more than I can say. This 
earn'd his strength and valor; so 
gracious was his state, 'Twas rare that 
any mortal could look on him with hate. 

LXXXVIII

 Their hours they spent in pastime--the 
kings and all the rest-- Whate'er the 
sport that pleas'd them, 'twas 
Siegfried play'd it best. Such was his 
skill and puissance, that none could 
come him near To hurl the stone 
tempestuous or dart the whizzing spear. 

LXXXIX

 Whene'er before the ladies, all in 
courtly guise, Plied the contending 
champions their knightly exercise, Then 
all look'd on delighted as noble 
Siegfried strove; But he his thoughts 
kept ever fix'd on his lofty love. 

XC

 At court the lovely ladies were asking 
evermore, Who was the stately stranger 
that so rich vesture wore, At once so 
fair of presence and so strong of hand. 
Then many a one gave answer, "'Tis the 
King of Netherland." 

XCI

 He ever was the foremost, whate'er the 
game they play'd. Still in his inmost 
bosom he bore one lovely maid, Whom he 
beheld had never, and yet to all 
preferr'd; She too of him in secret 
spoke many a kindly word. 

XCII

 When in the court contending fierce 
squire and hardy knight, As fits the 
young and noble, wag'd the mimic fight, 
Oft Kriemhild through her window would 
look, herself unseen: Then no other 
pleasure needed the gentle queen. 

XCIII

 What then had been his rapture, could 
he have only guess'd, That on him she 
was looking, who reign'd within his 
breast! Could he but once have seen 
her, I ween, not all the bliss, That 
all the world can lavish, would he have 
ta'en for this. 

XCIV

 Whene'er, as is the custom at 
intervals of sport, He midst the crowd 
of heroes was standing in the court, So 
graceful was the bearing of Siegelind's 
matchless son, That the heart of every 
lady that look'd on him he won. 

XCV

 Oft too would he be thinking, "How now 
can it be, That I the noble maiden with 
mine eyes may see, Whom I in heart love 
dearly, and so long have done? And 
she's an utter stranger! Ah! Woe is me, 
unhappy one!" 

XCVI

 Whene'er the kings it needed through 
their land to ride, Then kept their 
faithful liegemen attendance by their 
side, And with them forth must 
Siegfried; this irk'd his lady sore; He 
through her love was pining the while 
as much or more. 

XCVII

 So with those kings, high honor'd 
Siegmund's noble son In Gunther's land 
was dwelling till full a year was run, 
Nor, all that weary season, a single 
glimpse could gain Of her, who after 
brought him such pleasure and such 
pain. 



FOURTH ADVENTURE

HOW SIEGFRIED FOUGHT WITH THE SAXONS 

I

 Now strange and stirring tidings were 
brought to Gunther's throne By 
messengers commissioned from foreign 
chiefs unknown, Who bore the brethren 
malice, and whom they well might fear. 
When they receiv'd the message, right 
heavy was their cheer. 

II

 The same I now will tell you; King 
Ludeger the bold, From the land of the 
Saxons (a mightier ne'er was told) Was 
leagued with him of Denmark, King 
Ludegast the strong, And many a famous 
warrior both brought with them along. 

III

 Their messengers, hard riding, came to 
King Gunther's land, As his far-distant 
foemen had given them in command; Then 
ask'd the crowd, what tidings the 
unknown guests might bring. To court 
they straight were hurried, and set 
before the king. 

IV

 Them well the monarch greeted: "You're 
welcome; never fear; From whom you 
come, I know not, but willingly would 
hear, And it is yours to tell me." So 
spake the monarch good. Then 'gan they 
sore to tremble at Gunther's angry 
mood. 

V

 "Since you, O king! permit us to utter 
plain and true This our high 
commission, naught will we hide from 
you. Our masters we will tell you, who 
gave us this command. King Ludegast and 
King Ludeger will visit you in this 
land. 

VI

 "You have deserved their anger; for 
truth can I relate, That both our 
puissant masters bear you deadly hate. 
They'll lead a host unnumber'd to Worms 
unto the Rhine. Of this be warn'd for 
certain; fix'd is their proud design. 

VII

 "Within twelve weeks at farthest their 
camp will onward go; If you've good 
friends to aid you, 'twill soon be time 
to show. Their best will sure be needed 
to guard both fort and field, Soon 
shall we here be shiv'ring many a helm 
and many a shield. 

VIII

 "Or would you seek a treaty, let it at 
once be said, Ere their prevailing 
myriads, one wasteful ruin spread 
Through all your wide dominions with 
their consuming might, And Death 
unsated feast him on many a gallant 
knight." 

IX

 "Now wait awhile, ye strangers," thus 
spake the noble king, "I must think, 
ere I answer the message that you 
bring. I've friends and faithful 
liegemen, whose sage advice I use, And 
with them I must counsel take on this 
heavy news." 

X

 The nigh approaching danger irk'd King 
Gunther sore, And the proud defiance 
deep in heart he bore; He sent for 
valiant Hagan and many another knight, 
And Gernot, too, bade hasten with all 
the speed he might. 

XI

 At once they flock'd around him, a 
stern and stately band; Then spake the 
king, "Proud strangers, here, in our 
own good land, Have sent to bid us 
battle; weigh well such tidings told." 
Thereto straight answer'd Gernot, a 
hardy knight and bold. 

XII

 "Then with our swords we'll meet them; 
defiance we'll defy; None but the 
death-doom'd perish, so bravely let 
them die; I'll ne'er forget my honor 
for all they choose to send. So fierce 
a foe to Gernot is welcome as a 
friend." 

XIII

 "Rash hold I such hot counsel," said 
Hagan, Trony's knight, "Both Ludegast 
and Ludeger are men of mickle might: In 
so few days our vassals we scarce can 
muster well." He paused a space, then 
added, "The news to Siegfried tell." 

XIV

 Meanwhile they lodg'd the strangers 
within the city fair; Though all were 
foes around them, King Gunther bade 
them share All courteous entertainment; 
so fitly dealt the king, Till he had 
learn'd, what forces he might together 
bring. 

XV

 Right ill at ease was Gunther; his 
brow was clouded o'er; A gallant 
knight, who mark'd him what heavy cheer 
he bore, Who had not heard the tidings, 
nor thus the truth could guess, With 
friendly will thus mov'd him his sorrow 
to confess. 

XVI

 "I wonder much," said Siegfried, "why 
I of late have seen With care so 
overshadow'd that frank and merry mien, 
That gave a zest to pleasure, and 
heighten'd each delight." Whereto gave 
answer Gunther the far-renowned knight; 

XVII

 "To all the world I cannot my bitter 
bale impart; Bear it I must, and wrap 
it close in my inmost heart. Bosom woes 
can only to bosom friends be said." 
Thereat the hue of Siegfried wax'd both 
white and red. 

XVIII

 He thus bespake the monarch, "I ne'er 
denied you aught, And now will serve 
you truly, whate'er be in your thought. 
Need you friends, King Gunther? no 
firmer friend than I. Is it a deed of 
danger? I'll do it, or I'll die." 

XIX

 "Now God reward you, Siegfried; your 
words they please me well; E'en should 
your strength avail not this danger to 
repel, There's comfort in such 
friendship as you have shown to-day. 
Let me live a little longer, well will 
I all repay. 

XX

 "And now my source of sorrow, Sir 
Siegfried, you shall know; It comes of 
two proud princes, each my deadly foe, 
Who me with war would visit, and all my 
lands o'errun, A deed that here by 
warrior before was never done." 

XXI

 "Take little thought," said Siegfried, 
"of them and their emprise; Calm but 
your anxious spirit, and do as I 
advise. Let me for you advantage as 
well as honor win, And bid at once to 
aid you your warriors hasten in. 

XXII

 "If your o'erweening foemen can 
together call Thirty thousand 
champions, I'll stand against them all 
With but a single thousand; for that 
rely on me." "For this," replied King 
Gunther, "I'm ever bound to thee." 

XXIII

 "So from your army give me a thousand 
men at most, Since I, who well could 
muster at home a gallant host, Have 
here twelve comrades only; thus will I 
guard your land. Count on true service 
ever from Siegfried's faithful hand. 

XXIV

 "And Hagan too shall help us, and with 
him stout Ortwine, Dankwart and Sindolt 
those loving lords of thine, And 
fear-defying Folker shall our companion 
be; He shall bear our banner; better 
none than he." 

XXV

 And forthwith did the envoys back to 
their lords return: "Tell them they 
soon shall see us, and to their cost 
shall learn How we devise protection 
for castle and for town." Straight 
call'd the king his kinsmen and the 
suitors of his crown. 

XXVI

 The messengers of Ludeger before th' 
assembly went; They heard with joy and 
gladness that home they would be sent. 
With costly presents Gunther their 
parting steps pursued, And with them 
sent an escort; this rais'd full high 
their mood. 

XXVII

 "Ye messengers," said Gunther, "thus 
to your masters say, They'd best be 
pricking homeward as quickly as they 
may; Or, should they please to seek us 
among our liegemen true, Let but our 
friends be faithful, we'll find them 
work to do." 

XXVIII

 Then forth the costly presents to the 
messengers they bore; Enough, be sure, 
and more, too, King Gunther had in 
store. King Ludeger's men to take them 
in sooth were nothing coy; Then leave 
they took of Gunther, and parted thence 
with joy. 

XXIX

 Now when back to Denmark were come the 
envoys bold, And to the stout King 
Ludegast had the tidings told, How they 
of Rhine were coming, fierce war 
themselves to bring, To hear of their 
high courage troubled sore the king. 

XXX

 Said they, "Yon proud Burgundian has 
many a man of might, But for the first 
and foremost we mark'd a matchless 
knight, One that men call Siegfried, a 
chief of Netherland." Ill foreboded 
Ludegast from such a foe at hand. 

XXXI

 When to them of Denmark were these 
tidings told, The more their friends 
they summon'd to muster manifold, Nor 
press nor hasty message did stout Sir 
Ludegast slack, Till twenty thousand 
champions were marching at his back. 

XXXII

 Alike to brave Sir Ludeger did his 
Saxons throng, Till they in arms had 
gather'd full forty thousand strong, 
Ready at his bidding through Burgundy 
to ride, Nor less at home did Gunther 
his men at arms provide. 

XXXIII

 His kinsmen and his brethren he begg'd 
at once to speed, And to the war that 
dar'd them their muster'd vassals lead, 
And death-defying Hagan; they gather'd 
far and nigh. Full many a chief 
thereafter that journey brought to die. 

XXXIV

 They one and all were stirring; no 
loiterer was there; The danger-daring 
Folker the standard was to bear. To 
cross the Rhine they purpos'd and leave 
their native land. Hagan the knight of 
Trony was marshal of the band. 

XXXV

 With them, too, rode Sindolt, and with 
them Hunolt bold, Both resolv'd by 
service to earn King Gunther's gold, 
And Dankwart, Hagan's brother, and the 
brave Ortwine, Alike would seek for 
honor in the march beyond the Rhine. 

XXXVI

 "Sir King," said noble Siegfried, 
"here sit at home and play, While I and 
your vassals are fighting far away; 
Here frolic with the ladies and many a 
merry mate, And trust to me for 
guarding your honor and estate. 

XXXVII

 "Those foes of yours, that threaten'd 
as far as Worms to roam, I will be 
their surety, that they shall bide at 
home. So deep within their country we 
are resolv'd to ride, To wail shall 
turn their vaunting, to penitence their 
pride." 

XXXVIII

 From Rhine through Hesse advancing 
they rode upon their way, Toward the 
Saxon country, where after happ'd the 
fray. Far and wide they ravag'd, and 
fiery brands they toss'd, Till both the 
princes heard it and felt it to their 
cost. 

XXXIX

 They now were on the borders; then 
hasten'd every man, When the stalwart 
Siegfried thus to ask began: "Who shall 
be appointed to guard our company? Sure 
ne'er was raid that threaten'd such ill 
to Saxony." 

XL

 They answered, "Let to Dankwart the 
charge committed be To guard the young 
and heedless; more nimble none than he. 
We thus the less shall suffer from 
aught our foes design. To him commit 
the rearward, and with him too 
Ortwine." 

XLI

 "Myself alone," said Siegfried, "will 
ever forward ride, Till I have found 
our foemen and all their strength 
espied. Keep watch and ward unceasing 
till I this task have done." Then 
donn'd at once his armor fair 
Siegelind's martial son. 

XLII

 At parting he his people in charge to 
Hagan gave, And with him eke to Gernot 
the prudent and the brave; Then all 
alone went riding through the wide 
Saxon realm; And soon that day he 
shatter'd the band of many a helm. 

XLIII

 That mighty host next spied he, as 
wide encamp'd it lay. It might his 
single puissance a hundred-fold 
outweigh. Better than forty thousand 
were muster'd there for fight, Sir 
Siegfried mark'd their numbers, and 
gladden'd at the sight. 

XLIV

 Before the camp he noted a knight, 
that on his ground Strong watch and 
ward kept heedful, and peer'd on all 
around. At once of him was Siegfried, 
and he of Siegfried ware, And each 
began on the other angrily to glare. 

XLV

 Who was this watchful warder, now you 
shall be told. At hand by him lay ready 
a flashing shield of gold. Twas e'en 
the stout King Ludegast, that watch'd 
his gather'd might. Fiercely upon the 
monarch sprung the stranger knight. 

XLVI

 As fiercely too against him the fiery 
monarch sped; In the flank of the 
war-horse each dash'd the rowels red: 
The lance with all his puissance each 
level'd at the shield. Ill chance 
befell King Ludegast in that disastrous 
field. 

XLVII

 Beneath the spur blood-dripping the 
steeds together flew; Champion clos'd 
with champion as though a tempest blew. 
Then wheel'd they round full knightly; 
each well the bridle sway'd Again they 
met unsated, and with blade encounter'd 
blade. 

XLVIII

 Such strokes there struck Sir 
Siegfried, that all the field it rang; 
At each, as e'en from torches, the 
fire-red sparkles sprang From 
Ludegast's batter'd helmet. So strive 
they all they can And either stormy 
champion in th' other finds his man. 

XLIX

 At Siegfried too Sir Ludegast struck 
many a sturdy stroke; Each on his 
foeman's buckler his gather'd fury 
broke. Full thirty men of Ludegast's 
meanwhile had spied the fray, But, ere 
they up could hasten, Siegfried had won 
the day. 

L

 Thrice smote he the bright 
breast-plate, and pierc'd it through 
and through; Thrice the blood in 
torrents from the king he drew, Those 
three strokes have ended that encounter 
keen. Down sunk woful Ludegast 
grovelling on the green. 

LI

 He straight for life sued humbly, and 
yielded up his claim To all his lands, 
and told him that Ludegast was his 
name. On this up came his warriors, who 
from afar had seen The fight, that at 
the ward-post so fiercely fought had 
been. 

LII

 Thence Siegfried thought to bring him, 
when sudden all the band Of thirty set 
upon him; well then the hero's hand 
Maintain'd his royal captive with many 
a mighty blow. The peerless champion 
wrought them yet heavier loss and woe. 

LIII

 He fought with all the thirty till all 
but one were slain; To him his life he 
granted; he trembling rode amain, And 
told the truth disastrous to all the 
gaping crew; On his bloody helmet they 
might see it written, too. 

LIV

 Woe were the men of Denmark to hear 
the deadly tale; Their king too was a 
captive; this added bale to bale. They 
told it to his brother; he straight to 
storm began. Wroth was he to have 
suffered such loss by arm of man. 

LV

 So by the might of Siegfried was 
Ludegast led away To where the men of 
Gunther in watchful leaguer lay, And 
given in charge to Hagan; when they 
came to hear The prisoner was King 
Ludegast, they scarcely shed a tear. 

LVI

 Now rear they bade the banner the bold 
Burgundian crew. "Up!" cried the son of 
Siegelind, "more will be yet to do, If 
there be life in Siegfried, and that 
ere day be done. Woe to the Saxon 
mothers! they'll weep for many a son. 

LVII

 "Ye hardy knights of Rhineland, take 
of me good heed. Right through the 
ranks of Ludeger your valor will I 
lead. You'll see by hands of heroes 
helmets cleft amain. Shame shall they 
learn and sorrow ere we ride home 
again." 

LVIII

 At once to horse good Gernot and all 
his meiny sprung, At once the 
glittering banner to the breeze was 
flung By the bold minstrel Folker 
riding in the van; So moved they on to 
battle, war-breathing every man. 

LIX

 No more than e'en a thousand went on 
the hard emprise; With them twelve 
stranger champions. Now 'gan the dust 
arise Along the paths they trampled; 
they rode by copse and field And 
startled all the country with the flash 
of many a shield. 

LX

 Against them with their myriads came 
on the Saxons bold. Their swords they 
well were sharpen'd, as I have since 
been told. Keen cut the temper'd 
weapons in their well-practised hands, 
To guard from those fierce strangers 
their castles and their lands. 

LXI

 The war-directing marshal led on the 
troop amain, And thither too fierce 
Siegfried brought up the scanty train, 
That had his fortunes follow'd from 
distant Netherland. Busied that day in 
battle was many a bloody hand. 

LXII

 Sindolt and Hunolt and noble Gernot 
too In the fierce encounter many a 
champion slew, Who, ere they felt their 
puissance, little thought to quail; 
Many a noble lady then had cause to 
wail. 

LXIII

 Folker and Hagan, and eke the fierce 
Ortwine, Death-defying champions, 
dimm'd many a helmet's shine With 
bloody streaming torrents that down 
began to run; There too were by 
Dankwart mighty marvels done. 

LXIV

 Every man of Denmark frankly tried his 
hand; You might have heard a clatter 
ring throughout the land Of shiver'd 
shields and sword-blades; 'sooth the 
work was rough, And the hurtling Saxons 
damage did enough. 

LXV

 Where the stern Burgundians plung'd 
into the strife, Many a wound was 
given, and let out many a life. The 
blood from that red slaughter above the 
saddles stood; Woo'd as a bride was 
honor by heroes bold and good. 

LXVI

 But louder still and louder in every 
hero's hand Clash'd the keen-ground 
weapons, when those of Netherland 
Behind their charging master rush'd 
into the fight. On they came with 
Siegfried; each bore him as a knight. 

LXVII

 Not a lord of Rhineland could follow 
where he flew. You might see red 
spouting the riven helmets through 
Sudden streams of slaughter where 
Siegfried smote around, Till he at last 
King Ludeger before his comrades found. 

LXVIII

 Thrice pierc'd he through the Saxons, 
and thrice return'd again, From van to 
utmost rear-guard still trampling down 
the slain; Nor was it long, ere Hagan 
came up his part to bear. Down then 
must proudest champions before th' 
unconquer'd pair. 

LXIX

 When the stalwart Ludeger saw noble 
Siegfried nigh, Who in his hand 
wide-wasting ever heav'd on high The 
storm-descending Balmung, and slew him 
many a slain, Grimly frown'd the 
monarch, and burn'd with wrath amain. 

LXX

 Dire was the storm and struggle, and 
loud the sword-blades clash'd, When 
both the thick battalions each on the 
other dash'd, Each angry leader panting 
to meet in stern debate. The crowd 
began to scatter; then fiercer rose 
their hate. 

LXXI

 Well the Saxon ruler that day 
perform'd his part; To know his brother 
taken cut him to the heart. He heard it 
first reported, Gernot the deed had 
done, But now he knew for certain, 
'twas Siegelind's conqu'ring son. 

LXXII

 So burly were the buffets which 
Ludeger dealt in field, That 
Siegfried's panting charger under the 
saddle reel'd. Soon as the steed 
recover'd, a fiercer passion stirr'd 
His angry lord, and hotter through the 
red press he spurr'd. 

LXXIII

 Then up to help him Hagan, and up good 
Gernot sped, Dankwart and Folker; round 
lay in heaps the dead; And Sindolt 
came, and Hunolt, and the good knight 
Ortwine. Down sunk the Saxons trampled 
by the warriors of the Rhine. 

LXXIV

 Close fought the chiefs, unsever'd 
'spite of the hurtling bands Then might 
you see the lances from mightiest 
heroes' hands Fly o'er the nodding 
helmets, and pierce the bucklers 
through; Many a glittering armor was 
dyed a bloody hue. 

LXXV

 In the fierce encounter many a mighty 
man Tumbled from the saddle; each on 
th' other ran Ludeger and Siegfried, 
each the other's peer; Many a shaft was 
flying, whizzing many a spear. 

LXXVI

 Off flew Ludeger's shield-plate by 
dint of Siegfried's hand. Then look'd 
at last for conquest the knight of 
Netherland Over the struggling Saxons, 
such force was in that stroke. Then too 
how many a breast-plate the 
strong-arm'd Dankwart broke! 

LXXVII

 Just then it chanc'd King Ludeger had 
a crown espied Painted upon the buckler 
that guarded Siegfried's side. Straight 
knew the astonish'd Saxon, 'twas he, 
the mighty man, And to his friends the 
hero to call aloud began. 

LXXVIII

 "Stop! stop! enough of fighting, my 
merry men each one! Here in this bloody 
battle I've met with Siegmund's son. 
The chief-destroying Siegfried for 
certain seen have I. The devil has sent 
him hither to harry Saxony." 

LXXIX

 He bade them lower the banners; 
forthwith they lower'd them all; And 
peace he then demanded; 'twas granted 
at his call; But go he must a pris'ner 
to good King Gunther's land; This was 
from him extorted by Siegfried's 
conqu'ring hand. 

LXXX

 With one accord agreeing the bloody 
strife they left; The shining shields 
all shiver'd, the helmets hack'd and 
cleft They laid aside o'er-wearied; 
whatever down they threw Bore from 
Burgundian falchions a stain of bloody 
hue. 

LXXXI

 They took whome'er it pleas'd them, 
none could their will gainsay. Gernot 
and valiant Hagan at once bade bear 
away The faint and feeble wounded, and 
with them carried then Off to the Rhine 
as captives five hundred chosen men. 

LXXXII

 With wailing back to Denmark the 
bootless warriors came; The late 
o'erweening Saxons bore off but loss 
and shame From that disastrous 
struggle; each hung his pensive head. 
They last their friends remember'd, and 
sorrow'd for the dead. 

LXXXIII

 Anon they bade the sumpters be loaded 
for the Rhine; And thus victorious 
Siegfried his perilous design Had 
brought to full performance; well had 
he done in fight; This every man of 
Gunther allow'd him as of right. 

LXXXIV

 To Worms straight did a message from 
good Sir Gernot come, To tell 
throughout the country to all his 
friends at home Whate'er in that 
encounter to him and his befell, And 
how they all their duty had knightly 
done and well. 

LXXXV

 The youths they ran their swiftest, 
and nois'd abroad the whole. Then 
laugh'd who late lamented; delight 
succeeded dole. All bosoms straight 
were beating to learn the news they 
bore, And every noble lady would ask 
them o'er and o'er, 

LXXXVI

 How the knights of Gunther in Saxony 
had sped. Then too the lovelorn 
Kriemhild had one in secret led (For 
publicly she durst not) to a distant 
bower apart, For she would learn how 
far'd it with the chosen of her heart. 

LXXXVII

 Soon as to the chamber the melancholy 
maid Saw the youth approaching, sweetly 
thus she said, "Now tell me happy 
tidings, and I'll give thee gold in 
store, And if 'tis truth thou tell'st 
me, I'll befriend thee evermore. 

LXXXVIII

 "Tell me how in battle my brother 
Gernot sped, And all our friends around 
him; is any of them dead? Who prov'd 
the best and bravest? this thou must 
tell me true." "No coward," the youth 
made answer, "had we in all the crew; 

LXXXIX

 "But sure to fight or foray (the 
simple truth to tell) Fair and noble 
princess! rode never knight so well As 
the noble stranger from distant 
Netherland. Wonders that mock believing 
were wrought by Siegfried's hand. 

XC

 "However well the others have borne 
them in the fight, Dankwart and Hagan, 
and all our men of might, Howe'er 
deserv'd the honor, that other swords 
have won, 'Tis a puff of wind to 
Siegfried, King Siegmund's glorious 
son. 

XCI

 "Well plied the rest the falchion, and 
wielded well the spear, But ne'er from 
tongue of mortal expect at full to hear 
What feats were done by Siegfried, when 
he broke the squadrons through; Those 
feats the weeping sisters of 
slaughter'd brethren rue. 

XCII

 "There lay the heart's-beloved of many 
a mourning bride; Beneath his sounding 
sword-strokes cleft morions, gaping 
wide, Let out the ruddy life-blood 
gushing fearfully. Sir Siegfried is in 
all things the flower of chivalry. 

XCIII

 "There too won no small worship the 
knight of Metz, Ortwine; Whomever 
reach'd the warrior with keen-edg'd 
falchion fine, Down went they from the 
war-horse, some wounded, others dead. 
There too your valiant brother as wide 
the slaughter spread, 

XCIV

 "As e'er was done, believe me, since 
armies met in fight; So much must all 
men witness of that redoubted knight. 
There too the proud Burgundians so 
nobly strove for fame, That well they 
have assur'd them from every taint of 
blame. 

XCV

 "Before their level'd lances was many 
a saddle void; Around the field 
re-echoed when they the sword employ'd. 
The noble knights of Rhineland fought 
so well that day, Their foes had sure 
done wiser at once to flee away. 

XCVI

 "The gallant men of Trony did deeds 
they well may boast When with united 
squadrons to battle rode the host. What 
numbers fell by Hagan and Hagan's 
chivalry! Long shall their glory 
flourish here in broad Burgundy. 

XCVII

 "Sindolt and Hunolt, each Gernot's 
liegemen true, And never-daunted Rumolt 
so rush'd the foemen through, That ever 
will King Ludeger repent his vain 
design To meet your royal brethren on 
the banks of Rhine. 

XCVIII

 "But of all feats, the fairest, that 
in that field befell, From first to 
last most glorious, as all who saw can 
tell, Were those achiev'd full knightly 
by Siegfried's deadly hand. Now many a 
wealthy captive brings he to Gunther's 
land. 

XCIX

 "Beneath his arm, submission the 
brother kings have learn'd; Proud Dane 
and haughty Saxon alike defeat have 
earn'd; Dead lie their loving vassals 
wide o'er the bloody green. Now to my 
tale yet listen, high and noble queen! 

C

 "Now both are hither wending, the 
thralls of Siegfried's hand; Chief 
ne'er such countless captives brought 
to Burgundian land, As now to Rhine are 
coming, o'ermastered by his might." 
Ne'er heard the royal maiden a tale of 
such delight. 

CI

 "More than five hundred prisoners, for 
truth, high lady! know, Unhurt, are 
hither coming; full eighty biers, I 
trow, Trail on the deadly wounded: you 
soon will see them here; The most bear 
bloody witness of Siegfried's sword and 
spear. 

CII

 "Those kings, who late so haughty 
would dare us on the Rhine, Must now to 
Gunther's pleasure their lives, their 
all resign. Our shouts salute their 
coming, our joy is on the gale." She 
brighten'd into blushes to hear the 
happy tale. 

CIII

 Her cheek, late pale as lily, now 
glow'd with rosy red, To hear how 
youthful Siegfried so gloriously had 
sped, Rais'd from the depth of peril to 
loftiest height of fame. She joy'd too 
for her kinsmen as maiden well became. 

CIV

 Then spake she midst her blushes, 
"Well hast thou earn'd thy meed, Well 
hast thou told thy story, so take thee 
costliest weed, Now straight I'll bid 
be brought thee ten marks of ruddy 
gold." No wonder, to rich ladies glad 
news are gladly told. 

CV

 Straightforth was brought the vesture, 
and down the gold was paid; Then 
hurried to the windows full many a 
lovely maid, And look'd out on the 
highway, nor long delay'd to spy The 
high-descended victors return'd to 
Burgundy. 

CVI

 The safe and sound came forward; the 
wounded did the same; Merry was the 
meeting; none fear'd reproach or blame. 
Forth rode the host to meet them; his 
mirth had no alloy; The woe, that long 
had worn him, was now shut up in joy. 

CVII

 His own full well receiv'd he, and 
well the strangers too; Sure nothing so 
befitting could wealthy monarch do, 
Than kindly greet such victors as now 
his court had sought With gain of such 
clear honor from field so sternly 
fought. 

CVIII

 Then ask'd the noble Gunther of the 
conquering train, How many of his 
warriors had in the strife been slain. 
There had been lost but sixty in the 
fight they won. They were mourn'd and 
forgotten, as with many has since been 
done. 

CIX

 Th' unwounded bore exulting, grim 
trophies of the field, Full many a 
batter'd morion, full many a shiver'd 
shield. Before the hall of Gunther from 
horse the champions sprung; Around from 
joyful thousands one shout of welcome 
rung. 

CX

 The warriors in the city were lodg'd 
as might be best; The king with 
courteous service bade wait on every 
guest. He found the hurt fit chambers 
for tendance and repose, And prov'd his 
noble nature in the treatment of his 
foes. 

CXI

 Thus he said to Ludegast, "King 
Ludegast, welcome here. Much at your 
hands I've suffer'd, and more had cause 
to fear But all's at full repaid me, if 
smooth my fortune run. God requite my 
warriors! they well for me have done." 

CXII

 "Ay, you may gladly thank them," said 
Ludeger, "'tis their due; King ne'er 
had such high captives as they have won 
for you. Meanwhile, for courteous 
treatment, good store of gold we'll 
bring, And look for such reception as 
king may claim from king." 

CXIII

 "Take what you ask," said Gunther, 
"both set I gladly free. Still must I 
have assurance that here awhile with me 
My foes consent to tarry, and do not 
leave my land Till peace be made 
between us." To that King Ludeger gave 
his hand. 

CXIV

 So now the kings to rest them were to 
their chambers led. With tender care 
the wounded were softly laid a-bed, 
While for the whole and hearty were 
pour'd the mead and wine. Never were 
men so merry as these beside the Rhine. 

CXV

 Attendants to safe keeping the 
batter'd bucklers bore, The 
blood-bespatter'd saddles, whereof was 
plenteous store, They hid, lest sight 
so sorry should make the women weep. 
Many a good knight o'erwearied home was 
glad to creep. 

CXVI

 The guests from good King Gunther all 
noble treatment found. With friends as 
well as strangers his country swarm'd 
around. He bade for the sore wounded 
all needful aid be sought. Where was 
their haughty courage? how low it now 
was brought! 

CXVII

 Whoe'er had skill in leechcraft was 
offer'd coin untold, Silver without 
measure as well as glittering gold, To 
cure the fainting champions by wounds 
of war oppress'd. The bounteous monarch 
sent, too, rich gifts to every guest. 

CXVIII

 Those who, of feasting weary, homeward 
sought to wend, Were press'd to tarry 
longer, as friend will deal with 
friend. King Gunther call'd a council; 
he would his men requite, Who for his 
sake so nobly had won that gallant 
fight. 

CXIX

 Then spake the good Sir Gernot, "At 
present bid them go. When full six 
weeks are over, we'll let the warriors 
know, We here shall need their presence 
at feasting rich and high; Then will 
restor'd be many, who yet sore wounded 
lie." 

CXX

 And now would noble Siegfried to 
Gunther bid adieu; Soon as the friendly 
monarch the warrior's purpose knew He 
lovingly besought him a longer stay to 
make. He ne'er had so consented but for 
his sister's sake. 

CXXI

 Besides, he was too wealthy to stoop 
to soldier's pay, Albeit he well 
deserv'd it; him lov'd the more each 
day, The king and all his kinsmen, who 
on the battle plain, Had seen him deal 
destruction on Saxon and on Dane, 

CXXII

 For the sake of that fair lady he yet 
would linger there, If he perchance 
might see her; and soon was eas'd his 
care. He came to know the maiden to his 
utmost heart's desire, Then home he 
rode rejoicing to the kingdom of his 
sire. 

CXXIII

 The king bade practise knighthood and 
joust from day to day, Well did his 
youthful warriors and willingly obey. 
Seats too before the city he rais'd 
along the strand For those who were to 
visit the fam'd Burgundian land. 

CXXIV

 So bade the royal Gunther, and now the 
time was near, Ere came the joyful 
tidings to his fair sister's ear, That 
he with his dear comrades high festival 
would hold. Then were fair women 
stirring; their toil was manifold. 

CXXV

 With kirtles, and with head-gear, and 
all that each should wear, Uta, the 
rich and noble, amidst her maidens fair 
Heard of coming warriors, a bold and 
haughty train; Straight was from out 
the wrappers store of rich vesture 
ta'en. 

CXXVI

 For the sake of her dear children the 
garments forth were laid, Wherewith 
array'd were richly many a wife and 
many a maid, And many a youthful 
champion of warlike Burgundy; She bade, 
too, many a stranger be rob'd as 
gorgeously. 



FIFTH ADVENTURE 

HOW SIEGFRIED FIRST SAW KRIEMHILD 

I

 Now might you ever daily see riding 
toward the Rhine Troops of good knights 
ambitious at that proud feast to shine. 
Whoe'er for love of Gunther to 
Gunther's court would speed, Was at his 
hands provided with vesture and with 
steed. 

II

 Assign'd were seats befitting to every 
high-born guest. Thither, as has been 
told us, the noblest and the best Came 
two and thirty princes to that high 
festal tide. In gawds and gems the 
women each with her neighbor vied. 

III

 Now here, now there was busy the 
youthful Giselher; He and his brother 
Gernot each with his meiny there Right 
hospitable welcome to friend and 
stranger made, And every fitting honor 
to every warrior paid. 

IV

 Full many a gold-red saddle, full many 
a sparkling shield, With store of 
sumptuous vesture for that high festal 
field, Were then convey'd to Rhineland; 
many an ailing wight Grew merry again 
and gladsome to see so fair a sight. 

V

 Each, who in bed lay wounded, though 
like to yield his breath, Could now no 
more remember the bitterness of death. 
By the sick the healthy could now no 
longer stay; Comrade laugh'd with 
comrade against the festal day 

VI

 On the good entertainment prepar'd for 
young and old; Measureless contentment, 
enjoyment manifold Enliven'd all the 
people, and spread from band to band. 
The note of pleasure echoed through all 
King Gunther's land 

VII

 'Twas on a Whitsun' morning the 
warriors you might see, Five thousand 
men or better, fair pricking o'er the 
lea, Yclad in courtly raiment, to that 
high festival, In jollity and pastime 
were vying one and all. 

VIII

 Right well had mark'd King Gunther, 
who love could understand, What 
heartfelt love impassion'd the knight 
of Netherland, E'en though he ne'er had 
seen her, his peerless sister bare, The 
maid proclaim'd by all men the fairest 
of the fair. 

IX

 Said he, "Now all advise me, kinsmen 
and men of mine, How best of this high 
tourney to perfect the design, So that 
our earnest efforts henceforth none may 
blame. 'Tis but on deeds deserving that 
rests enduring fame." 

X

 He scarce had thus address'd them, 
when answer'd bold Ortwine, "Would you, 
O King! full honor to this high feast 
assign, Bring forth our choicest 
treasures to this proud chivalry, The 
matrons and the maidens of our fair 
Burgundy. 

XI

 "What more the heart enraptures, or 
courage more inflames Than to look on 
lovely damsels, on high and stately 
dames? Bid too come forth your sister 
to feast each stranger's sight." Well 
was approv'd the counsel by each 
surrounding knight. 

XII

 "'Tis well advis'd," said Gunther, "I 
straight will do my part." Whoever 
heard his answer was inly glad at 
heart. Then bade he Lady Uta and her 
fair daughter call To grace the court 
and tourney, them and their maidens 
all. 

XIII

 In haste through all the presses for 
rich attire they sought, What lay in 
wrappers folded alike to light was 
brought, Bracelets and clasps and 
brooches all ready forth were laid. 
Soon deck'd in all her choicest was 
every noble maid. 

XIV

 Many a young knight that morning, 
within his flutt'ring breast, Long'd, 
that on him, contented, bright beauty's 
glance might rest; Such glance he would 
not barter for all a king can own. Each 
look'd on each full gladly, albeit 
before unknown. 

XV

 Then bade the wealthy monarch with 
royal pomp and state Of his men a 
hundred on his sister wait, His and the 
maiden's kinsmen; each carried sword in 
hand. These were the chosen courtiers 
of Burgundy's fair land. 

XVI

 With her the wealthy Uta there coming 
too was seen; She had with her in 
waiting of fair and stately mien, A 
hundred dames or better, all gorgeously 
array'd. Her daughter, too, was 
followed by many a noble maid. 

XVII

 On from bower advancing they came in 
fair array; Much press was there of 
heroes along the crowded way Through 
anxious glad expectance to see that 
beauty rare, The fairest and the 
noblest of the noble and the fair. 

XVIII

 Now went she forth, the loveliest, as 
forth the morning goes From misty 
clouds out-beaming; then all his weary 
woes Left him, in heart who bore her, 
and so, long time, had done. He saw 
there stately standing the fair, the 
peerless one. 

XIX

 Many a stone full precious flash'd 
from her vesture bright; Her rosy 
blushes darted a softer, milder light. 
Whate'er might be his wishes, each 
could not but confess, He ne'er on 
earth had witness'd such perfect 
loveliness. 

XX

 As the moon arising outglitters every 
star That through the clouds so purely 
glimmers from afar, E'en so 
love-breathing Kriemhild dimm'd every 
beauty nigh. Well might at such a 
vision many a bold heart beat high. 

XXI

 Rich chamberlains before them march'd 
on in order due; Around th' 
high-mettled champions close and closer 
drew, Each pressing each, and 
struggling to see the matchless maid. 
Then inly was Sir Siegfried both well 
and ill apaid. 

XXII

 Within himself thus thought he: "How 
could I thus misdeem That I should dare 
to woo thee? sure 'twas an idle dream! 
Yet, rather than forsake thee, far 
better were I dead." Thus thinking, 
thus impassion'd, wax'd he ever white 
and red. 

XXIII

 So stood the son of Siegelind in 
matchless grace array'd, As though upon 
a parchment in glowing hues portray'd 
By some good master's cunning; all 
own'd, and could no less, Eye had not 
seen a pattern of such fair manliness. 

XXIV

 Those, who the dames attended, bade 
all around make way; Straight did the 
gentle warriors, as such became, obey. 
There many a knight, enraptur'd, saw 
many a dame in place Shine forth in 
bright perfection of courtliness and 
grace. 

XXV

 Then the bold Burgundian, Sir Gernot, 
spoke his thought, "Him, who in hour of 
peril his aid so frankly brought, 
Requite, dear brother Gunther, as fits 
both him and you, Before this fair 
assembly; th' advice I give, I ne'er 
shall rue. 

XXVI

 "Bid Siegfried come to Kriemhild; let 
each the other meet; 'Twill sure be to 
our profit, if she the warrior greet. 
'Twill make him ours forever, this man 
of matchless might, If she but give him 
greeting, who never greeted knight." 

XXVII

 Then went King Gunther's kinsmen, a 
high-born haughty band, And found, and 
fair saluted the knight of Netherland. 
"The king to court invites you; such 
favor have you won; His sister there 
will greet you; this to honor you is 
done." 

XXVIII

 Glad man was then Sir Siegfried at 
this unlook'd-for gain; His heart was 
full of pleasure without alloy of pain, 
To see and meet so friendly fair Uta's 
fairer child. Then greeted she the 
warrior maidenly and mild. 

XXIX

 There stood he, the high-minded, 
beneath her star-bright eye, His cheek 
as fire all glowing; then said she 
modestly, "Sir Siegfried, you are 
welcome, noble knight and good!" Yet 
loftier at that greeting rose his lofty 
mood. 

XXX

 He bow'd with soft emotion, and 
thank'd the blushing fair; Love's 
strong constraint together impelled th' 
enamour'd pair; Their longing eyes 
encountered, their glances, every one, 
Bound knight and maid for ever, yet all 
by stealth was done. 

XXXI

 That in the warmth of passion he 
press'd her lily hand, I do not know 
for certain, but well can understand. 
'Twere surely past believing they 
ventur'd not on this; Two loving 
hearts, so meeting, else had done 
amiss. 

XXXII

 No more in pride of summer nor in 
bloom of May Knew he such heart-felt 
pleasure as on this happy day, When 
she, than May more blooming, more 
bright than summer's pride, His own, a 
dream no longer, was standing by his 
side. 

XXXIII

 Then thought full many a champion, 
"Would this had happ'd to me To be with 
lovely Kriemhild as Siegfried now I 
see, Or closer e'en than Siegfried; 
well were I then, I ween." Never yet 
was champion who so deserv'd a queen. 

XXXIV

 Whate'er the king or country of the 
guests assembled there, All could look 
on nothing save on that gentle pair. 
Now 'twas allow'd that Kriemhild the 
peerless knight should kiss. Ne'er in 
the world had drain'd he so full a 
draught of bliss. 

XXXV

 Then spake the King of Denmark the 
gather'd crowd before, "Because of this 
high greeting lie many wounded sore, As 
I know to my sorrow, by Siegfried's 
might and main. God grant, he ne'er to 
Denmark may find his way again." 

XXXVI

 Then 'twas proclaim'd on all sides to 
make for Kriemhild way; Straight went 
to church the maiden in royal rich 
array With a bold train of warriors, a 
fair and courtly sight. There soon from 
her was parted the lofty-minded knight. 

XXXVII

 She now the minster enter'd; her 
follow'd many a dame; There so her 
stately beauty her rich attire became, 
That droop'd each high aspiring, born 
but at once to die. Sure was that maid 
created to ravish every eye. 

XXXVIII

 Scarce could wait Sir Siegfried till 
the mass was sung. Well might he thank 
his fortune, that, all those knights 
among, To him inclined the maiden whom 
still in heart he bore, While he to 
her, as fitted, return'd as much or 
more. 

XXXIX

 When now before the minster after the 
mass she stood, Again to come beside 
her was call'd the champion good. Then 
first by that sweet maiden thanks to 
the knight were given, That he before 
his comrades so warrior-like had 
striven. 

XL

 "God you reward, Sir Siegfried!" said 
the noble child, "For all your high 
deservings in honor's beadroll fil'd, 
The which I know from all men have won 
you fame and grace." Sir Siegfried, 
love-bewilder'd, look'd Kriemhild in 
the face. 

XLI

 "Ever," said he, "your brethren I'll 
serve as best I may, Nor once, while I 
have being, will head on pillow lay, 
Till I have done to please them 
whate'er they bid me do, And this, my 
lady Kriemhild, is all for love of 
you." 

XLII

 For twelve days the maiden each 
successive day With the knight beside 
her took to court her way, While, as 
they pass'd together, their friends 
were looking on. Out of love to 
Siegfried was this fair service done. 

XLIII

 From morn was there to evening and day 
by day withal Shouting and merry-making 
about King Gunther's hall, Within, 
without, from joyance of many a mighty 
man. Ortwine and valiant Hagan high 
wonders there began. 

XLIV

 Whatever sports they wish'd for were 
ready at their will; Of each, as each 
had liking, each might take his fill. 
Thus proved were Gunther's warriors by 
stranger chivalry, Whence fame accrued 
and honor to all broad Burgundy. 

XLV

 They too, who lay sore wounded, crept 
forth to the free air; They long'd with 
loving comrades the gentle sports to 
share, To skirmish with the buckler, 
and hurl the spear amain; And most 
through such fair pastime came to full 
strength again. 

XLVI

 The host of that high festal all and 
some had cheer With meats and drinks 
the choicest; he kept him ever clear 
From blame or ought unkingly in action 
or intent; And now with friendly 
purpose to his guests he went. 

XLVII

 Said he, "Good knights and noble, ere 
you hence retire, Receive the gifts I 
offer, as proofs of my desire In all I 
can to serve you, this I'm resolv'd to 
do; Disdain not now the riches I'd 
gladly share with you." 

XLVIII

 Straight the men of Denmark to the 
king replied, "Ere hence we part and 
homeward to our own country ride, A 
lasting peace assure us; such peace 
must captives need, Who have seen their 
dearest comrades beneath your champions 
bleed." 

XLIX

 Now whole again was Ludegast and all 
his gashes heal'd, The Saxon too 
recover'd after that luckless field. 
Some dead they left behind them 
entomb'd in Rhenish ground Then thither 
went King Gunther where he Sir 
Siegfried found. 

L

 To the good knight thus said he, "Now 
tell me what to do; Early to-morrow 
morning ride home the Danish crew; With 
me and mine from henceforth they seek 
to be at one; Therefore advise me, 
Siegfried, what best is to be done. 

LI

 "What these two monarchs offer, I'll 
to you declare; As much as steeds five 
hundred of shining gold can bear, That 
will they gladly give me to set them 
free at will." Then answer'd noble 
Siegfried, "You then would do but ill. 

LII

 "Better hence unfetter'd let both 
together go, And that neither warrior 
henceforth as a foe Venture to make 
entry on Burgundian land, For this in 
full assurance let either give his 
hand." 

LIII

 "Your counsel I will follow, thus let 
them home return." His captive foes his 
message were not slow to learn, No one 
their gold demanded which they had 
offer'd late. Meanwhile their friends 
in Denmark mourn'd for their lost 
estate. 

LIV

 Many a shield heap'd with treasure was 
brought at Gunther's call; Among the 
friends around him unweigh'd he shar'd 
it all; Five hundred marks or better 
each warrior home might bring; This 
frank and liberal counsel bold Gernot 
gave the king. 

LV

 Leave soon the guests were taking; 
their minds were homeward bent; Then 
might you see how each one before fair 
Kriemhild went, And eke where Lady Uta 
sat like a queen in place. Never yet 
were warriors dismiss'd with so much 
grace. 

LVI

 Empty was left each chamber as thence 
the strangers rode, Yet still in royal 
splendor the king at home abode With 
many a noble warrior and vassal of his 
court, Whom you might see to Kriemhild 
day by day resort. 

LVII

 And now the noble Siegfried leave to 
take was fain. What he so deeply 
yearn'd for he little hop'd to gain. It 
was told King Gunther that he would 
hence away. 'Twas Giselher the youthful 
that won the chief to stay. 

LVIII

 "Why would you leave us, Siegfried, 
noble friend and true? Tarry here among 
us (what I entreat you, do) With 
Gunther and his liegemen, warriors 
frank and free. Here are store of 
lovely ladies, whom you may gladly 
see." 

LIX

 Then spake the valiant Siegfried, 
"Lead in the steeds again; Forthwith to 
ride I purpos'd, but now will here 
remain; And back, too, bear the 
bucklers; indeed I homeward yearn'd, 
But Giselher with honor my fix'd intent 
has turn'd." 

LX

 So stay'd the bold Sir Siegfried for 
love and friendship's sake; Nor surely 
could he elsewhere so gladly tarriance 
make As at the court of Gunther, for 
there throughout his stay The 
love-devoted warrior saw Kriemhild 
every day. 

LXI

 Through her unmeasur'd beauty Sir 
Siegfried linger'd there; His friends 
with many a pastime charm'd from him 
every care, Save longing love for 
Kriemhild; this mov'd him oft to sigh, 
This too thereafter brought him most 
miserably to die. 



SIXTH ADVENTURE

HOW GUNTHER WENT TO WOO BRUNHILD 

I

 Beyond the Rhine high tidings again 
were nois'd around. There many a maid 
was dwelling for beauty wide renown'd, 
And one of these King Gunther, 'twas 
said, design'd to woo: Well pleas'd the 
monarch's purpose his knights and 
liegemen true. 

II

 There was a queen high seated afar 
beyond the sea; Never wielded sceptre a 
mightier than she; For beauty she was 
matchless, for strength without a peer; 
Her love to him she offer'd who could 
pass her at the spear. 

III

 She threw the stone, and bounded 
behind it to the mark; At three games 
each suitor with sinews stiff and stark 
Must conquer the fierce maiden whom he 
sought to wed, Or, if in one 
successless, straight must lose his 
head. 

IV

 E'en thus for the stern virgin had 
many a suitor died. This heard a noble 
warrior who dwelt the Rhine beside, And 
forthwith resolv'd he to win her for 
his wife. Thereby full many a hero 
thereafter lost his life. 

V

 Once on a day together sat with his 
men the king, Talking each with the 
other, and deeply pondering, What 
maiden 'twas most fitting for their 
lord to woo, One who him might comfort, 
and grace the country too. 

VI

 Then spake the lord of Rhineland: 
"Straight will I hence to sea, And seek 
the fiery Brunhild howe'er it go with 
me. For love of the stern maiden I'll 
frankly risk my life; Ready am I to 
lose it, if I win her not to wife." 

VII

 "That would I fain dissuade you," Sir 
Siegfried made reply, "Whoe'er would 
woo fair Brunhild, plays a stake too 
high; So cruel is her custom, and she 
so fierce a foe. Take good advice, King 
Gunther, nor on such a journey go." 

VIII

 Then answer'd thus King Gunther: 
"Ne'er yet was woman born So bold and 
eke so stalwart, but I should think it 
scorn Were not this hand sufficient to 
force a female foe." "Be still," 
replied Sir Siegfried, "her strength 
you little know. 

IX

 "E'en were you four together, nought 
could all four devise 'Gainst her 
remorseless fury; hear then what I 
advise From true and steadfast 
friendship, and, as you value life, 
Tempt not for love of Brunhild a vain, 
a hopeless strife." 

X

 "How strong she be soever, the journey 
will I take, Whatever chance befall me, 
for lovely Brunhild's sake; For her 
unmeasur'd beauty I'll hazard all 
that's mine. Who knows, but God may 
bring her to follow me to the Rhine?" 

XI

 "Since you're resolv'd," said Hagan, 
"this would I chief advise; Request of 
noble Siegfried in this dread 
enterprise To take his part among us; 
thus 'twould be best, I ween, For none 
so well as Siegfried knows this 
redoubted queen." 

XII

 Said Gunther, "Wilt thou help me, 
Siegfried tried and true? To win the 
lovely maiden? What I entreat thee, do, 
And if I only gain her to my wedded 
wife, For thee I'll gladly venture 
honor, limb and life." 

XIII

 Thereto answer'd Siegfried, Siegmund's 
matchless son, "Give me but thy sister, 
and the thing is done. The stately 
queen fair Kriemhild let me only gain, 
I ask no other guerdon for whatever 
toil and pain." 

XIV

 "I promise it," said Gunther, "and 
take in pledge thy hand, And soon as 
lovely Brunhild shall come into this 
land, To thee to wife my sister surely 
will I give, And may you both together 
long time and happy live." 

XV

 Then each they swore to th' other, the 
high-born champions bold, Which wrought 
them toil and trouble thereafter 
manifold, Ere to full completion they 
brought their high design, And led at 
last the lady to the banks of Rhine. 

XVI

 I have heard strange stories of wild 
dwarfs, how they fare; They dwell in 
hollow mountains, and for protection 
wear A vesture that high cloud-cloak, 
marvellous to tell; Whoever has it on 
him may keep him safe and well. 

XVII

 From cuts and stabs of foemen; him 
none can hear or see As soon as he is 
in it, but see and hear can he Whatever 
he will around him, and thus must needs 
prevail; He grows besides far stronger; 
so goes the wond'rous tale. 

XVIII

 And now with him the cloud-cloak took 
fair Sieglind's son; The same th' 
unconquer'd warrior with labor hard had 
won From the stout dwarf Albric in 
successful fray. The bold and wealthy 
champions made ready for the way. 

XIX

 So, as I said, bold Siegfried the 
cloud-cloak bore along. When he but put 
it on him, he felt him wond'rous 
strong. Twelve men's strength then had 
he in his single body laid. By trains 
and close devices he woo'd the haughty 
maid. 

XX

 Besides, in that strange cloud-cloak 
was such deep virtue found, That 
whosoever wore it, though thousands 
stood around, Might do whatever pleas'd 
him unseen of friend or foe. Thus 
Siegfried won fair Brunhild, which 
brought him bitterest woe. 

XXI

 "Before we start, bold Siegfried, tell 
me what best would be; Shall we lead an 
army across the sounding sea, And 
travel thus to Brunhild as fits a royal 
king? Straight could we together thirty 
thousand warriors bring." 

XXII

 "Whatever our band," said Siegfried, 
"the same would still ensue; So savage 
and so cruel is the queen you woo, All 
would together perish by her 
o'ermastering might; But I'll advise 
you better, high and noble knight. 

XXIII

 "As simple knights we'll travel a-down 
the Rhine's fair tide, Two to us two 
added, and followers none beside. We 
four will make the voyage, true 
comrades one and all, And thus shall 
win the lady, whatever thence befall. 

XXIV

 "I will be one companion, thou shalt 
the second be, The third shall be Sir 
Hagan, in sooth a goodly three! The 
fourth shall be Sir Dankwart that 
redoubted knight. Trust me, no thousand 
champions will dare us four to fight." 

XXV

 "Fain would I learn," said Gunther, 
"ere we hence depart On the hard 
adventure, that so inflames my heart, 
Before the royal Brunhild what vesture 
we should wear, That may best become 
us; this, Siegfried, thou declare." 

XXVI

 "Garments the best and richest that 
ever warriors wore Robe in the land of 
Brunhild her lieges evermore; And we 
should meet the lady array'd at least 
as well; So shame will ne'er await us, 
when men our tale shall tell." 

XXVII

 Then answer'd good King Gunther, "I'll 
to my mother dear, That she and her 
fair maidens ere we for Issland steer, 
May furnish us with raiment in full and 
copious store, Which we may wear with 
honor the stately queen before." 

XXVIII

 Hagan, the Knight of Trony, then spake 
in courtly wise, "Why would you ask 
your mother such service to devise? If 
only your fair sister our purpose 
understood, She's in all arts so 
skilful, the clothes would needs be 
good." 

XXIX

 Then sent he to his sister, that he'd 
to her repair, And with him only 
Siegfried; ere they could thither fare, 
Kriemhild in choicest vesture her 
beauty had array'd; Little did their 
coming displease the gentle maid. 

XXX

 And deck'd too were her women as them 
best became. Now were at hand the 
princess; straight the queenly dame, As 
she beheld them coming, rose stately 
from her seat, And went the noble 
stranger and her brother, too, to 
greet. 

XXXI

 "Welcome to my brother and to his 
comrade dear," Said the graceful 
maiden, "your news I fain would hear. 
Tell me what brings you hither, what 
deeds are now to do; Let me know how 
fares it, noble knights, with you." 

XXXII

 Then spake the royal Gunther, "Dame, I 
will tell my care. We must with lofty 
courage a proud adventure dare. We 
would hence a-wooing far over seas 
away; For such a journey need we 
apparel rich and gay." 

XXXIII

 "Now sit thee down, dear brother, and 
tell me frank and free," Said the royal 
maiden, "who these dames may be, Whom 
you would go a-courting in a distant 
land." Both the chosen warriors then 
took she by the hand. 

XXXIV

 Anon she both led thither where before 
she sat On rich embroider'd cushions (I 
can vouch for that), O'erwrought with 
goodly figures well rais'd in 
glitt'ring gold. There they with the 
fair lady might gentle converse hold. 

XXXV

 Many a glance of rapture, many a 
longing look, As there talk'd the 
lovers, either gave and took. He in his 
heart enshrin'd her; she was to him as 
life. Thereafter lovely Kriemhild 
became bold Siegfried's wife. 

XXXVI

 Then said to her King Gunther, "Right 
noble sister mine, What I wish can 
never be but with help of thine. We'll 
to the land of Brunhild to take our 
pastime there, And must before the lady 
princely apparel wear." 

XXXVII

 Then spake the queen in answer, "Right 
loving brother mine, If ought I can 
will profit whatever end of thine, 
Depend on me to do it; thou'lt find me 
ready still. If any aught denied thee, 
'twould please thy Kriemhild ill. 

XXXVIII

 "Noble knight, thou should'st not, as 
doubting, ask and pray, But, as my lord 
and master, command, and I'll obey. 
Thou'lt find me, whatsoever thou hast 
in heart to do, Not more a loving 
sister than a servant true." 

XXXIX

 "Dearest sister Kriemhild, we must 
wear costly weed, And therewith to 
equip us thy snowy hand we need, And 
let thy maids their utmost upon the 
same bestow, For sure my purpos'd 
journey never will I forego." 

XL

 Then spoke the noble virgin, "Mark now 
what I say; I've silk myself in plenty; 
on shields, as best you may, Precious 
stones bid bring us to work the clothes 
withal. Gunther and eke Siegfried bade 
bring them at her call. 

XLI

 "And who are the companions," ask'd 
the royal maid, "Who you to court will 
follow thus gorgeously array'd?" "We're 
four in all," he answer'd; "two of my 
men beside, Dankwart and Hagan, with us 
to court will ride. 

XLII

 "And, dame, mark well, I pray thee, 
what I have yet to say. Let each be 
well provided three changes every day, 
And for four days successive, and all 
be of the best; So back shall I wend 
homeward no scorn'd, dishonor'd guest." 

XLIII

 So with kind dismissal away the 
warriors strode. Then quick the fair 
queen summon'd from bowers where they 
abode Thirty maids, her brother's 
purpose to fulfil, Who in works of the 
needle were the chief for craft and 
skill. 

XLIV

 Silks from far Arabia, white as driven 
snow, And others from Zazamanc, green 
as grass doth grow, They deck'd with 
stones full precious; Kriemhild the 
garments plann'd, And cut them to just 
measure with her own lily hand. 

XLV

 Of the hides of foreign fishes were 
linings finely wrought; Such then were 
seen but rarely, and choice and 
precious thought; Fine silk was sewn 
above them to suit the wearers well. 
Now of the rich apparel hear me fresh 
marvels tell. 

XLVI

 From the land of Morocco and from the 
Libyan coast The best silk and the 
finest e'er worn and valued most By kin 
of mightiest princes, of such had they 
good store. Well Kriemhild show'd the 
favor that she the wearers bore. 

XLVII

 E'er since the chiefs were purpos'd 
the martial queen to win, In their 
sight was precious the goodly ermelin 
With coal-black spots besprinkled on 
whiter ground than snow, E'en now the 
pride of warriors at every festal show. 

XLVIII

 Many a stone full precious gleam'd 
from Arabian gold; That the women were 
not idle, scarcely need be told. Within 
seven weeks, now ready was the vesture 
bright, Ready too the weapons of each 
death-daring knight. 

XLIX

 Now when all was ready, by the Rhine 
you might mark Built with skill and 
labor a stout though little bark, 
Wherein a-down the river to sea they 
were to go. To the noble maidens their 
toil brought mickle woe. 

L

 When now 'twas told the champions, 
that the vesture gay, Which they should 
carry with them, was ready for the way, 
And that nought impeded their 
firmly-fixed design, No longer would 
they tarry by the banks of Rhine. 

LI

 So to their loving comrades a 
messenger was sent, That they the 
goodly vesture might see before they 
went, If it for the warriors too short 
were or too long. Much thanks they gave 
the women when found was nothing wrong. 

LII

 Whomever met the warriors, all could 
not but admire; In all the world not 
any had seen such fair attire; At 
Brunhild's court 'twould surely become 
the wearers well. Of better knightly 
garments not a tongue could tell. 

LIII

 Much thank'd was each fair seamstress 
for her successful toil. Meanwhile, on 
point of parting for a far and 
dangerous soil, The warriors would of 
Kriemhild take leave in knightly wise, 
Whereat moist clouds of sorrow bedimm'd 
her sunbright eyes. 

LIV

 Said she, "Why thus, dear brother, to 
foreign regions run? Stay here and woo 
another; that were far better done, 
Than on so dire a venture to set your 
fame and life. You'll find among our 
neighbors a fairer, nobler wife." 

LV

 Their hearts, I ween, foreboded what 
thence was to befall. How spake they 
ever boldly, sore wept they one and 
all. Their tears the gold o'ermoisten'd 
that on their breasts they wore; So 
thick they from their eyelids stream'd 
down upon the floor. 

LVI

 "To you," said she, "Sir Siegfried, at 
least may I resign, To your faith, to 
your honor, this brother dear of mine, 
That no mischance beset him in 
Brunhild's fatal land." Straight 
promis'd he the maiden, and clasp'd her 
clay-cold hand. 

LVII

 Then spake the loving champion, "Long 
as I have life, Dismiss the cares, fair 
lady, that in your breast are rife. 
I'll bring you back your brother safe 
and well a-pay'd; Take that for sure 
and certain." Low bow'd the thankful 
maid. 

LVIII

 Their golden-color'd bucklers were 
borne down to the strand, With all 
their costly vesture, and softly led in 
hand Were their high-mettled chargers; 
they now would straight depart. Then 
many an eye was weeping, and throbbing 
many a heart. 

LIX

 Fair maids stood at the windows as 
they hoisted sail; The bark rock'd, and 
the canvas flapp'd with the fresh'ning 
gale. So on the Rhine were seated the 
comrades frank and free; Then said good 
King Gunther, "Who shall our steersman 
be?" 

LX

 "I will," said noble Siegfried; "well 
all our course I know, Well the tides 
and currents how they shift and flow. 
Trust me, good knight, to pilot you and 
your company." So from Worms and 
Rhineland they parted joyously. 

LXI

 With that straight seiz'd Sir 
Siegfried a pole that lay at hand, And 
with strong effort straining 'gan push 
off from the strand; Gunther himself as 
ready took in hand an oar; So fell off 
the vessel and parted from the shore. 

LXII

 They had on board rich viands, thereto 
good store of wine, The best that could 
be met with e'en on the banks of Rhine. 
Their steeds in easy quarters stood 
tractable and still; The level bark ran 
smoothly; nothing with them went ill. 

LXIII

 Their sail swell'd to the breezes, the 
ropes were stretch'd and tight; Miles 
they ran full twenty ere the fall of 
night. With a fair wind to seaward down 
dropp'd the gallant crew. Their dames 
had cause long after their high emprise 
to rue. 

LXIV

 By the twelfth bright morning, as we 
have heard it told, The winds the bark 
had wafted with the warriors bold 
Towards Isenstein, a fortress in the 
martial maiden's land; 'Twas only known 
to Siegfried of all th' adventurous 
band. 

LXV

 Soon as saw King Gunther, wondering as 
well he might, The far-stretch'd coast, 
and castles frowning from every height, 
"Look! friend," said he, "Sir 
Siegfried, if thou know'st, declare, 
Whose are all these fair castles, and 
all this land as fair. 

LXVI

 "In all my life, assure thee, the 
simple truth to tell, I never met with 
castles plann'd and built so well, 
Anywhere soever, as here before us 
stand. He must needs be mighty who took 
such work in hand." 

LXVII

 Thereto made answer Siegfried: "Well 
what you ask I know. Brunhild's are all 
these castles, this land, so fair a 
show, And Isenstein this fortress; 'tis 
true what now I say. Here will you 
meet, Sir Gunther, many a fair dame 
to-day. 

LXVIII

 "I'll give you counsel, heroes! e'en 
as it seems me good; Keep in one tale 
together; be this well understood. 
To-day we must, as fits us, at 
Brunhild's court be seen; We must be 
wise and wary when we stand before the 
queen. 

LXIX

 "When we behold the fair one and all 
her train around, Let but this single 
story in all your mouths be found. That 
Gunther is my master, and I am but his 
man; To give him all his longing you'll 
find no surer plan. 

LXX

 "'Tis not so much for thy sake, I own, 
such part I bear, As for thy sister 
Kriemhild's, the fairest of the fair. 
She to me is ever as my own soul and 
life. Fain do I such low service to win 
her for my wife." 

LXXI

 With one accord they promis'd to do as 
he desir'd; None through pride or envy 
to thwart his wish aspir'd. So all took 
Siegfried's counsel, and sure it 
brought them good Soon after, when King 
Gunther before Queen Brunhild stood. 



SEVENTH ADVENTURE

HOW GUNTHER WON BRUNHILD 

I

 Meanwhile the bark had drifted unto 
the shore so high Beneath the 
high-tower'd castle, that the king 
could spy Many a maiden standing at 
every window there; That all to him 
were strangers, was what he ill could 
bear. 

II

 Forthwith he ask'd of Siegfried, his 
valiant friend and true, "Know you 
ought of these maidens, whom here we 
have in view Down upon us looking, 
though not, methinks, in scorn? Whoe'er 
their lord they're surely high-minded 
and high-born." 

III

 Him answer'd Siegfried smiling, "Now 
you may closely spy, And tell me of 
these damsels which pleases best your 
eye, And which, if you could win her, 
you for your own would hold." "So will 
I," answer'd Gunther the hardy knight 
and bold. 

IV

 "One see I at a window stand in a 
snow-white vest; Around her all are 
lovely, but she's far loveliest. Her 
have mine eyes selected; Sir Siegfried, 
on my life, If I can only gain her, 
that maid shall be my wife." 

V

 "In all this world of beauty thine 
eyes have chosen well; That maid's the 
noble Brunhild, at once so fair and 
fell, She, who thy heart bewilders, 
she, who enchants thy sight." Her every 
act and gesture to Gunther was delight. 

VI

 Then bade the queen her maidens from 
the windows go; Them it ill befitted to 
stand a sight and show For the rude 
eyes of strangers; they bow'd to her 
behest, But what next did the ladies, 
we since have heard confest. 

VII

 They rob'd them in their richest to 
meet the strangers' gaze; Such, ever 
since were women, were ever women's 
ways. Through every chink and loophole 
was levelled many an eye At the 
unweeting champions, through love to 
peep and pry. 

VIII

 There were but four together who came 
into the land. The far-renowned 
Siegfried led a horse in hand. This 
Brunhild at a window mark'd with 
heedful eye. As lord of such a liegeman 
was Gunther valued high. 

IX

 Then humbly by the bridle he held the 
monarch's steed, Huge of limb and 
puissant and of the purest breed, Till 
in the royal saddle King Gunther 
proudly sat; So serv'd him noble 
Siegfried, which he too soon forgat. 

X

 Then his own the warrior led from ship 
to shore; He of a truth such service 
hath seldom done before, As to stand at 
the stirrup, when another mounted 
steed. Of all, close at the windows, 
the women took good heed. 

XI

 To look upon these champions was sure 
a glorious sight; Their horses and 
their garments were both of snowy 
white, And both match'd well together; 
each bore a polished shield, Which, 
still as it was shaken, flash'd around 
the field. 

XII

 So forward rode they lordly to 
Brunhild's gorgeous hall: Rich stones 
beset their saddles, their poeitrals, 
light and small, Had golden bells 
down-hanging that tinkled as they went. 
On mov'd the proud companions led by 
their bold intent. 

XIII

 Their spears were newly sharpen'd as 
if to meet a foe; Their swords of 
choicest temper down to the spur hung 
low; Keen of edge was each one, and 
thereto broad of blade. All this was 
mark'd by Brunhild, the chief-defying 
maid. 

XIV

 With them together Dankwart and Hagan 
came ashore 'Tis told us in old stories 
that these two warriors wore Apparel of 
the richest, but raven-black of hue; 
Ponderous were their bucklers, broad 
and bright and new. 

XV

 Stones from the land of India 
display'd each gorgeous guest, That 
ever gleam'd and glittered in the 
flutt'ring vest. They left their bark 
unguarded beside the dashing wave, And 
straight on to the fortress rode the 
champions brave. 

XVI

 Six and eighty turrets saw they there 
in all, Three palaces wide-stretching, 
and the fairest hall Of the purest 
marble (never was grass so green), 
Where with her fair damsels sat the 
fairer queen. 

XVII

 Unlock'd was straight the castle, the 
gates flew open wide; Up in haste to 
meet them Brunhild's liegemen hied, And 
bade the strangers welcome to their 
lady's land, And took his horse from 
each one and the shield from every 
hand. 

XVIII

 A chamberlain then bespoke them: "Be 
pleas'd to give us now Your swords and 
glitt'ring breastplates." "That can we 
ne'er allow," Hagan of Trony answer'd, 
"our arms ourselves will bear." The 
custom of the castle then Siegfried 
'gan declare. 

XIX

 "'Tis the use of this castle, as I can 
well attest, That never warlike weapons 
should there be borne by guest. 'Twere 
best to keep the custom; let th' arms 
aside be laid." Hagan, Gunther's 
liegeman, unwillingly obey'd. 

XX

 Wine to the guests they offer'd, and 
goodly welcome gave; Then might you see 
apparel'd in princely raiment brave 
Many a stately warrior, on to court 
that pass'd, And many a glance of 
wonder upon the strangers cast. 

XXI

 Meanwhile to fair Queen Brunhild one 
came and made report, That certain 
foreign warriors had come unto her 
court In sumptuous apparel, wafted upon 
the flood. Then thus began to question 
the maiden fair and good: 

XXII

 "Now tell me," said the princess, "and 
let the truth be shown, Who are these 
haughty champions from foreign shores 
unknown, Whom there I see so stately 
standing in rich array, And on what 
hard adventure have they hither found 
their way?" 

XXIII

 One of her court then answer'd, "I can 
aver, fair queen, Of this stout troop 
of warriors none have I ever seen, Save 
one, who's much like Siegfried, if I 
may trust my eyes. Him well receive and 
welcome; this is what I advise. 

XXIV

 "The next of the companions, he of the 
lofty mien, If his power match his 
person, is some great king, I ween, And 
rules with mighty sceptre broad and 
princely lands. See, how among his 
comrades so lordly there he stands! 

XXV

 "The third of the companions--a 
low'ring brow has he, And yet, fair 
queen, you rarely a manlier form may 
see. Note but his fiery glances, how 
quick around they dart! Firm is, I 
ween, his courage, and pitiless his 
heart. 

XXVI

 "The fourth knight is the youngest, he 
with the downy cheek, So maidenly in 
manner, so modest and so meek. How 
gentle all his bearing! how soft his 
lovely cheer! Yet we all should rue it, 
should wrong be done him here. 

XXVII

 "How mild soe'er his manner, how fair 
soe'er his frame, Cause would he give 
for weeping to many a high-born dame, 
Were he once stirr'd to anger; sure 
he's a warrior grim, Train'd in all 
knightly practice, bold of heart and 
strong of limb." 

XXVIII

 Then spake the royal Brunhild, "Bring 
me my vesture straight, If far-renowned 
Siegfried aspire to be my mate, And is 
hither come to woo me, on the cast is 
set his life; I fear him not so deeply, 
as to yield me for his wife." 

XXIX

 Soon was the lovely Brunhild in her 
robes array'd. With their lovely 
mistress went many a lovely maid, 
Better than a hundred, and all were 
richly dight; For the noble strangers, 
I trow, a goodly sight. 

XXX

 With them of Brunhild's warriors 
advanc'd a chosen band, Better than 
five hundred, each bearing sword in 
hand, The very flower of Issland; 'twas 
a fair yet fearful scene. The strangers 
rose undaunted as near them came the 
queen. 

XXXI

 Soon as the noble Siegfried met the 
fair Brunhild's sight, In her modest 
manner she thus bespoke the knight. 
"You're welcome, good Sir Siegfried; 
now, if it please you, show What cause 
has brought you hither; that I would 
gladly know." 

XXXII

 "A thousand thanks, Dame Brunhild," 
the warrior made reply, "That thou hast 
deign'd to greet me before my better 
nigh, Before this noble hero, to whom I 
must give place. He is my lord and 
master; his rather be the grace. 

XXXIII

 "On the Rhine is his kingdom; what 
should I further say? Through love of 
thee, fair lady, we've sail'd this 
weary way. He is resolv'd to woo thee 
whatever thence betide; So now betimes 
bethink thee; he'll ne'er renounce his 
bride. 

XXXIV

 "The monarch's name is Gunther, a rich 
and mighty king; This will alone 
content him, thee to the Rhine to 
bring. For thee above the billows with 
him I've hither run; Had he not been my 
master, this would I ne'er have done." 

XXXV

 Said she, "If he's thy master, and 
thou, it seems, his man, Let him my 
games encounter, and win me if he can. 
If he in all be victor, his wedded wife 
am I. If I in one surpass him, he and 
you all shall die." 

XXXVI

 Then spake the Knight of Trony, "Come, 
lady, let us see The games that you 
propose us; ere you the conqueress be, 
Of my good lord King Gunther, hard must 
you toil, I ween. He trusts with full 
assurance to win so fair a queen." 

XXXVII

 "He must cast the stone beyond me, and 
after it must leap, Then with me shoot 
the javelin; too quick a pace you keep; 
Stop, and awhile consider, and reckon 
well the cost," The warrioress made 
answer, "ere life and fame be lost." 

XXXVIII

 Siegfried in a moment to the monarch 
went; To the queen he bade him tell his 
whole intent. "Never fear the future, 
cast all cares away; My trains shall 
keep you harmless, do Brunhild what she 
may." 

XXXIX

 Then spake the royal Gunther, "Fair 
queen, all queens before, Now say what 
you command us, and, were it yet e'en 
more, For the sake of your beauty, be 
sure, I'd all abide. My head I'll lose, 
and willing, if you be not my bride." 

XL

 These words of good King Gunther when 
heard the royal dame, She bade bring on 
the contest as her well became. 
Straight call'd she for her harness, 
wherewith she fought in field, And her 
golden breastplate, and her mighty 
shield. 

XLI

 Then a silken surcoat on the stern 
maiden drew, Which in all her battles 
steel had cut never through, Of stuff 
from furthest Lybia; fair on her limbs 
it lay; With richest lace 'twas 
border'd, that cast a gleaming ray. 

XLII

 Meanwhile upon the strangers her 
threatening eyes were bent; Hagan there 
stood with Dankwart in anxious 
discontent, How it might fall their 
master in silence pondering still. 
Thought they, "This fatal journey will 
bring us all to ill." 

XLIII

 The while, ere yet observer his 
absence could remark, Sudden the nimble 
Siegfried stepp'd to the little bark, 
Where from a secret corner his 
cloud-cloak forth he took. And slipp'd 
into it deftly while none was there to 
look. 

XLIV

 Back in haste return'd he; there many 
a knight he saw, Where for the sports 
Queen Brunhild was laying down the law. 
So went he on in secret, and mov'd 
among the crowd, Himself unseen, 
all-seeing, such power was in his 
shroud! 

XLV

 The ring was mark'd out ready for the 
deadly fray, And many a chief selected 
as umpires of the day, Seven hundred 
all in harness with order'd weapons 
fair, To judge with truth the contest 
which they should note with care. 

XLVI

 There too was come fair Brunhild; 
arm'd might you see her stand, As 
though resolv'd to champion all kings 
for all their land. She bore on her 
silk surcoat gold spangles light and 
thin, That quivering gave sweet 
glimpses of her fair snowy skin. 

XLVII

 Then came on her followers, and 
forward to the field Of ruddy gold 
far-sparkling bore a mighty shield, 
Thick, and broad, and weighty, with 
studs of steel o'erlaid, The which was 
wont in battle to wield the martial 
maid. 

XLVIII

 As thong to that huge buckler a 
gorgeous band there lay; Precious 
stones beset it as green as grass in 
May; With varying hues it glitter'd 
against the glittering gold. Who would 
woo its wielder must be boldest of the 
bold. 

XLIX

 Beneath its folds enormous three spans 
thick was the shield, If all be true 
they tell us, that Brunhild bore in 
field. Of steel and gold compacted all 
gorgeously it glow'd. Four 
chamberlains, that bore it, stagger'd 
beneath the load. 

L

 Grimly smil'd Sir Hagan, Trony's 
champion strong, And mutter'd as he 
mark'd it trail'd heavily along, "How 
now, my lord King Gunther? who thinks 
to 'scape with life? This love of yours 
and lady--'faith she's the devil's 
wife." 

LI

 Hear yet more of the vesture worn by 
the haughty dame; From Azagouc 
resplendent her silken surcoat came Of 
all-surpassing richness, that from 
about her shone The eye-bedimming 
lustre of many a precious stone. 

LII

 Then to the maid was carried heavily 
and slow A strong well-sharpen'd 
jav'lin, which she ever us'd to throw, 
Huge and of weight enormous, fit for so 
strong a queen, Cutting deep and deadly 
with its edges keen. 

LIII

 To form the mighty spear-head a 
wondrous work was done; Three weights 
of iron and better were welded into 
one; The same three men of Brunhild's 
scarcely along could bring; Whereat 
deeply ponder'd the stout Burgundian 
king. 

LIV

 To himself thus thought he, "What have 
I not to fear? The devil himself could 
scarcely 'scape from such danger clear. 
In sooth, if I were only in safety by 
the Rhine, Long might remain this 
maiden free from all suit of mine." 

LV

 So thinking luckless Gunther his love 
repented sore; Forthwith to him only 
his weapons pages bore, And now stood 
clad the monarch in arms of mighty 
cost. Hagan through sheer vexation, his 
wits had nearly lost. 

LVI

 On this Hagan's brother undaunted 
Dankwart spake, "Would we had ne'er 
sail'd hither for this fell maiden's 
sake! Once we pass'd for warriors; sure 
we have cause to rue, Ingloriously thus 
dying, and by a woman too; 

LVII

 "Full bitterly it irks me to have come 
into this land. Had but my brother 
Hagan his weapons in his hand, And I 
with mine were by him, proud Brunhild's 
chivalry, For all their overweening, 
would hold their heads less high. 

LVIII

 "Ay, by my faith, no longer should 
their pride be borne; Had I oaths a 
thousand to peace and friendship sworn, 
Ere I'd see thus before me my dearest 
master die, Fair as she is, this maiden 
a dreary corse should lie." 

LIX

 "Ay," said his brother Hagan, "we well 
could quit this land As free as we came 
hither, were but our arms at hand. Each 
with his breast in harness, his good 
sword by his side, Sure we should lower 
a little this gentle lady's pride." 

LX

 Well heard the noble maiden the 
warrior's words the while, And looking 
o'er her shoulder said with a scornful 
smile, "As he thinks himself so mighty, 
I'll not deny a guest; Take they their 
arms and armor, and do as seems them 
best." 

LXI

 "Be they naked and defenceless, or 
sheath'd in armor sheen, To me it 
nothing matters," said the haughty 
queen. "Fear'd yet I never mortal, and, 
spite of yon stern brow And all the 
strength of Gunther, I fear as little 
now." 

LXII

 Soon as their swords were giv'n them, 
and arm'd was either knight, The cheek 
of dauntless Dankwart redden'd with 
delight. "Now let them sport as likes 
them, nothing," said he, "care I; Safe 
is noble Gunther with us in armor by." 

LXIII

 Then was the strength of Brunhild to 
each beholder shown. Into the ring by 
th' effort of panting knights a stone 
Was borne of weight enormous, massy and 
large and round. It strain'd twelve 
brawny champions to heave it to the 
ground. 

LXIV

 This would she cast at all times when 
she had hurl'd the spear; The sight of 
bold Burgundians fill'd with care and 
fear. Quoth Hagan, "She's a darling to 
lie by Gunther's side. Better the foul 
fiend take her to serve him as a 
bride." 

LXV

 Her sleeve back turn'd the maiden, and 
bar'd her arm of snow, Her heavy shield 
she handled, and brandished to and fro 
High o'er her head the jav'lin; thus 
began the strife. Bold as they were, 
the strangers each trembled for his 
life; 

LXVI

 And had not then to help him come 
Siegfried to his side, At once by that 
grim maiden had good King Gunther died. 
Unseen up went he to him, unseen he 
touch'd his hand. His trains bewilder'd 
Gunther was slow to understand. 

LXVII

 "Who was it just now touch'd me?" 
thought he and star'd around To see who 
could be near him; not a soul he found. 
Said th' other, "I am Siegfried, thy 
trusty friend and true; Be not in fear 
a moment for all the queen can do." 

LXVIII

 Said he, "Off with the buckler and 
give it me to bear; Now, what I shall 
advise thee, mark with thy closest 
care. Be it thine to make the gestures, 
and mine the work to do." Glad man was 
then King Gunther, when he his helpmate 
knew. 

LXIX

 "But all my trains keep secret; thus 
for us both 'twere best; Else this 
o'erweening maiden, be sure, will never 
rest, Till her grudge against thee to 
full effect she bring. See where she 
stands to face thee so sternly in the 
ring!" 

LXX

 With all her strength the jav'lin the 
forceful maiden threw. It came upon the 
buckler massy, broad and new, That in 
his hand unshaken, the son of Sieglind 
bore. Sparks from the steel came 
streaming, as if the breeze before. 

LXXI

 Right through the groaning buckler the 
spear tempestuous broke; Fire from the 
mail-links sparkled beneath the 
thund'ring stroke. Those two mighty 
champions stagger'd from side to side; 
But for the wondrous cloud-cloak both 
on the spot had died. 

LXXII

 From the mouth of Siegfried burst the 
gushing blood; Soon he again sprung 
forward; straight snatch'd the hero 
good The spear that through his buckler 
she just had hurl'd amain, And sent it 
at its mistress in thunder back again. 

LXXIII

 Thought he "'Twere sure a pity so fair 
a maid to slay;" So he revers'd the 
jav'lin, and turn'd the point away; 
Yet, with the butt-end foremost, so 
forceful was the throw, That the 
sore-smitten damsel totter'd to and 
fro. 

LXXIV

 From her mail fire sparkled as driven 
before the blast; With such huge 
strength the jav'lin by Sieglind's son 
was cast, That 'gainst the furious 
impulse she could no longer stand. A 
stroke so sturdy never could come from 
Gunther's hand. 

LXXV

 Up in a trice she started, and 
straight her silence broke, "Noble 
knight, Sir Gunther, thank thee for the 
stroke." She thought 'twas Gunther's 
manhood had laid her on the lea; No! 
'twas not he had fell'd her, but a 
mightier far than he. 

LXXVI

 Then turn'd aside the maiden; angry 
was her mood; On high the stone she 
lifted rugged and round and rude, And 
brandish'd it with fury, and far before 
her flung, Then bounded quick behind 
it, that loud her armor rung. 

LXXVII

 Twelve fathoms' length or better the 
mighty mass was thrown, But the maiden 
bounded further than the stone. To 
where the stone was lying Siegfried 
fleetly flew; Gunther did but lift it, 
th' Unseen it was, who threw. 

LXXVIII

 Bold, tall and strong was Siegfried, 
the first all knights among; He threw 
the stone far further, behind it 
further sprung. His wondrous arts had 
made him so more than mortal strong, 
That with him as he bounded, he bore 
the king along. 

LXXIX

 The leap was seen of all men, there 
lay as plain the stone, But seen was no 
one near it, save Gunther all alone. 
Brunhild was red with anger, quick came 
her panting breath Siegfried had 
rescued Gunther that day from certain 
death. 

LXXX

 Then all aloud fair Brunhild bespake 
her courtier band, Seeing in the ring 
at distance unharm'd her wooer stand, 
"Hither, my men and kinsmen: low to my 
better bow; I am no more your mistress; 
you're Gunther's liegemen now." 

LXXXI

 Down cast the noble warriors their 
weapons hastily, And lowly kneel'd to 
Gunther the King of Burgundy. To him as 
to their sovran was kingly homage done, 
Whose manhood, as they fancied, the 
mighty match had won. 

LXXXII

 He fair the chiefs saluted bending 
with gracious look; Then by the hand 
the maiden her conquering suitor took, 
And granted him to govern the land with 
sovran sway; Whereat the warlike nobles 
were joyous all and gay. 

LXXXIII

 Forthwith the noble Gunther she begg'd 
with her to go Into her royal palace; 
soon as 'twas ordered so, To his 
knights her servants such friendly 
court 'gan make, That Hagan e'en and 
Dankwart could it but kindly take. 

LXXXIV

 Wise was the nimble Siegfried; he left 
them there a space, And slily took the 
cloud-cloak back to its hiding-place, 
Return'd then in an instant, where sat 
the ladies fair, And straight, his 
fraud to cover, bespoke King Gunther 
there. 

LXXXV

 "Why dally, gracious master? why not 
the games begin, Which by the queen, to 
prove you, have here appointed been? 
Come, let us see the contest, and mark 
each knightly stroke." As though he had 
seen nothing, the crafty warrior spoke. 

LXXXVI

 "Why how can this have happened," said 
the o'ermaster'd queen, "That, as it 
seems, Sir Siegfried, the games you 
have not seen, Which 'gainst me good 
King Gunther has gain'd with wondrous 
might?" The word then up took Hagan, 
the stern Burgundian knight; 

LXXXVII

 "Our minds indeed you troubled, our 
hopes o'er-clouded dark; Meanwhile the 
good Knight Siegfried was busy at the 
bark, While the Lord of Rhineland the 
game against you won; Thus," said King 
Gunther's liegeman, "he knows not what 
was done." 

LXXXVIII

 "Well pleas'd am I," said Siegfried, 
"that one so proud and bold At length 
has found a master in one of mortal 
mold, And has been taught submission by 
this good lord of mine. Now must you, 
noble maiden, hence follow us to the 
Rhine." 

LXXXIX

 Thereto replied the damsel, "It cannot 
yet be so; First must my men and 
kinsmen th' intended journey know; To 
bring my friends together, besides, 't 
were surely fit. T' were wrong, 
methinks, so lightly my lands and all 
to quit." 

XC

 So messengers in hurry through all the 
country went; To liegemen, and to 
kinsmen, and all her friends she sent. 
To Isenstein she begg'd them to come 
without delay. And bade give all in 
plenty rich gifts and garments gay. 

XCI

 Daily to Brunhild's castle early they 
rode and late, In troops from all sides 
flocking, and all in martial state. 
"Ay! ay!" said frowning Hagan, "ill 
have we done, I fear; Surely 't will be 
our ruin to wait this gathering here. 

XCII

 "Let her strength be only here 
together brought (And of the queen's 
intentions we little know or naught), 
If so her passion wills it, we're lost 
at once, I trow. In sooth this dainty 
damsel was born to work us woe." 

XCIII

 Then spoke the valiant Siegfried, 
"I'll undertake for all; Trust me, what 
now you look for, that shall ne'er 
befall. Safe and sound to keep you, 
I'll hither bring a crew Of fierce, 
selected champions, of whom ye never 
knew. 

XCIV

 "Inquire not of my journey; I hence 
must instant fare; The little while I'm 
absent God have you in his care. Again 
here will I quickly with a thousand men 
be found, The bravest and the boldest 
that ever moved on ground," 

XCV

 "Be sure then not to linger," the 
anxious Gunther said, "For we meanwhile 
shall ever be longing for your aid." 
"In a few days you'll see me at hand 
for your defence, And tell," said he, 
"fair Brunhild, that you have sent me 
hence." 



EIGHTH ADVENTURE

HOW SIEGFRIED CAME TO THE NIBELUNGERS. 

I

 Thence in his cloud-cloak Siegfried 
descended to the strand; There he found 
a shallop, that close lay to the land; 
Unseen the bark he boarded, that from 
the harbor pass'd Moved by the son of 
Siegmund, as though before the blast. 

II

 The steersman could see no man; yet 
the vessel flew Beneath the strokes of 
Siegfried the yielding water through. 
'T was a tempest thought they, that 
drove it furious on. No! 't was the 
strength of Siegfried, fair Sieglind's 
peerless son. 

III

 All that day they were running, and 
all the night the same, Then to a 
famous country of mighty power they 
came, Days' journey full a hundred 
stretching far away, The Nibelungers' 
country, where his hard-won treasure 
lay. 

IV

 Alone the champion landed in a meadow 
wide; Straight to the shore securely 
the little bark he tied, And then went 
to a castle seated upon a hill, To ask 
for food and shelter as weary 
travellers will. 

V

 All found he barr'd and bolted as near 
the walls he drew; Men both life and 
honor kept then as now they do. The 
stranger all impatient began a 
thundering din At the well fasten'd 
portal. There found he close within 

VI

 A huge earth-shaking giant, the castle 
set to guard, Who with his weapons by 
him kept ever watch and ward. "Who 
beats the gate so stoutly?" the yawning 
monster ask'd; His voice, as he gave 
answer, the crafty hero mask'd, 

VII

 And said, "I am a warrior; open me the 
gate; I'm wroth with lazy losels who 
make their betters wait, While they on 
down are snoring as if they'd never 
wake." It irk'd the burly porter that 
thus the stranger spake. 

VIII

 Now had the fearless giant all his 
weapons donn'd, Bound on his head his 
helmet, and in his monstrous hond A 
shield unmeasur'd taken; open the gate 
he threw, And his teeth grimly gnashing 
at Siegfried fiercely flew. 

IX

 "How could he dare to call up men of 
mettle so?" With that he let fly at him 
many a wind-swift blow, That the noble 
stranger put back with wary fence. At 
last upheav'd the giant an iron bar 
immense, 

X

 And his firm shield-band shatter'd; 
scarce could the warrior stand, He 
fear'd, though for a moment, grim death 
was close at hand, With his enormous 
weapon the porter smote so sore, Yet 
for his dauntless bearing he lov'd him 
all the more. 

XI

 With the mighty conflict the castle 
rung around; To th' hall of the 
Nibelungers reach'd the stunning sound. 
At length the vanquish'd porter he 
bound with conquering hand. Far and 
wide flew the tidings through the 
Nibelungers' land. 

XII

 While in the dubious combat they both 
were struggling still, Albric the wild 
dwarf heard it far through the hollow 
hill. Straight he donn'd his armor, and 
thither running found The noble guest 
victorious, and the panting giant 
bound. 

XIII

 A stout dwarf was Albric, and bold as 
well as stout; With helm and mail 
securely he was arm'd throughout; A 
golden scourge full heavy in his hand 
he swung. Straight ran he to the 
rescue, and fierce on Siegfried sprung. 

XIV

 Seven ponderous knobs from th' handle 
hung, each one by its thong; With these 
the dwarf kept pounding so sturdy and 
so strong, That he split the shield of 
Siegfried to the centre from the rim, 
And put the dauntless champion in care 
for life or limb. 

XV

 Away he threw his buckler broken all 
and smash'd; His long well-temper'd 
weapon into its sheath he dash'd, To 
spare his own dependents his virtue 
mov'd him still, And to his heart sore 
went it his chamberlain to kill. 

XVI

 With mighty hands undaunted in on the 
dwarf he ran; By the beard he caught 
him, that age-hoary man, He dragg'd 
him, and he shook him, his rage on him 
he wreak'd, And handled him so roughly, 
that loud for pain he shriek'd. 

XVII

 Loud cries the dwarf o'ermaster'd, 
"Spare me and leave me free, And could 
I ever servant save to one hero be, To 
whom I've sworn allegiance as long as I 
have breath," Said the crafty Albric, 
"you would I serve to death." 

XVIII

 Then bound was writhing Albric as the 
giant just before; The nervous grasp of 
Siegfried pinch'd him and pain'd him 
sore. Then thus the dwarf address'd 
him; "Be pleas'd your name to tell." 
Said he, "My name is Siegfried; I 
thought you knew me well." 

XIX

 "Well's me for these good tidings," 
Albric the dwarf replied. "Now know I 
all your merit, which I by proof have 
tried. High rule o'er all this country 
well you deserve to bear; I'll do 
whate'er you bid me; the vanquish'd 
only spare." 

XX

 Then said the noble Siegfried: "You 
must hence with speed, And bring me, of 
the warriors that best we have at need, 
A thousand Nibelungers; them I here 
must view; No evil shall befall you, if 
this you truly do." 

XXI

 The dwarf and eke the giant the 
champion straight unbound; Then ran at 
once swift Albric where he the warriors 
found. The slumbering Nibelungers he 
wak'd with eager care, Saying, "Up, up, 
ye heroes! ye must to Siegfried fare." 

XXII

 Up from their beds they started, and 
instant ready made, Nimble knights a 
thousand richly all array'd. So flock'd 
they quick, where waiting they saw Sir 
Siegfried stand; Then was there goodly 
greeting with word of mouth and clasp 
of hand. 

XXIII

 Straight lit was many a taper; then 
the spiced draught he drank; His 
friends, who came so quickly, he did 
not spare to thank. He said, "You hence 
must instant far o'er the wave with 
me." He found them for th' adventure as 
ready as could be. 

XXIV

 Full thirty hundred warriors were come 
at his request; From these he chose a 
thousand the bravest and the best. 
Helmets and other armor were brought 
for all the band, For he resolv'd to 
lead them e'en to Queen Brunhild's 
land. 

XXV

 He said, "Good knights adventurous, to 
my words give heed. At the proud court 
of Brunhild our richest robes will 
need. There many a lovely lady will 
look on every guest, So we must all 
array us in our choicest and our best." 

XXVI

 "How?" said a beardless novice, "that 
sure can never be. How can be lodg'd 
together so many knights as we? Where 
could they find them victual? where 
could they find them vests? Never could 
thirty kingdoms keep such a crowd of 
guests." 

XXVII

 You've heard of Siegfried's riches; 
well could he all afford With a kingdom 
to supply him, and Niblung's endless 
hoard. Rich gifts were in profusion to 
all his knights assign'd. Much as he 
drain'd the treasure, as much remain'd 
behind. 

XXVIII

 Early upon a morning in haste they 
parted thence. What prowest warriors 
Siegfried brought to his friend's 
defence! Their armor darted radiance, 
their horses toss'd the foam. Well 
equipp'd and knightly came they to 
Brunhild's home. 

XXIX

 At the windows standing look'd out the 
maidens gay. Then cried their royal 
mistress, "Can any of you say, What 
strangers there far-floating over the 
billows go? Their canvas they are 
spreading whiter far than snow." 

XXX

 Then spake the king of Rhineland, 
"They're men of mine, fair dame, Whom I 
left not distant, when late I hither 
came; Since, I have bid them join me, 
and now you see them here." The noble 
guests receiv'd them with good and 
friendly cheer. 

XXXI

 Then might they see bold Siegfried, 
array'd in robes of pride, Aboard a 
bark high standing, and many a chief 
beside. Then said the queen to Gunther, 
"Sir king, what now shall I? Greet the 
guests advancing, or that grace deny?" 

XXXII

 Said he, "To meet them, lady, forth 
from your palace go, That, if you're 
glad to see them, the same they well 
may know." Then did the queen, as 
Gunther had said him seem'd the best, 
And Siegfried in her greeting 
distinguish'd from the rest. 

XXXIII

 They found them fitting quarters, and 
took their arms in charge; The guests 
were now so many, that they were ill at 
large, Such troops of friends and 
strangers flock'd in on every side. So 
the bold Burgundians now would homeward 
ride. 

XXXIV

 Then said the fair Queen Brunhild, 
"Him for my friend I'd hold, Who'd help 
me to distribute my silver and my gold 
Among my guests and Gunther's; no 
little store have I." Bold Giselher's 
bold liegeman Dankwart straight made 
reply: 

XXXV

 "Right noble queen and gracious, trust 
but your keys with me; Your wealth I'll 
so distribute, all shall contented be, 
And as to blame or damage, let that be 
mine alone." That he was free and 
liberal, that made he clearly shown. 

XXXVI

 Soon as Hagan's brother had the keys 
in hand, Gold began and silver to run 
away like sand. If one a mark 
requested, gifts had he shower'd so 
rife, That home might go the poorest 
merry and rich for life. 

XXXVII

 By th' hundred pounds together he gave 
uncounted out. Crowds in gorgeous 
vesture were stalking all about, Who 
ne'er had worn such splendor, and 
scarce so much as seen. They told the 
tale to Brunhild; it fretted sore the 
queen. 

XXXVIII

 Straight she spoke to Gunther, "Sir 
king, I've cause to grieve. Your 
treasurer, I fear me, scarce a rag will 
leave Of all my choice apparel, my last 
gold piece he'll spend. Would somebody 
would stop it! I'd ever be his friend. 

XXXIX

 "He wastes so, he must fancy in his 
wayward will I've sent for death to 
fetch me, but wealth I can use still, 
And what my father left me can waste 
myself, I ween." Treasurer so 
free-handed never yet had queen. 

XL

 Then spake the knight of Trony, "Lady, 
you must be told, The king of Rhine has 
plenty of raiment and of gold, And can 
of both so lavish, that we may well 
dispense With all fair Brunhild's 
vesture, nor need bring any hence." 

XLI

 "Nay, for my love," said Brunhild, 
"with gold and silken vests Let me from 
all my treasure fill twenty travelling 
chests, That when we come together in 
Burgundy to live, This hand may still 
have something royally to give." 

XLII

 Forthwith her chests were loaded with 
many a precious stone. She o'er the 
work appointed a treasurer of her own. 
She would not trust to Dankwart, 
Giselher's thriftless man. Gunther 
thereat and Hagan both to laugh began. 

XLIII

 Then spake the martial maiden, "Whom 
shall I leave my lands? This first must 
here be settled by our united hands." 
The noble monarch answer'd, "Who most 
is in your grace, Him will we leave 
behind us to govern in our place." 

XLIV

 One of her near relations was standing 
by the maid; He was her mother's 
brother; to him she turn'd and said, 
"Take to your charge my castles, and 
with them all my land, Till I or else 
King Gunther give otherwise command." 

XLV

 She chose a thousand heroes from all 
her chivalry To the Rhine's distand 
borders to bear her company, With the 
thousand champions from the 
Nibelungers' land. They bown'd them for 
their journey, and hastened to the 
strand. 

XLVI

 Six-and-eighty women, a hundred 
maidens too She took with her from 
Issland; fair were they all to view. 
They now no longer tarried; they ready 
were to go. From those they left behind 
them what tears began to flow! 

XLVII

 In manner as became her she left her 
native ground; She kiss'd her nearest 
kindred who weeping stood around. So 
with fair dismissal they came down to 
the shore. To her father's country the 
maid return'd no more. 

XLVIII

 With sound of all sweet music they 
floated on their way; From morn to eve 
was nothing but change of sport and 
play; The soft sea-breeze they wish'd 
for was fluttering in their sail; Yet 
for that voyage how many were yet to 
weep and wail! 

XLIX

 But still her lord deferring with 
maidenly delay Brunhild reserv'd one 
pleasure to the fair wedding-day, When 
home to Worms together the king and 
queenly dame, Full flown with mirth and 
rapture, with all their heroes came. 



NINTH ADVENTURE

HOW SIEGFRIED WAS SENT TO WORMS 

I

 Nine days had now the travellers been 
faring on their way, When spake the 
knight of Trony, "Give ear to what I 
say. We're slow to send the tidings of 
our adventure home; Your messengers 
already should to Burgundy have come." 

II

 To him replied King Gunther, "What you 
have said, is true, And none should be 
so ready this very task to do, As e'en 
yourself, friend Hagan; so ride unto my 
land; None, I am sure, can better 
proclaim that we're at hand." 

III

 Thereto gave answer Hagan, "Such duty 
suits not me; Let me tend the chambers, 
and linger still at sea; Or I'll stay 
with the women, and their wardrobe 
keep, Till to the Rhine we bring them 
safe from the blustering deep. 

IV

 "From Siegfried ask a journey of such 
a weary length, For he can well perform 
it with his surpassing strength, And, 
should he e'en refuse it, him to 
consent you'll move, If you but beseech 
him for your sister's love." 

V

 Straight sent he for the warrior; he 
came as soon as found; Said Gunther, 
"Now we're coming home to my native 
ground, Fain would I give quick notice 
by some sure friend of mine To my 
sister and my mother that we approach 
the Rhine. 

VI

 "This I entreat you, Siegfried; now do 
what I desire, And I'll in full requite 
you, whatever you require." But ne'er 
consented Siegfried, the 
never-conquer'd man, Till in another 
fashion the king to ask began. 

VII

 Said he, "Nay, gentle Siegfried, do 
but this journey take, Not for my sake 
only, but for my sister's sake. You'll 
oblige fair Kriemhild in this as well 
as me." When so implor'd was Siegfried, 
ready at once was he. 

VIII

 "Whate'er you will, command me; let 
naught be left unsaid; I will gladly do 
it for the lovely maid. How can I 
refuse her who my heart has won? For 
her, whate'er your pleasure, tell it, 
and it is done." 

IX

 "Tell then my mother Uta, the rich and 
mighty queen, We in our dangerous 
journey right fortunate have been. 
Inform my loving brothers, we have 
succeeded well; And to my court and 
kindred the same glad tidings tell. 

X

 "From my gentle sister nothing 
conceal'd must be; Bear her the kindest 
greeting from Brunhild and from me. 
Proclaim to every liegeman and every 
anxious friend, That my heart's 
lingering longing I've brought to happy 
end. 

XI

 "And tell my loving nephew, the knight 
of Metz, Ortwine, That seats he bid in 
order be rais'd along the Rhine. And do 
my other kinsmen to wit, both most and 
least, That I will hold with Brunhild a 
gorgeous marriage-feast. 

XII

 "Fail not to tell my sister, that soon 
as she shall hear That I, returning 
homeward, with all my guests are near, 
She well receive so kindly the lady of 
my heart, And love and service ever 
shall be her's on Gunther's part." 

XIII

 Leave then took Sir Siegfried of 
Gunther's haughty dame, And of her fair 
attendants, as him well became, And for 
the Rhine departed; never could there 
be In all this world a better messenger 
than he. 

XIV

 With four-and-twenty warriors to Worms 
he hotly sped; King Gunther came not 
with him, when this abroad was spread, 
The hearts of all his servants were 
wrung with mortal pain; They fear'd, 
the might of Brunhild their noble king 
had slain. 

XV

 Down sprang all from their horses; 
their thoughts were proud and high; 
Straight the good young King Giselher 
ran to them hastily, And Gernot his 
bold brother, soon spoke he, having 
eyed The troop, and miss'd King Gunther 
from noble Siegfried's side, 

XVI

 "Welcome to Worms, Sir Siegfried; tell 
us what news you bring, What have you 
done with Gunther, our brother and our 
king? I fear me, we have lost him, 
fierce Brunhild was too strong; So has 
his lofty passion brought us but loss 
and wrong." 

XVII

 "Away with fear and sorrow! to you and 
all his kin My comrade sends his 
greeting; a conqu'ror he has been, And 
safe and sound I left him; from him 
despatch'd I come To bring the gladsome 
tidings to all his friends at home. 

XVIII

 "You also must contrive it, for your's 
the task should be, How I may straight 
your mother and your fair sister see, 
To carry them the message that I 
receiv'd so late From Gunther and from 
Brunhild; both are in best estate." 

XIX

 Young Giselher then answer'd; "Go 
straight to them and tell The tale 
you're charg'd to carry; 'twill please 
my sister well. Fear for the fate of 
Gunther is heavy on her breast. I'll 
vouch, that with the maiden you'll 
prove a welcome guest." 

XX

 Then spake the noble Siegfried, 
"Whatever I can do To serve her, she 
shall find me a willing friend and 
true. Who now will tell the ladies, 
that I an audience crave?" Giselher 
took the message, the high-born youth 
and brave. 

XXI

 To the lovely maiden and the stately 
dame Spoke the youthful warrior, when 
to their sight he came, "Siegfried is 
come with tidings for our hearing 
meant; Him my brother Gunther hither to 
the Rhine has sent. 

XXII

 "By him he's charged to tell us, how 
stands it with the king; Permit him 
then his message hither to court to 
bring; Whate'er befell in Issland from 
him you'll truly know." E'en thus the 
noble ladies still harbor'd fear and 
woe. 

XXIII

 Up for their robes they started, and 
each herself array'd, Then bade Sir 
Siegfried enter; he willingly obey'd, 
For much he long'd to see them; then, 
ere the warrior spoke, Silence the 
blushing Kriemhild with friendly 
accents broke. 

XXIV

 "Welcome, Sir Siegfried, hither, 
boldest of the bold! Where is my 
brother Gunther? straight be your 
tidings told. I fear me, we have lost 
him, and here are left forlorn. Woe's 
me unhappy maiden, that ever I was 
born!" 

XXV

 Then spake the warrior, "Give me the 
guerdon of good news; You weep for sake 
of weeping; so you fair ladies use. I 
left him safe and hearty; of this 
assure you well. He to you both has 
sent me the joyful tale to tell. 

XXVI

 "To you, as best beseems him, with 
gracious kind intent He and his bride 
their service, right noble queen, have 
sent. And soon will both come hither, 
so dry your idle tears." For many a day 
such gladness had never bless'd her 
ears. 

XXVII

 Straight with her snow-white apron she 
wip'd her tears away, And dried her 
eyes from weeping; then, once more 
fresh and gay Began to thank the envoy 
for his happy tale, That ended her deep 
sorrow and heart-consuming wail. 

XXVIII

 She bade the knight be seated; nothing 
loth was he; Then spake the lovely 
maiden; "'Twere no small joy for me, 
Could I with gold reward you for what 
you just have said; But you're for that 
too wealthy; take my good will 
instead." 

XXIX

 "Were I," replied the champion, "the 
lord of thirty lands Still would I take 
with pleasure a gift from your fair 
hands." Straight said the modest 
damsel, "Then you shall be content." So 
for the costly guerdon her treasurer 
she sent. 

XXX

 Four and twenty bracelets she gave him 
for his fee, Each set with stones full 
precious; yet so proud was he, That he 
would not keep them, but gave the 
jewels rare To her lovely maidens, whom 
he found in waiting there. 

XXXI

 And then her mother greeted the noble 
warrior well. "To both of you," replied 
he, "I yet have more to tell, Whereof 
the king entreats you, and, if you but 
attend To what he asks so dearly, he'll 
ever be your friend. 

XXXII

 "His noble guests, he begs you, and 
his beauteous bride Receive with kindly 
welcome, and forth to meet them ride On 
the strand before the city. To you has 
sent the king This true and gracious 
message, which I as truly bring." 

XXXIII

 "I'm ready at his bidding," the lovely 
maid replied, "Whatever I can to serve 
him shall never be denied, So heartily 
and truly his pleasure will I do." Then 
her love-kindled blushes glow'd a 
deeper hue. 

XXXIV

 Never prince's envoy a heartier 
welcome won; Had she dar'd to kiss him, 
fain would she so have done. In loving 
wise he parted from th' unwilling maid. 
Forthwith the bold Burgundians did as 
the warrior bade. 

XXXV

 Sindolt and Hunoldt and Rumolt the 
good knight Early and late were 
stirring as briskly as they might; They 
rais'd the seats in order, such duty 
well they knew; From side to side 
unwearied the royal servant flew. 

XXXVI

 Ortwine of Metz and Gary, King 
Gunther's liegemen bold, The marriage 
feast, that forthwith their master was 
to hold, Proclaim'd to friends and 
neighbors; against the festal day Every 
noble maiden prepar'd her best array. 

XXXVII

 Adorn'd was all the palace, and richly 
every wall Bedeck'd to grace the 
strangers; King Gunther's spacious hall 
By the skill was furbish'd of many a 
foreign man; With merriment and pastime 
the royal feast began. 

XXXVIII

 By every road advancing with ceaseless 
press and din Flock'd all to Worms 
together the royal brethren's kin, 
Summon'd by hasty message to meet th' 
expected guests. Then from the folded 
wrappers were ta'en the well-stor'd 
vests. 

XXXIX

 Sudden spread the tidings, that now 
one might espy Brunhild's friends 
advancing; straight rose a press and 
cry 'Mong the Burgundian thousands, 
that waiting stood around. Ah! what men 
of valor on either side were found! 

XL

 Then spake the lovely Kriemhild, "My 
maidens fair and free, Who at this 
reception must bear your part with me, 
Let each her choice apparel search out 
from secret chest; The matrons too I'd 
counsel to prank them in their best." 

XLI

 Then forward came the warriors, and 
straight th' attendants told To bring 
forth sumptuous saddles o'erlaid with 
ruddy gold, Whereon might ride the 
ladies from Worms unto the Rhine. Never 
was better horse-gear beheld, nor work 
so fine. 

XLII

 What store of gold resplendent about 
the palfreys shone! From their gorgeous 
bridles gleam'd many a precious stone. 
Richly gilt side-saddles with trappings 
of bright hue Were brought forth for 
the ladies, who gladden'd at the view. 

XLIII

 Caparison'd all richly with silken 
housings rare Was led a gentle palfrey 
for every lady there. Each steed a 
silken poeitral (the silk was of the 
best That e'er was spun or fashion'd) 
had hanging at his breast. 

XLIV

 Six and eighty ladies, each a married 
dame, With hairy bounds in fillets to 
lovely Kriemhild came, Each radiant in 
her beauty, each in rich garb array'd; 
Thither too in full adornment came many 
a blooming maid. 

XLV

 Fifty and four, the fairest and of the 
best report Of all, whose beauty 
honor'd the proud Burgundian court, 
Went forth with glittering laces above 
their flaxen hair. What Gunther had 
requested, all did with all their care. 

XLVI

 The best stuffs and the richest, that 
e'er were found, they bore To meet the 
stranger heroes; every robe they wore 
With care and skill was chosen to suit 
their lovely hue. He were a fool, who'd 
murmur at one of that fair crew. 

XLVII

 Of sable and of ermine many a robe was 
there, And many a sparkling bracelet 
o'er silken raiment fair The wrists and 
arms encircled of many a lady gay. The 
care, the taste, the splendor none 
might at full display. 

XLVIII

 Many a glittering girdle, that rich 
and long down hung, By many a snowy 
finger o'er gorgeous weed was flung To 
bind the far-brought garment of stuff 
from Araby. Each noble damsel's bosom 
swell'd high and joyfully. 

XLIX

 In the tighten'd bodice many a smiling 
maid Had laced herself full deftly; 
each were ill appaid Did not her bright 
complexion outshine her vesture sheen. 
A train so fair and graceful now has 
ne'er a queen. 

L

 Soon as the lovely ladies for the 
joyful day Had donn'd their rich 
apparel, forthwith, in meet array, Of 
bold high-mettled warriors a mighty 
force drew near, With many a shield 
bright-beaming and many an ashen spear. 



TENTH ADVENTURE

HOW BRUNHILD WAS RECEIVED AT WORMS 

I

 Beyond the Rhine King Gunther, with 
many a well-arm'd rank And all his 
guests about him, rode toward the 
river's bank; You might see by the 
bridle led forward many a maid. Those, 
who were to receive them, were ready 
all array'd. 

II

 Soon as the men of Issland came to the 
shallops down, And eke the Nibelungers, 
lieges of Siegfried's crown, To th' 
other shore they hasten'd (busy was 
ever hand) Where them the friends of 
Gunther awaited on the strand. 

III

 Now hear, by wealthy Uta what a device 
was wrought. Down with her from the 
castle a virgin train she brought, That 
rode where she was riding in that 
procession bright; So many a maid 
acquainted became with many a knight. 

IV

 Kriemhild by the bridle the Margrave 
Gary led. But only from the castle; 
then forward Siegfried sped, And did 
that gentle service; fair was the 
blushing maid; Full well for that 
thereafter the warrior she repaid. 

V

 Ortwine, the fearless champion, rode 
by Dame Uta's rein; Knights and maids 
together followed, a social train. At 
such a stately meeting, all must 
confess, I ween, So many lovely ladies 
were ne'er together seen. 

VI

 Full many a famous champion careering 
you might spy (Ill there were sloth and 
idless) beneath fair Kriemhild's eye 
E'en to the place of landing; by 
knights of fair renown There many a 
high-born lady from steed was lifted 
down. 

VII

 The king was now come over, and many a 
worthy guest. Ah! before the ladies 
what spears were laid in rest! How many 
went in shivers at every hurtling 
close! Buckler clashed with buckler; 
ah! what a din arose! 

VIII

 Now might you see the ladies fast by 
the haven stand. With his guests King 
Gunther debark'd upon the strand, In 
his hand soft leading the martial 
maiden fair. Then each on each flash'd 
radiance, rich robes and jewels rare. 

IX

 With that the smiling Kriemhild forth 
stepp'd a little space, And Brunhild 
and her meiny greeted with gentle 
grace. Each with snowy fingers back her 
headband drew, And either kiss'd the 
other lovingly and true. 

X

 Then spoke in courteous manner 
Kriemhild the fair and free, "In this 
our land, dear Brunhild, ever welcome 
be To me and to my mother and all by us 
allow'd For faithful friends and 
liegemen," Then each to th' other 
bow'd. 

XI

 Next to greet Dame Brunhild approach'd 
Dame Uta too; Oft she and oft her 
daughter their arms around her threw, 
And on her sweet mouth lavish'd many a 
loving kiss. Never was known a welcome 
so kind and frank as this. 

XII

 Soon as Brunhild's women were all come 
to the strand, Many a courtly warrior 
took by her lily hand A lady fair, and 
gently her mincing steps upstay'd. Now 
before Dame Brunhild stood many a noble 
maid. 

XIII

 'Twas long before the greeting had 
gone through all the list. On either 
part in plenty rosy mouths were kiss'd. 
Still the two fair princesses were 
standing side by side, A pair with love 
and rapture by longing warriors ey'd. 

XIV

 What erst had been but rumor, was now 
made clear to sight, That naught had 
yet been witness'd so beautiful and 
bright As those two lovely damsels; 
'twas plain to every eye; None the 
slightest blemish in either form could 
spy. 

XV

 Whoever look'd on women with but the 
sight for guide, Such for her faultless 
beauty prais'd Gunther's stately bride; 
But those, whose thoughts went deeper, 
and div'd into the mind, Maintained 
that gentle Kriemhild left Brunhild far 
behind. 

XVI

 Now met the dames and damsels in 
friendly converse free; Fair robes and 
fairer beauties were there in store to 
see; Many a silk pavilion and many a 
gorgous tent The plain before the city 
fill'd in its whole extent. 

XVII

 King Gunther's kinsmen ceas'd not to 
press to that fair show. And now was 
begg'd each princess from the sun to go 
Close by, with their attendants, where 
shade was overhead. By bold Burgundian 
warriors thither were they led. 

XVIII

 Then clomb to horse the heroes, and 
scour'd the sounding field; Many a 
joust was practised with order'd spear 
and shield; Right well were prov'd the 
champions, and o'er the trampled plain, 
As though the land were burning, the 
dust curl'd up amain. 

XIX

 So all before the ladies display'd 
their skill and force. Nor doubt I that 
Sir Siegfried rode many a knightly 
course Before the rich pavilions, and, 
ever as he sped, His thousand 
Nibelungers, a stately squadron, led. 

XX

 Then came the knight of Trony by the 
good king's command; In friendly wise 
he parted the jousters on the strand, 
For fear the dust, now thick'ning, the 
ladies might molest. Him with ready 
reverence obey'd each gentle guest. 

XXI

 Then spake the noble Gernot, "Let each 
now rest his steed Till the air be 
cooler, 't will then be our's to lead 
These lovely ladies homeward e'en to 
the palace wide. So keep yourselves all 
ready till it please the king to ride." 

XXII

 Thus ended was the tourney, and now 
the warriors went To join the dames and 
damsels beneath each lofty tent, And 
there in gentle converse their grace 
and favor sought; So flew the hours in 
pastime till of riding home they 
thought. 

XXIII

 Now as drew on the twilight, when 
cooler grew the air And the sun was 
setting, they would not linger there, 
But up rose lords and ladies to seek 
the castle high; Many a fair dame was 
cherish'd by many a love-lit eye. 

XXIV

 So on the fair they waited as from 
good knights is due. Then hardy 
squires, hot-spurring before the 
nobles' view, After the country's 
custom rode for the prize of weed As 
far as to the palace, where sprung the 
king from steed. 

XXV

 There too the proud queens parted, 
each taking thence her way. Dame Uta 
and her daughter with their handmaids 
gay Into a spacious chamber both 
together went. There might you hear on 
all sides the sound of merriment. 

XXVI

 In hall the seats were order'd; the 
king would instant hie With all his 
guests to table; beside him you might 
spy His lovely bride, Queen Brunhild; 
her royal crown she wore There in King 
Gunther's country; so rich was none 
before. 

XXVII

 Seats were there plac'd unnumber'd 
with tables broad and good, As is to us 
reported, full heap'd with costly food. 
How little there was wanted that passes 
for the best! There with the king was 
seated full many a noble guest. 

XXVIII

 The chamberlains of Gunther in ewers 
of ruddy gold Brought to the guests the 
water; should you be ever told That at 
a prince's table service was better 
done, 'Twere labor lost to say so, 't 
would be believ'd by none. 

XXIX

 Then, ere the Lord of Rhineland 
touch'd the water bright, Up to him, as 
befitted, went Siegfried the good 
knight, And brought to him remembrance 
the promise made him there, Ere yet 
afar in Issland he look'd on Brunhild 
fair. 

XXX

 Said he, "You must remember what swore 
to me your hand, That, soon as Lady 
Brunhild were come into this land, To 
me you'd give your sister; your oaths 
now where are they? On me throughout 
your journey much toil and travail 
lay." 

XXXI

 "Well did you to remind me," the noble 
king replied, "By what my hand has 
promis'd, I ever will abide, And in 
this thing to serve you will do my 
best, my all." Then sent he to beg 
Kriemhild to come into the hall. 

XXXII

 Straight to the hall came Kriemhild 
begirt with many a maid, When from the 
lofty staircase young Giselher thus 
said, "Send back your maidens, 
Kriemhild, this business is your own; 
On this the king our brother would 
speak with you alone." 

XXXIII

 Then forward led was Kriemhild, as 
Gunther gave command, Where stood the 
king, and round him from many a 
prince's land Were noble knights 
unnumber'd; at once all silence kept; 
At that same instant Brunhild had just 
to table stepp'd. 

XXXIV

 Thence came it, she knew nothing of 
what was to be done. Then to his 
gather'd kinsmen spoke Dankrat's royal 
son, "Help me to move my sister 
Siegfried for lord to take." "Such 
match," they all gave answer, "with 
honor she may make." 

XXXV

 Then spoke the king to Kriemhild, 
"Sister, I ask of thee From an oath to 
set me by thy kindness free. Thee to a 
knight I promised; if thou become his 
bride, Thou'lt do the will of Gunther, 
and show thy love beside." 

XXXVI

 Then spake the noble maiden, "Dearest 
brother mine, It needed not to ask me; 
whate'er command be thine, I'll 
willingly perform it; so now, for thy 
sake, Whom thou for husband giv'st me, 
fain I, my lord, will take." 

XXXVII

 With love and eke with pleasure 
redden'd Siegfried's hue; At once to 
lady Kriemhild he pledg'd his service 
true. They bade them stand together in 
the courtly circle bright. And ask'd 
her if for husband she took that lofty 
knight. 

XXXVIII

 In modest maiden fashion she blush'd a 
little space, But such was Siegfried's 
fortune and his earnest grace, That not 
altogether could she deny her hand. 
Then her for wife acknowledg'd the 
noble King of Netherland. 

XXXIX

 He thus to her affianc'd, and to him 
the maid, Straight round the 
long-sought damsel in blushing grace 
array'd His arms with soft emotion th' 
enamour'd warrior threw, And kiss'd the 
high-born princess before that 
glitt'ring crew. 

XL

 On this up broke the circle, and to 
the feast they came; There 
high-advanc'd Sir Siegfried sat with 
his spoused dame Right opposite to 
Gunther; him many a vassal true Serv'd 
at the board, and near him his 
Nibelungers drew. 

XLI

 High at the feast sat Gunther and 
Brunhild by his side, But woe was then 
the maiden, when Kriemhild she espied 
Sitting by valiant Siegfried; she 
straight began to weep, And her bright 
visage darken'd with shame and passion 
deep. 

XLII

 Then spake the king of Rhineland, 
"What ails you, lady mine, That your 
fair eyes are clouded, and dimm'd their 
beamy shine? You rather should be 
merry, now that my liegemen true, My 
country and my castles are subject all 
to you." 

XLIII

 "Good cause have I for weeping," 
return'd the angry fair; "My very heart 
is bleeding to see your sister there 
Beside your lowly vassal sitting so 
content; Never shall I cease weeping 
for such disparagement." 

XLIV

 Then spake the noble Gunther, "No more 
of this, I pray; You shall be told the 
reason on some other day, Wherefore I 
to Siegfried my sister gave for wife. 
May she with him ever lead a happy 
life!" 

XLV

 Quoth she, "I sorrow ever for her 
grace and beauty's sake; Had I a place 
to fly to, my flight I hence would 
take, For lie will I never, King 
Gunther, by your side, Ere I know why 
Kriemhild is given for Siegfried's 
bride." 

XLVI

 Thereto made answer Gunther, "That 
will I tell you straight. Know, I have 
given my sister to no unequal mate: A 
mighty king is Siegfried, and unto him 
belong, As to their rightful sovran, 
broad lands and castles strong." 

XLVII

 Whatever he could tell her, her gloomy 
mood she kept. Then from the board to 
tilting many a warrior stepp'd. The 
noise of their tourney made all the 
castle ring. His guests and their 
amusements wearied sore the king. 

XLVIII

 Thought he, 't were softer lying in a 
marriage bed. Then, to beguile 
annoyance, his longing heart he fed 
With thought of future pleasure from 
love of such a bride, And ever Lady 
Brunhild tenderly he ey'd. 

XLIX

 The guests were bid give over the 
tourney, as was meet. The king with his 
fair lady would now to bed retreat. 
Before the hall's grand staircase 
Kriemhild and Brunhild met; Bitterness 
or rancor on neither side was yet. 

L

 Then came th' attendant courtiers; 
they lingered now for nought; 
Chamberlains well-apparel'd the tapers 
to them brought. The followers then 
divided of the rulers twain; Then might 
you see with Siegfried go forth a 
num'rous train. 

LI

 And now the royal bridegrooms both to 
their chambers came; Each thought with 
fond caresses to woo his gentle dame, 
That both might, as befitted, in love's 
soft bonds agree. The night to noble 
Siegfried was sweet as sweet might be. 

LII

 There lay he so delighted by lovely 
Kriemhild's side, And found such modest 
graces in his virgin bride, That he 
came to love her more than his proper 
life. Well she deserv'd his passion as 
a virtuous wife. 

LIII

 What more ensued between them it needs 
not here to say. Now you must hear the 
story, how King Gunther lay By the fair 
Lady Brunhild. Many a loving swain By 
his loving helpmate with more content 
has lain. 

LIV

 The crowd had now all vanish'd, that 
tended them before; Of the marriage 
chamber fast was made the door. He 
deem'd he now was shortly to win his 
lovely mate, But for that happy moment 
he yet had long to wait. 

LV

 In robe of whitest linen to the bed 
she pass'd; Then thought the noble 
Gunther, "Now all is mine at last, That 
I ever long'd for before in all my 
life." Needs must be blest a husband in 
such a charming wife. 

LVI

 And now with trembling fingers 'gan he 
shroud the light, Then went with glad 
expectance where lay his lady bright, 
And laid him down beside her, nor small 
the joy he knew, When his arms around 
her tenderly he threw. 

LVII

 Fain would he have caress'd her as 
gentle love inspires, Had but the 
wayward maiden granted his desires; But 
there he sore was troubled, so fiercely 
storm'd his mate. He look'd for fond 
affection, and met with deadly hate. 

LVIII

 "Sir knight," said she, "it suits 
not--you'd better leave me free From 
all your present purpose--it must and 
shall not be. A maid still will I keep 
me (think well the matter o'er) Till I 
am told that story." This fretted 
Gunther sore. 

LIX

 Then for her love he struggled e'en 
till her robe he rent; With that, up 
caught the maiden a cord with fell 
intent (About her waist she wore it, 
strong was the same and tough), And 
wrought her lord and master shame and 
wrong enough. 

LX

 The feet and hands of Gunther she tied 
together all, Then to a nail she bore 
him, and hung him 'gainst the wall, And 
bade him not disturb her, nor breathe 
of love a breath. Sure from the doughty 
damsel he all but met his death. 

LXI

 Humbly to beg began he, who master 
should have been, "Untie me, I beseech 
you, right fair and noble queen For 
your love will I never against your 
pleasure try, And ne'er again will 
venture so close to you to lie." 

LXII

 How he far'd she reck'd not, while 
soft herself she lay; So all night long 
he dangled perforce till break of day, 
When through the chamber window the 
light began to peep. That night was 
Gunther's pleasure as little as his 
sleep. 

LXIII

 "Now tell me, good Sir Gunther," began 
the froward fair, "Would you like your 
servants to find you hanging there The 
bondsman of a woman? that were a royal 
view!" The noble knight made answer, 
"No credit 'twere to you; 

LXIV

 "And in good sooth," he added, "'twere 
honor none to me; So of your kindness, 
lady, be pleas'd to set me free; Since 
my love's so distasteful, fear neither 
harm nor hurt. Not so much as a finger 
of mine shall touch your skirt." 

LXV

 With that the maid unbound him; free 
stood he, but half dead; Then all 
aghast and trembling back totter'd to 
the bed, And there lay down so distant 
that her night-dress fair He seldom 
touch'd, if ever; e'en that she well 
could spare. 

LXVI

 Now in came their attendants; by these 
in hand were borne New gaudy robes in 
plenty to suit the marriage morn. 
Downcast he stood and moody amidst the 
smiling band. Their mirth seem'd out of 
season to the monarch of the land. 

LXVII

 After the good old custom that in that 
land was kept, King Gunther and Queen 
Brunhild forth from the chamber 
stepp'd, And hied them to the minster, 
where the mass was sung. Thither too 
came Sir Siegfried; then rose a press 
the crowd among. 

LXVIII

 Each circumstance of honor for monarch 
and his mate Was there in order ready, 
both crown and robe of state. Then 
consecrated were they, and, soon as 
that was o'er, With jewel'd crowns 
conspicuous stood all the goodly four. 

LXIX

 Bold squires with sword were girded 
six hundred at the least In honor of 
the rulers at that high marriage feast. 
Was nought but mirth and joyance in 
Burgundy to hear, And swashing of the 
buckler, and clattering of the spear. 

LXX

 There too at many a window sat many a 
laughing maid, To view in mimic terror 
far-flashing arms display'd; But still, 
whate'er was toward, kept the sad king 
apart, With gloom upon his visage and 
anguish at his heart. 

LXXI

 'Twixt him and good Sir Siegfried what 
difference of mood! Well guess'd what 
so him fretted that noble knight and 
good. To the king he betook him, and 
ask'd in accents low, "Last night how 
far'd it with you? this be pleas'd to 
let me know." 

LXXII

 Then to his guest said Gunther, 
"Shame, alas! and strife, My friend, I 
home have brought me in my wayward 
wife. No sooner came I near her, what 
did she do, but tie My feet and hands 
together, and hang me up on high? 

LXXIII

 "There like a ball I dangled all night 
till break of day Before she would 
unbind me;--how soft the while she lay! 
I breathe my plaint in friendship to 
thy secret ear." Then spake the noble 
Siegfried; "It irks me, what I hear; 

LXXIV

 "Yet you shall soon be master; lay 
fear and sorrow by; This night I'll so 
contrive it, that close to you she'll 
lie. And never more your pleasure with 
froward freaks delay." At this from all 
his troubles wax'd Gunther blithe and 
gay. 

LXXV

 "Look at my wrists and fingers swoln 
with her cursed bands; She squeez'd 
them so, I felt me a baby in her hands. 
Under each nail forth started the blood 
beneath her grasp. As for my life, I 
thought it e'en then at the last gasp." 

LXXVI

 Thereto replied Sir Siegfried, "All 
will again come right; We two were most 
unequal in fortune yesternight. To me 
thy sister Kriemhild is dear as is my 
life. Now must Dame Brunhild also be 
made a loving wife. 

LXXVII

 "I will this night," he added, "into 
your chamber creep, Envelop'd in my 
cloud-cloak, in silence still and deep, 
That no man may have cunning to guess 
the trick I'll play; So send, each to 
his lodging, your chamberlains away. 

LXXVIII

 "The tapers I'll extinguish that your 
pages bear, And this shall give you 
notice that I have enter'd there, Ready 
and glad to serve you; I'll force her 
to obey This night her lord and master, 
or down my life will lay." 

LXXIX

 "Spare but to act the husband, and do 
whate'er thy will With my loving 
helpmate, I shall not take it ill," 
Replied the angry monarch; "e'en 
shouldst thou take her life, I should 
not die of sorrow; sooth she's a 
fearful wife." 

LXXX

 "Trust me in this," said Siegfried, 
"my word I'll pledge to thee That I'll 
ne'er seek to woo her; thy sister is to 
me Beyond all other women that ever met 
my view." The king with full affiance 
took Siegfried's words for true. 

LXXXI

 The knights were busy tilting with 
good success or ill; Straight 'twas 
bidd'n the tourney should all be hush'd 
and still, For to the hall was coming 
either royal bride. Then chamberlains 
advancing bade stand the crowd aside. 

LXXXII

 The court was clear'd of horses, the 
crowd no longer seen; Then forth a 
reverend bishop led either lofty queen 
To where the kings were seated, and 
tables richly stor'd. Them many a man 
of worship follow'd to the board. 

LXXXIII

 There by his stately consort sat 
Gunther well appaid, Musing upon the 
promise to him by Siegfried made. That 
single day to Gunther seem'd thirty 
days at least. On the love of Brunhild 
he thought throughout the feast. 

LXXXIV

 Scarcely could wait the monarch till 
from the board they rose; Brunhild and 
lovely Kriemhild were summon'd to 
repose, Each in her several chamber; 
ah! what a crowd was seen Of young and 
active warriors before each stately 
queen! 

LXXXV

 Siegfried was fondly seated by his 
gentle bride; Her slender snowy 
fingers, as leant they side by side 
With his were softly toying; in midst 
of her caress Suddenly he 
vanish'd--how, she could not guess. 

LXXXVI

 As with him she was playing, she 
miss'd him quite and clean. "Ha!" to 
his wilder'd courtiers cried out the 
wilder'd queen, "Where's the king? what 
portent is this? what semblance fine? 
He was but now beside me--who snatch'd 
his hand from mine?" 

LXXXVII

 She stopp'd in speechless wonder; he 
quick had slipp'd away To where with 
lights th' attendants stood ranged in 
meet array, And straight 'gan dout the 
tapers held by the pages there; Full 
well that it was Siegfried was Gunther 
then aware. 

LXXXVIII

 He knew what was to follow, so sent 
forth every one, Maid and dame, from 
the chamber; then soon as this was 
done, With his own hand impatient the 
king lock'd fast the door, And two 
strong bolts of iron shot for assurance 
more. 

LXXXIX

 Behind the flowing hangings the lights 
he huddled all; Forthwith began a 
pastime (as could not but befall) 
Betwixt the sinewy Siegfried and the 
maiden fair. At once with joy and 
sorrow stood Gunther trembling there. 

XC

 Adown Sir Siegfried laid him close by 
the damsel bright. Said she, "Beware, 
Sir Gunther, remember yesternight; Be 
pleas'd not to disturb me; wake not my 
wrath anew, Or at my hands your folly 
you bitterly shall rue." 

XCI

 He breath'd no breath in answer, but 
still was as could be. Well by the ear 
knew Gunther, although he could not 
see, That nothing pass'd between them 
the jealous to displease. Never in 
couch or chamber dwelt there so little 
ease. 

XCII

 Like Gunther he demean'd him, false 
mimic of the true; Around th' unloving 
damsel his loveless arms he threw. Him 
from the bed with fury against a bench 
she flung. His head fell on a footstool 
so hard, that loud it rung. 

XCIII

 With all his might upstarted again th' 
undaunted man; He'd try his fortune 
better; a struggle stern began, When he 
essay'd to quell her; long was his toil 
and sore; Such strife, I ween, will 
never be waged by woman more. 

XCIV

 As still he would not quit her, up 
sprung the frenzied fair; "Sir knight, 
it ill becomes you a lady's dress to 
tear. These are Burgundian manners! but 
dear it shall be paid; I'll bring you 
soon to smart for it," exclaim'd the 
stormy maid. 

XCV

 Her arms around the warrior she 
scrupled not to fling, And forthwith 
thought to bind him as though it were 
the king, That of the bed sole mistress 
in quiet she might sleep. For her 
injur'd night-dress took she vengeance 
deep. 

XCVI

 What booted then his manhood well 
prov'd in many a fight, When that 
heroic maiden put forth her mastering 
might? Him by main force she lifted in 
spite of all he tried, And 'gainst a 
press she jamm'd him that stood the bed 
beside. 

XCVII

 "Ah!" thought the panting champion, 
"should I now lose my life By this 
outrageous damsel, hereafter every wife 
Will claim at home the mastery, and, 
scorning meek accord And womanly 
submission, will lord it o'er her 
lord." 

XCVIII

 The king with fear and trembling heard 
all that there befell. Shame gave fresh 
strength to Siegfried; furious he wax'd 
and fell. He with redoubled puissance 
once more the maid oppos'd. Fearful was 
the struggle as he with Brunhild 
clos'd. 

XCIX

 Down still she strove to keep him, but 
wrath and natural might Combin'd so 
wrought within him, that soon in her 
despite His feet the knight recovered; 
sore was his toil, I trow; In the 
darken'd chamber they hurtled to and 
fro. 

C

 Ill too at ease was Gunther between 
the struggling pair. Full oft to shift 
he needed as strove they here and 
there. A wonder 'twas (so fiercely 
wrestled the mighty foes) That either 
'scap'd uninjured from that tempestuous 
close. 

CI

 Sore rued his fate the monarch beset 
with twofold care; Still fear'd he most 
lest Siegfried should chance to perish 
there, For now the puissant damsel had 
all but ta'en his life. Had he but 
dar'd, he'd gladly have help'd him in 
the strife. 

CII

 Long time endur'd the contest, nor 
ever seem'd to slack, Till 'gainst the 
bed with fury he dash'd the maiden 
back. How fierce soe'er she struggled, 
faint and more faint she grew; Then 
many a shrewd suspicion shot Gunther's 
bosom through. 

CIII

 Still ever as he listen'd, he thought 
'twas wondrous long. Just then the 
hands of Siegfried she squeez'd so 
fierce and strong, That blood from the 
nails started; the warrior tingled 
sore; But soon he brought the damsel to 
give her frenzy o'er, 

CIV

 And change her furious passions for 
love and duty meek. Whatever pass'd 
heard Gunther, though daring not to 
speak Against the bed he drove her, 
that loud she shriek'd for pain. Cruel 
was her torture from Siegfried's 
mastering main. 

CV

 Then grasp'd she at her girdle, and 
strove to bind her foe, When down the 
warrior hurl'd her with such a forceful 
throw, That crack'd each bone and 
sinew; that clos'd at once the strife; 
The fainting maid submitted to live 
King Gunther's wife. 

CVI

 Said she, "Right noble ruler, 
vouchsafe my life to spare; Whatever 
I've offended, my duty shall repair. 
I'll meet thy noble passion; my love 
with thine shall vie. That thou canst 
tame a woman, none better knows than 
I." 

CVII

 Then up arose Sir Siegfried from where 
Dame Brunhild lay; Upon the floor he 
left her, and noiseless went his way; 
But first from her fine finger a golden 
ring he drew So gently, that the maiden 
nothing felt or knew. 

CVIII

 He took, besides her girdle, with 
which her lord she tied; I know not if 
he did so from triumph and from pride; 
To his wife he gave it, a gift that 
mischief wrought. Meanwhile the maid 
and monarch love both together brought. 

CIX

 They met with mutual passion as man 
and wife became; Her stormy rage was 
soften'd; she was no more the same; 
Weak she grew and feeble as in his arms 
she lay; All her former puissance 
flitted straight away. 

CX

 And now was she no stronger than any 
dame beside. Fearless, unfear'd, her 
husband caress'd his duteous bride. Why 
act again the rebel? what boot could 
thus be won? So much with alter'd 
Brunhild King Gunther's love had done. 

CXI

 How lovingly and fondly he by his lady 
lay Till the rosy morning led on the 
laughing day! Sir Siegfried thence 
departed, and back in silence came, 
Where tenderly receiv'd him a fair and 
gentle dame. 

CXII

 Her questions he evaded, though much 
to know she sought; Long time too kept 
he from her the gifts that he had 
brought, Till, crown'd, in his own 
country she reign'd, his royal bride; 
Of all, he else could grant her, how 
little he denied! 

CXIII

 Far merrier in the morning than he 
before had been Appear'd the good King 
Gunther; the change with joy was seen 
By every faithful vassal, and every 
foreign guest, Whom he had home invited 
and feasted with the best. 

CXIV

 The sumptuous festal lasted e'en to 
the fourteenth day, The while was heard 
unceasing the sound of mirth and play, 
That in the crowd of pleasures the 
wilder'd guests were lost. Unmatch'd 
was Gunther's splendor and boundless 
was his cost. 

CXV

 By the good king's order, to many a 
warrior bold His kinsmen in his honor 
gave robes and ruddy gold, And steeds 
and store of silver, and so their wants 
supplied, That not a stranger was there 
but parted satisfied. 

CXVI

 As well good King Siegfried, the 
knight of Netherland, And his thousand 
champions their robes, with liberal 
hand, And all they had brought thither 
alike were pleas'd to give, Fair steeds 
and costly trappings; like nobles they 
knew how to live. 

CXVII

 To those, whose thoughts were 
homeward, the hours seem'd all too 
long, Ere the rich gifts were lavish'd 
among the gladsome throng. Never before 
was party dismiss'd in merrier plight. 
So the high feast concluded; thence off 
rode many a knight. 



ELEVENTH ADVENTURE

HOW SIEGFRIED BROUGHT HIS WIFE HOME 

I

 The festal hall was silent, and parted 
every guest, When thus the son of 
Siegmund his loving friends address'd. 
"We too must make us ready, and 
forthwith home return." Glad was his 
noble consort her lord's resolve to 
learn. 

II

 She thus bespake the warrior, "Since 
we are home to fare, Of over-haste in 
parting, I beg thee, well beware. First 
should of right my brethren with me the 
lands divide." Sir Siegfried heard with 
sorrow these words from his fair bride. 

III

 Then came to him the princes, and thus 
spake all the three, "Know that for 
you, King Siegfried, shall ever ready 
be Our true and loving service, that 
e'en of death is vow'd." To them for 
their fair promise the stately warrior 
bow'd. 

IV

 "With you too we are anxious," said 
Giselher the young, "To part the lands 
and castles that to us all belong. Of 
all the broad possessions, o'er which 
the rule we bear, We'll yield to you 
and Kriemhild a good and ample share." 

V

 Soon as the son of Siegmund their 
loving offer heard, To the noble 
princes this answer he preferr'd. "God 
grant you long enjoyment of your 
possessions fair; For me and my dear 
consort, our part we well can spare. 

VI

 "The right that you allow her my wife 
may well lay down; Henceforth in my 
country she'll wear the queenly crown, 
And, should I live, be richer than any 
living wight. In all things else, your 
bidding I'll do with all my might." 

VII

 "In th' heritage," said Kriemhild, 
"though you renounce our rights, Not of 
so little value are our Burgundian 
knights; Them might a king be happy to 
bring into his land, And I my portion 
in them claim at each brother's hand." 

VIII

 "Take whom thou wilt, fair sister," 
Sir Gernot straight replied, "No doubt 
you'll find abundance, who long with 
you to ride. From thirty hundred 
vassals, each one a chosen man, Take 
for thy train a thousand." Kriemhild to 
send began 

IX

 First for Ortwine and Hagan, the noble 
knights and true, If they and their 
bold kinsmen would Kriemhild serve and 
sue. Thereat wax'd Hagan wrathful, and 
frowning thus 'gan say, "Nor right nor 
power has Gunther to give us thus away. 

X

 "For followers and companions seek 
elsewhere if you will. As for our Trony 
customs, sure you must know them still. 
At court we guard our princes, nor from 
this duty swerve. Thus here we serv'd 
them ever, thus will we ever serve." 

XI

 Thereto was made no answer; all on 
their journey thought. Her noble train 
together the lady Kriemhild brought, 
Two and thirty maidens and five hundred 
men. Eckewart the Margrave follow'd 
Kriemhild then. 

XII

 Leave last by all was taken, both by 
squire and knight And by dame and 
damsel, as fitting was and right. With 
many a kiss they parted, and many a 
grasp of hand, And so not ill contented 
they left King Gunther's land. 

XIII

 Far rode their loving kinsmen to bring 
them on their way; Each night they 
found them quarters where'er it pleas'd 
them stay, While they upon their 
journey through Gunther's country went 
Then messengers were forthwith to old 
King Siegmund sent, 

XIV

 To him and to Dame Sieglind the hasty 
news to bear, That his son was coming, 
and with him Kriemhild fair, The 
daughter of Dame Uta, from Worms beyond 
the Rhine. Ne'er to such welcome 
tidings did they their ears incline. 

XV

 "Ah! well is me," cried Siegmund, 
"that I this day have seen, That here 
the lovely Kriemhild should move a 
crowned queen My heritage high worship 
shall hence and honor gain; Here too my 
son Siegfried himself a king shall 
reign." 

XVI

 Then gave the Lady Sieglind good store 
of velvet red; Full weight of gold and 
silver shower'd she for newsman's 
bread. Much at the gladsome tidings 
rejoic'd the royal dame. Her train 
themselves apparel'd as nobles well 
became. 

XVII

 'Twas told her, who was coming with 
him into the land. Then rais'd in haste 
were sittings, as Sieglind gave 
command, Whither crown'd should march 
Sir Siegfried in front of all his 
train. Then forth to meet the strangers 
rode Siegmund's knights amain. 

XVIII

 If e'er was heartier welcome than was 
receiv'd that day In good King 
Siegmund's country, is more than I can 
say. To meet the lovely Kriemhild the 
royal Sieglind came With many a lovely 
lady and many a knight of fame. 

XIX

 A whole day's journey's distance, till 
came the guests in view. Then no small 
toil and trouble both friends and 
strangers knew To reach a spacious 
fortress (Xanten the name it bore), 
Where royal crowns thereafter the bride 
and bridegroom wore. 

XX

 Sieglind and Siegmund wecom'd fair 
Kriemhild lovingly; With laughing mouth 
full often they kiss'd her tenderly, 
And did as much to Siegfried; far flown 
was all their care. All the train of 
followers were warmly greeted there. 

XXI

 Straight were brought the strangers to 
Siegmund's royal hall. Down there the 
lovely maidens from horse were lifted 
all By knights and squires officious, 
and many a high-born man To wait on 
beauteous ladies with courtly zeal 
began. 

XXII

 How great soe'er the splendor of 
Gunther's marriage day, Yet here were 
fairer garments profusely given away 
Than ever yet at festals had deck'd the 
warriors bold; Of their surpassing 
richness marvels might be told. 

XXIII

 As sat they in high honor with all 
delights in store, What bright 
gold-color'd raiment their joyful 
followers wore, Laces and stones full 
precious fair work'd in vesture sheen! 
Well were the guests entreated by the 
rich and noble queen. 

XXIV

 Then spake the good Sir Siegmund 
before his friends in hall, "This my 
resolve declare I to Siegfried's 
kinsmen all, That he before these 
warriors my royal crown shall wear." 
The news gave full contentment to the 
Netherlanders there. 

XXV

 His crown and power he gave him and 
seisin of his land; Their master then 
became he; zealous was every hand To 
execute his judgments; his mouth 
pronounc'd the law. To th' husband of 
fair Kriemhild all look'd with fear and 
awe. 

XXVI

 So liv'd he in high honor, a rightful 
monarch crown'd, And giving righteous 
judgment till the tenth year came 
round, When the fair queen his consort 
bore him at last an heir. Glad were 
thereat his kinsmen, glad too the royal 
pair. 

XXVII

 Forthwith the babe was christen'd, and 
given him was a name After his uncle 
Gunther; it could not bring him shame. 
If he his kin resembled, in worth he 
would excel; His parents, as became 
them, train'd up the infant well. 

XXVIII

 About the self-same season the Lady 
Sieglind died; The child of noble Uta 
her vacant place supplied, And to the 
power succeeded that Sieglind held 
before. The people deeply sorrow'd that 
Sieglind was no more. 

XXIX

 Next messengers came posting the 
joyful news to bring, How by the Rhine 
to Gunther, the stout Burgundian king, 
A son was borne by Brunhild the once 
relentless dame; He for the love of 
Siegfried receiv'd the hero's name. 

XXX

 With every care they train'd him; 
Gunther his father dear Bade tutors the 
young infant in every virtue rear, 
That, nurtur'd so to manhood, all 
worship he might win. Ah! by mishap 
thereafter how lost he all his kin! 

XXXI

 Thenceforward at all seasons full many 
a tale was told, How nobly and how 
knightly the wariors fierce and bold 
Liv'd in the land of Siegmund; fame 
voiced their praises loud. Like them 
lived good King Gunther and his noble 
kinsmen proud. 

XXXII

 Their land the Nibelungers of 
Siegfried held in fee; None e'er of all 
his kindred so wealthy was as he. His 
were the knights of Schilbung and both 
the brethren's store. Through this the 
bold Sir Siegfried himself the loftier 
bore. 

XXXIII

 The richest of all treasures, that 
e'er was gain'd by knight, Save by its 
former masters, he held by conqueror's 
right. The same before a mountain by 
dint of sword he won. To win it, many a 
champion his hand to death had done. 

XXXIV

 Huge was his wealth and worship; yet, 
had he naught possess'd Whoever look'd 
upon him could not but have confess'd, 
He was the prowest champion that e'er 
in saddle sat. All trembled at his 
manhood; good cause had they for that. 



TWELFTH ADVENTURE

HOW GUNTHER INVITED SIEGFRIED TO THE 
FESTIVAL 

I

 Still Gunther's consort ever thought 
with deep-musing care, Why should the 
Lady Kriemhild herself so proudly bear? 
And yet her husband Siegfried--what but 
our man is he? And late but little 
service has yielded for his fee. 

II

 In her heart his thought she foster'd 
deep in its inmost core; That still 
they kept such distance, a secret 
grudge she bore. How came it that their 
vassal to court declin'd to go, Nor for 
his land did homage, she inly yearn'd 
to know. 

III

 She made request of Gunther, and 
begg'd it so might be, That she the 
absent Kriemhild yet once again might 
see, And told him too, in secret, 
whereon her thoughts were bent. With 
the words she utter'd her lord was 
scarce content. 

IV

 "How could we bring them hither," the 
king in turn began, "Such a length of 
journey? 'twere past the power of man. 
I could not ask it of them, they dwell 
from us so wide." Thereto in haughty 
fashion the frowning queen replied, 

V

 "How rich soe'er a vassal, how broad 
soe'er his lands, Obedience is his 
duty, whate'er his lord commands." Sure 
could but smile Sir Gunther when thus 
he heard her fret. 'Twas not for suit 
and service that he and Siegfried met. 

VI

 Said she, "Dear lord, for my sake thy 
efforts join with mine, That Siegfried 
and thy sister once more may seek the 
Rhine, That we again may see them, and 
all in love unite. Nothing, I well 
assure thee, could give me more 
delight. 

VII

 "What soft emotion soothes me, 
whene'er I call to mind Thy sister's 
noble graces, her accent soft and kind, 
And how, when both were married, we 
both sat side by side! No doubt may she 
with honor be Siegfried's loving 
bride." 

VIII

 She press'd so long, that Gunther 
replied with alter'd cheer, "Now know 
that guests so welcome never saw I 
here. Much pressing little needed; so 
messengers of mine I'll send to bid 
them hasten hither to the Rhine." 

IX

 Thereto the queen made answer, "Tell 
me now, I pray, When you will send to 
ask them, and about what day We may 
expect the travellers to both of us so 
dear; And who will bear your message, I 
willingly would hear." 

X

 "So will I do," replied he; "thirty of 
my men Shall be commission'd thither." 
Forthwith he summon'd them Those by 
whom his message to Siegfried's land he 
sent, Brunhild sumptuous vesture gave 
them to their full content. 

XI

 Then spake the king, "Ye warriors, 
from me this message bear (That you 
keep back nothing I bid you well 
beware), Which I to valiant Siegfried 
and to my sister send, That in this 
world can no man to both be more a 
friend; 

XII

 "And beg them hasten hither us on the 
Rhine to see; It shall be well requited 
both by my wife and me. By the next 
midsummer he and his men shall find 
From every one among us high honor, 
welcome kind. 

XIII

 "Unto the good King Siegmund my 
service, too, commend; Say, I and mine 
shall ever hold him as our friend. Bid 
too my sister hasten to meet her 
kinsmen dear. Ne'er graced she royal 
festal like that which waits her here." 

XIV

 Brunhild and Uta and every lady there 
Into the land of Siegfried their 
greeting bade them bear To many a noble 
warrior and many a lady gay. So with 
the king's commission the couriers went 
their way. 

XV

 To start they now were ready; to each 
of all the band Was brought both steed 
and vesture; so rode they from the 
land. With happy haste they journey'd, 
and ever prick'd they hard; The king 
had sent an escort his messengers to 
guard. 

XVI

 In the weary journey three toilsome 
weeks they spent. At last in Niblung's 
castle, whither they had been sent, 
E'en in the march of Norway, they found 
king Siegmund's son. Horses alike and 
riders were travel-tainted and fordone. 

XVII

 To Siegfried and to Kriemhild 
forthwith the tidings came, That 
knights had journey'd thither, whose 
venture was the same As what by men of 
worship was born in Burgundy. From her 
day-bed Kriemhild up sprung hastily. 

XVIII

 Sudden to a window she bade a damsel 
go, Who saw bold Gary standing in the 
court below, Him, and his valiant 
comrades on the same errand bound. For 
her long-brooded sorrow what rapture 
then she found! 

XIX

 Loud call'd she to her husband, "See 
you, where they stand Down in the court 
there waiting, stout Gary and his band, 
Whom my good brother Gunther has sent 
us down the Rhine?" "Welcome are they," 
said Siegfried, "welcome to me and 
mine." 

XX

 Where they saw them standing, all the 
household ran; They kindly then 
saluted, as man encounter'd man, And, 
as they best could please them, spoke 
many a friendly word, With no small joy 
King Siegmund of their arrival heard. 

XXI

 Straight were allotted quarters to 
Gary and his men, And charge ta'en of 
their courses; the messengers went then 
To where sat bold Sir Siegfried by 
gentle Kriemhild's side; They were to 
court invited, and so they thither 
hied. 

XXII

 Uprose, as in they enter'd, the host 
and his fair dame. Full well receiv'd 
was Gary, and all who with him came His 
followers, Gunther's liegemen from 
distant Burgundy. To a seat the warrior 
was motion'd courteously. 

XXIII

 "Nay, deign," said he, "our message to 
hear before we sit, And us, way-wearied 
wanderers, the while to stand permit. 
We have to tell you tidings to us 
committed late By Gunther and by 
Brunhild, who are both in best estate; 

XXIV

 "And from the Lady Uta we come, your 
mother dear, And from the good Sir 
Gernot and youthful Giselher, And from 
your choicest kinsmen, who all with 
kind intent By us to you their service 
from Burgundy have sent." 

XXV

 "Now God then quit!" said Siegfried, 
"that they're sincere and true, I trust 
with full assurance, as men with 
friends should do. The same too feels 
their sister. Now further to us tell, 
Whether our friends in Rhineland are 
hearty all and well. 

XXVI

 "Since we from them departed, has any 
neighboring foe Harried my consort's 
kindred? this let me surely know. To 
them by me shall ever such friendly aid 
be lent, That their wrong the doers 
shall bitterly repent." 

XXVII

 Thereto the Margrave Gary, the good 
knight, made reply, "Fraught with all 
manly virtues they bear them proud and 
high. They bid you to a festal, which 
they at home prepare. You need not 
doubt, your kinsmen would gladly see 
you there. 

XXVIII

 "They also beg my lady thither with 
you to wend, Soon as the blustering 
winter shall come at length to end, You 
both ere next midsummer they all expect 
to see." Then said the valiant 
Siegfried, "That can hardly be." 

XXIX

 But straight the bold Burgundian Gary 
gave this reply, "Surely your mother 
Uta you never can deny, Nor Giselher, 
nor Gernot, who all would meet you 
fain. That you dwell so far distant, I 
hear them daily plain. 

XXX

 "Brunhild, my noble lady, and all her 
maidens fair, Are glad to think that 
forthwith you thither will repair. That 
they once more may see you, fills every 
heart with glee." His words to lovely 
Kriemhild seem'd full good to be. 

XXXI

 Gary was her kinsman; him begg'd the 
host to sit, And straight bade fill the 
goblets to pledge them, as was fit; 
Then too, to meet the envoys, King 
Siegmund join'd the rest, And to the 
bold Burgundians these friendly words 
address'd: 

XXXII

 "Welcome, ye men of Gunther! since 
Siegfried, my good son, Your noble lady 
Kriemhild for his wife has won, You at 
our court more frequent we should have 
gladly seen. Your presence of our 
friendship the surest bond had been." 

XXXIII

 They said, whene'er he wish'd it, they 
willingly would come. Their toil and 
teen through gladness forgot they all 
and some. Siegfried bade all be seated, 
and viands of the best, And in full 
abundance, be brought to every guest. 

XXXIV

 Nine days in mirth and feasting the 
envoys needs must stay. At length the 
active warriors could brook no more 
delay. Again would they ride homeward; 
on that their minds were bent In th' 
interval King Siegfried for his friends 
had sent. 

XXXV

 He ask'd them what they counsel'd; he 
needs must to the Rhine; "I bidden am 
by Gunther that dear friend of mine. At 
a high feast my presence he and his 
kinsmen pray. Fain would I ride 
thither, were't not so far away. 

XXXVI

 "They beg moreover, Kriemhild the 
journey too may share. Now, my good 
friends, advise me; what's best to do, 
declare. Should they for them request 
me to harry thirty lands, Well they 
such warlike service might claim at 
Siegfried's hands." 

XXXVII

 Thereto his knights thus answer'd, "As 
you desire to speed, If you this feast 
will visit, hearken to our rede. Take 
of your best warriors a thousand by 
your side. So 'midst the bold 
Burgundians in honor you'll abide." 

XXXVIII

 Then spake the lord of Netherland, 
Siegmund the frank and free, "If you're 
for this high festal, why say not so to 
me? I, if it not displease you, will 
with you to the Rhine, And bring, to 
swell your squadron, a hundred knights 
of mine." 

XXXIX

 "Will you too journey with us, my 
father ever dear?" Exclaim'd the bold 
Sir Siegfried; "it glads me this to 
hear. Within twelve days at furthest 
we'll wend upon our way." To all, who 
ask'd, then gave he good steeds and 
garments gay. 

XL

 When now to take the journey fix'd was 
the king's design, He bade the knights 
of Gunther ride back unto the Rhine, 
And sent by them a message to 
Kriemhild's kinsmen there, That to the 
feast, they purpos'd, full fain would 
he repair. 

XLI

 Siegfried and Kriemhild (so says the 
tale) bestow'd More gifts upon the 
envoys, than o'er such length of road 
Their horses home could carry; a 
wealthy man was he. They drove their 
strong-back'd sumpters merrily o'er the 
lea. 

XLII

 Siegfried and eke Siegmund their 
people cloth'd anew; Eckewart the 
Margrave all Siegfried's country 
through Bade seek out women's raiment, 
whate'er was stored in chest Or could 
be bought for money, the choicest and 
the best. 

XLIII

 Rich saddles were made ready, and 
shields of glittering pride. To the 
knights and ladies, that should with 
Siegfried ride, Whate'er they wish'd 
was granted; none wanted there for 
ought. To his friends in Rhineland many 
a lordly guest he brought. 

XLIV

 Meanwhile homeward speeding prick'd 
the envoys fast. Back came the noble 
Gary to Burgundy at last. He met with 
hearty welcome; straight they 
dismounted all From war-horse and from 
palfrey before King Gunther's hall. 

XLV

 Old and young (as the use is) ran up 
from every side, And ask'd what news 
they brought them? the noble knights 
replied, "When I the king have told it, 
'twill spread to all around." Then went 
he with his comrades to where the king 
he found. 

XLVI

 From sheer pleasure Gunther started 
from his seat At the happy tidings; 
that they had come so fleet, Much 
thanks had they from Brunhild. Gunther 
straight begun, "How fares it with 
Siegfried, who so much for me has 
done?" 

XLVII

 "To hear of you," said Gary, "he 
redden'd with delight, Both he, and eke 
your sister; never living wight Sent 
his friends a message so tender and so 
true, As by me Sir Siegfried and his 
father have to you." 

XLVIII

 Then to the valiant margrave the noble 
queen 'gan say, "Tell me, is Kriemhild 
coming? does still her form display The 
beauty and soft graces, she well to 
foster knew?" The good knight, Gary, 
answer'd, "She's surely coming too." 

XLIX

 Then before Dame Uta the messengers 
were brought; Well without her asking 
could Gary guess her thought, So, ere 
she put the question, "How did 
Kriemhild fare?" He said, how he had 
found her, and that she'd soon be 
there. 

L

 Of all the gorgeous presents nothing 
was left untold, Given them by good Sir 
Siegfried; the raiment and the gold, 
That the three brethren's lieges might 
view them forth were laid. With thanks 
the gracious giver was by them all 
repaid. 

LI

 "Ay! of his own," said Hagan, "full 
lightly he may give; 'Tis past his 
power to spend it, should he forever 
live. The Nibelungers' treasure holds 
he by strength of hand. Ah! would it 
were brought hither to our Burgundian 
land!" 

LII

 The court, both knights and ladies, 
were all with joy elate To hear that 
they were coming. Early forthwith and 
late The friends of the three brethren 
were busied every man; Seats with 
sumptuous trappings to raise they 
straight began. 

LIII

 Hunolt and eke Sindolt, the hardy 
knights and true, Had not a moment's 
leisure; full work had they to do The 
while, as sewer and butler, and many a 
bench to raise. Ortwine for th' aid he 
gave them had Gunther's thanks and 
praise. 

LIV

 Sore toil'd the chief cook, Rumolt; 
ah! how his orders ran Among his 
understrappers! how many a pot and pan, 
How many a mighty cauldron rattled and 
rang again! They dress'd a world of 
dishes for all th' expected train. 

LV

 Nor less was then the labor to the 
fair ladies known, As they prepar'd 
their garments; many a precious stone 
They set in gold far-beaming, and 
glitter'd both so bright, And with such 
grace they wore them, as ravish'd every 
sight. 



THIRTEENTH ADVENTURE

HOW THEY WENT TO THE FESTIVAL 

I

 Now we awhile must leave them on 
household toils intent, And tell how 
Lady Kriemhild and her maidens went 
From the Nibelungers' country to the 
Rhine's fair shore. Such plenty of rich 
vesture never sumpters bore. 

II

 Dispatch'd were travelling cases well 
fraught with precious load; Then with 
his queen and comrades Sir Siegfried 
forward rode. Her heart with pleasure's 
promise was ready to o'erflow; All was 
chang'd thereafter to wail and mortal 
woe. 

III

 At home, since so it needed, they left 
their infant heir, The son that valiant 
Siegfried begot on Kriemhild fair. To 
the poor boy misfortune that fatal 
journey bore; His father and his mother 
saw he never more. 

IV

 And with them good Sir Siegmund 
prick'd forth in merry mood. Had he but 
once foreboded the woes that thence 
ensued, At that disastrous festal he 
ne'er had sat a guest, Ne'er had he 
seen the ruin of those he loved the 
best. 

V

 Dispatch'd before were couriers to say 
they were at hand Straight rode out to 
meet them a royal vested band, Many a 
friend of Uta's, of Gunther's many a 
knight. The host himself was stirring 
to welcome them aright. 

VI

 Forthwith he sought out Brunhild, 
where sat the stately dame. "How did my 
sister greet you when first you hither 
came? So greet the wife of Siegfried, 
take care to fail in nought." "So will 
I," said she, "gladly; I love her as I 
ought." 

VII

 "To-morrow they'll be with us," said 
he, "by early day, So, if you mean to 
greet them, be stirring while you may. 
We must not, sure, be lurking within 
the castle here. Never had I the 
fortune to welcome guests so dear." 

VIII

 She bade her dames and damsels look 
out their choicest vests, The same they 
wore at festals before high-honor'd 
guests, Such were to be expected with 
to-morrow's sun, I need not say her 
bidding right willingly was done. 

IX

 Then too, to do their service the men 
of Gunther sped. With him all his 
warriors the host in squadron led. Next 
the queen came pacing full royally 
array'd. To guests belov'd so dearly 
was goodliest welcome made. 

X

 With what joy and gladness welcom'd 
were they there! It seem'd, when came 
Dame Brunhild to Burgundy whilere, Her 
welcome by Dame Kriemhild less tender 
was and true; The heart of each 
beholder beat higher at the view. 

XI

 Now too was come Sir Siegfried with 
all his men around. You might see the 
warriors careering o'er the ground, Now 
hither and now thither, with 
fire-sparkling hoof. From the dust and 
tumult none could keep aloof. 

XII

 When Siegfried and eke Siegmund met 
King Gunther's eyes, The host both son 
and father bespoke in loving wise. "To 
me you are right welcome, to all my 
friends as dear. It is our pride and 
pleasure as guests to have you here." 

XIII

 "Now God you quit!" said Siegmund, the 
grave and reverend man; "Ever since my 
Siegfried you for his comrade wan, My 
wish had it been always to see you and 
to know." "Right glad I am," said 
Gunther, "it now has happen'd so." 

XIV

 Receiv'd was bold Sir Siegfried, as 
fitted well his state, With the highest 
honors; no man bore him hate. Young 
Giselher and Gernot proffer'd all 
courtly care; Never met friend or 
kinsman reception half so fair. 

XV

 Now either king's fair consort nigh to 
the other came; Emptied were store of 
saddles; many a smiling dame To the 
grass by stalwart champions down was 
lifted light. In the ladies' service 
how busy was many a knight! 

XVI

 And now the lovely ladies each to the 
other went. Thereat was many a 
chieftain full well at heart content, 
When both a welcome offer'd so friendly 
and so fair. Meanwhile the warriors 
ceas'd not to tend the ladies there. 

XVII

 Chieftain now to chieftain held out 
the cordial hand; Low bows were made in 
plenty by either courtly band. Amongst 
the high-born ladies pass'd many a 
loving kiss. Both Gunther's men and 
Siegfried's were fain to look on this. 

XVIII

 They linger'd there no longer, but 
toward the city rode. To his guests 
King Gunther by every action show'd How 
welcome was their presence to all in 
Burgundy. Young knights before young 
maidens ran tilting joyously. 

XIX

 The power of mighty Hagan and eke of 
bold Ortwine Well there might each 
beholder from what he saw divine. 
Whate'er they pleas'd to order, from 
all obedience won; To the lov'd guests 
by either was courtly service done. 

XX

 The shields they clang'd and clatter'd 
before the castle gate With fencing and 
with foining; long time had there to 
wait His guests and good King Gunther 
ere they could enter in. They pass'd 
the time right joyous amidst the press 
and din. 

XXI

 So to the spacious palace on rode they 
merrily. You might see rich 
foot-cloths, well cut and artfully, 
Down hang from o'er the saddle of many 
a high-born dame. Forward to receive 
them King Gunther's servants came. 

XXII

 Then to their several chambers the 
guests were led aside. From time to 
time Queen Brunhild with searching 
glances eyed The love-enkindling 
Kriemhild; lovely she was indeed; Her 
hue the gold outsparkled that glitter'd 
in her weed. 

XXIII

 At Worms through all the city rang the 
mirthsome shout Of the rejoicing 
followers; Gunther the noisy rout 
Commended to his marshal, and bade him 
treat them fair; Dankwart sought out 
good quarters and fitly lodg'd them 
there. 

XXIV

 Without, within, was feasting; 
unbounded was the store. Sure stranger 
guests were never treated so well 
before. It only needed asking, and all 
was straight supplied; So rich a king 
was Gunther that nothing was denied. 

XXV

 With friendly zeal they serv'd them, 
with hearts devoid of hate; Amidst his 
guests at table the host exulting sate. 
To sit was bidden Siegfried where he of 
yore had done. With him strode to the 
banquet proud warriors many a one. 

XXVI

 Twelve hundred stalwart champions in 
circle there were seen With him at 
table sitting; Brunhild, the watchful 
queen, Thought to herself, no vassal 
could ever wealthier be. Still him she 
so far favor'd, that from harm she left 
him free. 

XXVII

 All that feastful evening, as sat the 
king to dine, Store of the richest 
vesture was wetted by the wine, That in 
hasty hurry the butlers ever pour'd. 
Sore toil'd they in their service at 
that o'ercrowded board. 

XXVIII

 Then, as is still the custom at each 
well-order'd feast, To rest the dames 
and damsels were in good time releas'd. 
All guests with gifts and honors, from 
whenceso'er they came, The noble host 
entreated as well beseem'd his fame. 

XXIX

 When now the night was over, and 
reappear'd the dawn, By the fair hands 
of ladies was many a jewel drawn, 
Sparkling in goodly raiment, from many 
a travelling chest, And out was sought 
and hurried many a lordly vest. 

XXX

 Ere 'twas full day, came flocking the 
palace hall around Knights and squires 
in plenty; then arose the sound Of 
matins sung to Gunther, and, when this 
was done, So well rode youthful 
warriors, that the king's thanks they 
won. 

XXXI

 Shrill fifes and loud-voic'd clarions 
and blaring trumpet-clang Mix'd with 
the shouts of thousands, that all the 
city rang, And through the startled 
welkin th' alarum spread around. Proud 
knights on strong-hoof'd chargers rode 
thund'ring o'er the ground. 

XXXII

 At once without the city a tourney 
they began. There his career exulting 
many a young warrior ran, Whom his 
fresh boiling courage impell'd to 
honor's field. Many a knight of prowess 
was there seen under shield. 

XXXIII

 Many a stately matron and many a 
smiling maid Sat at the castle windows 
in costly robes array'd, And look'd on 
while the warriors display'd their 
skill and force; The good host with his 
comrades himself would run a course. 

XXXIV

 The time seem'd not to linger, so 
merrily it pass'd. Pealing from the 
minster they heard the bells at last. 
Then up were led the palfreys; forth 
rode each lady bright; The noble queens 
were follow'd by many a valiant knight. 

XXXV

 Down before the minster they lighted 
on the green. Still to her guests was 
gracious King Gunther's haughty queen. 
Both crown'd, into the minster they 
stepp'd with royal state. Too soon 
their love was sunder'd and all through 
jealous hate! 

XXXVI

 Soon as the mass was over, with regal 
pomp and pride Thence came they to the 
palace, and straight exulting hied To 
the joyous banquet, and neither stop 
nor stay Was put to the high festal 
until th' eleventh day. 

XXXVII

 Then thought Queen Brunhild, "Silent 
no longer I'll remain. Howe'er to pass 
I bring it, Kriemhild shall explain, 
Wherefore so long her husband, who 
holds of us in fee, Has left undone his 
service; this sure shall answer'd be." 

XXXVIII

 So still she brooded mischief, and 
conn'd her devil's lore, Till she broke 
off in sorrow the feast so blithe 
before. Ever at her heart lay closely 
what came perforce to light. Many a 
land she startled with horror and 
affright. 



FOURTEENTH ADVENTURE

HOW THE TWO QUEENS REVILED ONE ANOTHER 

I

 One day at th' hour of vespers a loud 
alarum rose From certain lusty 
champions that for their pastime chose 
To prove themselves at tilting in the 
castle court; Then many a knight and 
lady ran thither to see the sport. 

II

 There were the proud queens sitting 
together, as befell, Each on a good 
knight thinking that either lov'd full 
well. Then thus began fair Kriemhild, 
"My husband's of such might, That 
surely o'er these kingdoms he ought to 
rule by right." 

III

 Then answer'd Lady Brunhild, "Nay, how 
can that be shown? Were there none 
other living but thou and he alone, 
Then might, no doubt, the kingdoms be 
rul'd by him and thee, But, long as 
Gunther's living, that sure can never 
be." 

IV

 Thereto rejoin'd fair Kriemhild, 
"See'st thou how proud he stands, How 
proud he stalks, conspicuous among 
those warrior bands, As doth the moon 
far-beaming the glimmering stars 
outshine? Sure have I cause to pride me 
when such a knight is mine." 

V

 Thereto replied Queen Brunhild, "How 
brave soe'er he be, How stout soe'er or 
stately, one greater is than he. 
Gunther, thy noble brother, a higher 
place may claim, Of knights and kings 
the foremost in merit and in fame." 

VI

 Thereto rejoin'd fair Kriemhild, "So 
worthy is my mate, All praise that I 
can give him can ne'er be term'd too 
great. In all he does how matchless? in 
honor too how clear! Believ'st thou 
this, Queen Brunhild? at least he's 
Gunther's peer." 

VII

 "Thou should'st not so perversely, 
Kriemhild, my meaning take. What I 
said, assure thee, with ample cause I 
spake. I heard them both allow it, then 
when both first I saw, And the stout 
king in battle compell'd me to his law. 

VIII

 "E'en then, when my affection he so 
knightly won, 'Twas fairly own'd by 
Siegfried that he was Gunther's man. 
Myself I heard him own it, and such I 
hold him still." "Forsooth," replied 
fair Kriemhild, "they must have used me 
ill. 

IX

 "How could my noble brethren their 
power have so applied, As to make me, 
their sister, a lowly vassal's bride? 
For manners' sake then, Brunhild, this 
idle talk give o'er, And, by our common 
friendship, let me hear no more." 

X

 "Give o'er will I never," the queen 
replied again; "Shall I renounce the 
service of all the knightly train That 
hold of him, our vassal, and are our 
vassals too?" Into sudden anger at this 
fair Kriemhild flew. 

XI

 "Ay! but thou must renounce it, for 
never will he grace Thee with his 
vassal service: he fills a higher place 
Than e'en my brother Gunther, noble 
though be his strain. Henceforth thou 
should'st be wiser, nor hold such talk 
again. 

XII

 "I wonder, too, since Siegfried thy 
vassal is by right, Since both of us 
thou rulest with so much power and 
might, Why to thee his service so long 
he has denied. Nay! I can brook no 
longer thy insolence and pride." 

XIII

 "Thyself too high thou bearest," 
Brunhild answer made; "Fain would I see 
this instant whether to thee be paid 
Public respect and honor such as waits 
on me." Then both the dames with anger 
lowering you might see. 

XIV

 "So shall it be," said Kriemhild, "to 
meet thee I'm prepar'd Since thou my 
noble husband a vassal hast declar'd, 
By the men of both our consorts to-day 
it shall be seen, That I the church 
dare enter before King Gunther's queen. 

XV

 "To-day by proof thou'lt witness, what 
lofty birth is mine, And that my noble 
husband worthier is than thine; Nor for 
this with presumption shall I be tax'd 
I trow; To-day thou'lt see moreover thy 
lowly vassal go 

XVI

 "To court before the warriors here in 
Burgundy. Assure thee, thou'lt behold 
me honor'd more royally Than the 
proudest princess that ever here wore 
crown." The dames their spite attested 
with many a scowl and frown. 

XVII

 "Since thou wilt be no vassal," 
Brunhild rejoin'd again, "Then thou 
with thy women must apart remain From 
my dames and damsels, as to the church 
we go." Thereto Kriemhild answer'd, 
"Trust me it shall be so. 

XVIII

 "Array ye now, my maidens," said 
Siegfried's haughty dame, "You must not 
let your mistress here be put to shame. 
That you have gorgeous raiment make 
plain to every eye. What she has just 
asserted, she soon shall fain deny." 

XIX

 They needed not much bidding; all 
sought out their best; Matrons alike 
and maidens each donn'd a glittering 
vest. Queen Brunhild with her meiny was 
now upon her way. By this was deck'd 
fair Kriemhild in royal rich array, 

XX

 With three and forty maidens, whom she 
to Rhine had brought; Bright stuffs 
were their apparel in far Arabia 
wrought. So towards the minster march'd 
the maidens fair; All the men of 
Siegfried were waiting for them there. 

XXI

 Strange thought it each beholder, what 
there by all was seen, How with their 
trains far-sunder'd pass'd either noble 
queen, Not walking both together as was 
their wont before, Full many a prowest 
warrior thereafter rued it sore. 

XXII

 Now before the minster the wife of 
Gunther stood; Meanwhile by way of 
pastime many a warrior good Held light 
and pleasant converse with many a 
smiling dame; When up the lovely 
Kriemhild with her radiant meiny came. 

XXIII

 All that the noblest maiden had ever 
donn'd before Was as wind to the 
splendor her dazzling ladies wore. So 
rich her own apparel in gold and 
precious things, She alone might 
out-glitter the wives of thirty kings. 

XXIV

 Howe'er he might be willing, yet none 
could dare deny That such resplendent 
vesture never met mortal eye As on that 
fair retinue then sparkled to the sun. 
Except to anger Brunhild, Kriemhild had 
not so done. 

XXV

 Both met before the minster in all the 
people's sight; There at once the 
hostess let out her deadly spite. 
Bitterly and proudly she bade fair 
Kriemhild stand; "No vassalless 
precedeth the lady of the land." 

XXVI

 Out then spake fair Kriemhild (full of 
wrath was she), "Could'st thou still be 
silent, better 'twere for thee. Thou'st 
made thy beauteous body a dishonor'd 
thing. How can a vassal's leman be 
consort of a king?" 

XXVII

 "Whom here call'st thou leman?" said 
the queen again; "So call I thee," said 
Kriemhild; "thy maidenly disdain 
Yielded first to Siegfried, my husband, 
Siegmund's son; Ay! 'was not my brother 
that first thy favors won. 

XXVIII

 "Why, where were then thy senses? sure 
'twas a crafty train, To take a lowly 
lover, to ease a vassal's pain! 
Complaints from thee," said Kriemhild, 
"methinks are much amiss." "Verily," 
said Brunhild, "Gunther shall hear of 
this." 

XXIX

 "And why should that disturb me? thy 
pride hath thee betray'd. Why didst 
thou me, thy equal, with vassalship 
upbraid? Know this for sure and certain 
(to speak it gives me pain) Never can I 
meet thee in cordial love again." 

XXX

 Then bitterly wept Brunhild; Kriemhild 
no longer stay'd; Straight with all her 
followers before the queen she made Her 
way into the minster; then deadly hate 
'gan rise; And starting tears 
o'erclouded the shine of brightest 
eyes. 

XXXI

 For all the solemn service, for all 
the chanted song, Still it seemed to 
Brunhild they linger'd all too long. 
Both on her mind and body a load like 
lead there lay. Many a high-born hero 
for her sorrow was to pay. 

XXXII

 Brunhild stopp'd with her ladies 
without the minster door. Thought she, 
"This wordy woman shall tell me 
something more Of her charge against me 
spread so loud and rife. If he has but 
so boasted, let him look to his life!" 

XXXIII

 Now came the noble Kriemhild begirt 
with many a knight; Then spake the 
noble Brunhild, "Stop and do me right. 
You've voic'd me for a wanton; prove it 
ere you go. You and your foul speeches 
have wrought me pain and woe." 

XXXIV

 Then spake the Lady Kriemhild, "'Twere 
wiser to forbear; E'en with the gold 
I'll prove it that on my hand I wear; 
'Twas this that Siegfried brought me 
from where by you he lay." Never liv'd 
Queen Brunhild so sorrowful a day. 

XXXV

 Said she, "That ring was stolen from 
me who held it dear, And mischievously 
hidden has since been many a year. But 
now I've met with something by which 
the thief to guess." Both the dames 
were frenzied with passion masterless. 

XXXVI

 "Thief?" made answer Kriemhild, "I 
will not brook the name. Thou would'st 
have kept silence, hadst thou a sense 
of shame. By the girdle here about me 
prove full well I can That I am ne'er a 
liar; Siegfried was indeed thy man." 

XXXVII

 'Twas of silk of Nineveh the girdle 
that she brought, With precious stones 
well garnish'd; a better ne'er was 
wrought; When Brunhild but beheld it, 
her tears she could not hold. The tale 
must needs to Gunther and all his men 
be told. 

XXXVIII

 Then outspake Queen Brunhild; "Go some 
one straight and call Hither the Prince 
of Rhineland; sure will I tell him all, 
What infamy his sister has forc'd me to 
endure, And how his wife she voices for 
Siegfried's paramour." 

XXXIX

 The king with his chieftains up came 
hastily; There saw he his beloved 
weeping bitterly. "Dearest heart!" soft 
said he, "who has serv'd you so?" With 
many a sob she answer'd, "Deep cause 
have I for woe. 

XL

 "Of my good name and honor than life 
more dear would fain Thy cruel sister 
rob me; to thee I needs must plain. She 
says her husband Siegfried my virgin 
favors won." Thereto replied King 
Gunther, "Then she foul wrong has 
done." 

XLI

 "Besides, my long-lost girdle she 
weareth as in scorn, My gold adorns her 
finger;--would I had ne'er been born! 
Is not all this an outrage to sting and 
wound me sore? King! if thou dost not 
clear me, I'll never love thee more." 

XLII

 Thereto return'd King Gunther, "I will 
do no less; If Siegfried so has 
boasted, he shall the same confess, Or 
frankly disavow it." Then turn'd he to 
his band, And bade them summon 
forthwith the Chief of Netherland. 

XLIII

 No sooner had Sir Siegfried seen them 
so ill appaid (He knew not what had 
happen'd), suddenly he said, "Why are 
these women weeping? the cause, I pray 
you, show, And why I'm hither summon'd, 
I should be glad to know." 

XLIV

 Thereto replied King Gunther, "With 
anguish I'm oppress'd. My wife has told 
me something that's poison in my 
breast. She says, thou hast been 
boasting her virgin love to have won; 
So thy wife Kriemhild told her. Hast 
thou, Sir Knight, so done?" 

XLV

 "Not I," made answer Siegfried, "and 
if she so did say, Ere I rest, she 
surely shall for her folly pay, And 
before all thy liegemen my solemn oath 
I'll take, That not to her nor others 
such words I ever spake." 

XLVI

 Then said the King of Rhineland, "Make 
this at once appear; The oath, which 
thou hast proffer'd, take before us 
here, And of all idle charges at once 
I'll set thee free." In circle the 
Burgundians all standing you might see. 

XLVII

 Straight the noble Siegfried swore 
with uplifted hand, "'Tis enough," said 
Gunther, "so well I understand Thy 
innocence, that freely all doubts I 
here remit, My sister did accuse thee, 
and I with joy acquit." 

XLVIII

 Then answer'd noble Siegfried, "If it 
avail her aught To have griev'd thy 
gentle consort, and set her thus at 
naught, Such gain of her's assure thee, 
I deeply shall lament." Then the bold 
knights fix'd glances each on the other 
bent. 

XLIX

 "Women must be instructed," said 
Siegfried the good knight, "To leave 
off idle talking, and rule their 
tongues aright. Keep thy fair wife in 
order, I'll do by mine the same. Such 
overweening folly puts me indeed to 
shame." 

L

 Hasty words have often sunder'd fair 
dames before. Then went on sad Brunhild 
to weep and wail so sore, That 
Gunther's warriors could not but pity 
such deep grief. Then to his sovran 
lady came Hagan, Trony's chief. 

LI

 He ask'd her, what had 
happen'd--wherefore he saw her weep She 
told him all the story; he vow'd to her 
full deep, That reap should Kriemhild's 
husband as he had dar'd to sow, Or that 
himself thereafter content should never 
know. 

LII

 Ortwine of Metz and Gernot both came 
to the debate, Where the collected 
chieftains advis'd on Siegfried's fate. 
Fair Uta's son, young Giselher, alike 
the council sought; He, when he heard 
the question, thus spoke his honest 
thought. 

LIII

 "Ye good knights and noble, why would 
you do this? Never sure has Siegfried 
done so much amiss, Or merited such 
hatred, that he should lose his life. 
Sure 'tis but a trifle to stir an angry 
wife." 

LIV

 "Shall we bring up bastards?" said 
Hagan furiously; "That were little 
honor for knights of our degree. He 
hath slander'd my dear lady in his 
boastful fit. Die will I in this 
quarrel, or his life shall answer it." 

LV

 Then spake himself King Gunther, 
"Naught has he done but give To us all 
love and honor; we needs must let him 
live. How can it be fitting that I 
should do him ill? True was he to us 
ever alike in deed and will." 

LVI

 The Knight of Metz in answer, Ortwine, 
then sternly said, "That strength of 
his, so matchless, shall stand him in 
no stead. Let but my lord permit me, 
myself will do the deed." Against him 
then the chieftains unrighteous doom 
decreed. 

LVII

 None urged the matter further, except 
that Hagan still, Kept ever prompting 
Gunther the guiltless blood to spill; 
Saying, that, if Siegfried perish'd, 
his death to him would bring The sway 
o'er many a kingdom. Sore mourn'd the 
wavering king. 

LVIII

 Still shrunk they from performance; 
fair sports meanwhile were plied. Ah! 
what spears were shiver'd between the 
palace wide And the lofty minster 
Siegfried's fair dame before! This with 
angry murmurs the men of Gunther bore. 

LIX

 Then said the king, "Ye warriors, 
refrain your murderous hate; Born was 
he for the safety and honor of our 
state. Besides, so stout of body is he, 
and so strong of hand; That, should he 
come to know it, none durst his fury 
stand." 

LX

 "Nay, my good lord," said Hagan, "take 
comfort and good cheer. The weeping of 
fair Brunhild, be sure, shall cost him 
dear. Trust to my secret practice to 
guide this matter right. Ever shall he 
find in Hagan a fatal opposite." 

LXI

 Thereto replied King Gunther, "But how 
can this befall?" To him straight 
answer'd Hagan, "List, and I'll tell 
you all. Let messengers ride hither, 
whom here no person knows, And bid you 
open battle as if from foreign foes. 

LXII

 "Before your guests make public, that 
you and all your men Must forthwith 
hence to battle; he will not dally 
then, But proffer you his service, and 
thus will lose his life; I'll worm us 
out his secret from his loquacious 
wife." 

LXIII

 The king took to his ruin, th' advice 
his liegeman gave. The chiefs their 
horrid treason 'gainst th' innocent and 
brave Carried with such close practice, 
that none the train could spy. Thus 
brought two women's quarrel many a good 
knight to die. 



FIFTEENTH ADVENTURE

HOW SIEGFRIED WAS BETRAYED 

I

 From thence 'twas the fourth morning, 
when two and thirty men To the court 
came riding; 'twas told King Gunther 
then, That him and his Burgundians 
their task was to defy. Woe were the 
fearful women from this foul-framed 
lie. 

II

 At once they got permission before the 
king to go, And told him that from 
Ludeger they came, his former foe, Of 
old o'ercome in battle by Siegfried's 
conquering hand, And brought by him a 
captive into Gunther's land. 

III

 The messengers he greeted and each 
bade choose a seat. Then one among them 
answer'd "To stand, my lord, is meet, 
Till we have told our message, and all 
our duty done. Know, that you have for 
foemen many a mother's son. 

IV

 "Ludegast and Ludeger you to the death 
defy, The kings whom you entreated so 
hard in years gone by. In arms into 
your country they are resolv'd to 
ride." Full of wrath seem'd Gunther to 
hear himself defied. 

V

 Then were the false pretenders led to 
guest-chambers fair. Ah! how could 
noble Siegfried, or any else beware The 
trains of that vile treason, which, for 
the guiltless spread, Soon brought down 
death and ruin on each contriver's 
head? 

VI

 The king about went whisp'ring with 
the friends he loved the best. Hagan, 
the knight of Trony, never let him 
rest. Many of the king's companions to 
stop the treason tried, But Hagan from 
his counsel not once would turn aside. 

VII

 One day it fell that Siegfried close 
whisp'ring found the band, When thus 
began to ask them the Knight of 
Netherland, "Why creep the king and 
chieftains so sorrowful along? I'll 
help you to revenge it, if you have 
suffer'd wrong." 

VIII

 "Good cause have I for sorrow," 
Gunther straight replied, "Ludegast and 
Ludeger both have me defied. With open 
force they threaten to ravage all my 
land." Then spake the dauntless 
champion, "Their pride shall 
Siegfried's hand, 

IX

 "Both to your boot and honor, bring 
lower, and once more I'll do unto those 
boasters e'en as I did before. Ere I 
end, o'er castles, o'er lands, o'er all 
I'll spread Wide waste and desolation, 
or fortfeit else my head. 

X

 "Do you and your good warriors sit by 
the chimney side; With my knights here 
about me thither let me ride. How 
willingly I serve you, my acts and 
deeds shall show, And every one shall 
feel it who boasts himself your foe." 

XI

 "Ah! how this promise cheers me!" the 
king dissembling said, As though 
rejoic'd in earnest at that 
free-proffer'd aid. Low bow'd to him 
the false one with fawning semblance 
fair. Then return'd Sir Siegfried, 
"Take now no further care." 

XII

 For the march the Burgundians prepar'd 
in show the while, Yet Siegfried and 
his warriors 'twas done but to beguile. 
Then bade he straight make ready each 
Netherlandish knight. They sought out 
the best harness and surest arms they 
might. 

XIII

 Then spake the valiant Siegfried, "Sir 
Siegmund, father mine, Best tarry here 
in quiet till we return to Rhine. 
Conquest, if God befriend us, we 
shortly back shall bring. Meanwhile 
live blithe and merry with our good 
host the king." 

XIV

 The flags anon were hoisted, and 
forward all would fare; Among the men 
of Gunther many a one was there Who 
knew not his lord's secret, and thought 
no treachery. There might you see with 
Siegfried a mighty company. 

XV

 Their helms and eke their mailcoats 
upon their steeds were tied. Many a 
knight of prowess ready was to ride. 
Then Hagan, Lord of Trony, as had 
before been plann'd, Went to take leave 
of Kriemhild ere yet they left the 
land. 

XVI

 "Ah! well is me," said Kriemhild, 
"that I've a lord who lends Such firm 
assistance ever to back my dearest 
friends, As now does my brave Siegfried 
for my brethren's sake; Therefore," 
said the fair lady, "good courage will 
I take. 

XVII

 "My good friend, Sir Hagan, bear in 
remembrance still How much I love my 
kinsmen, nor ever wish'd them ill. For 
this requite my husband, nor let me 
vainly long; He should not pay the 
forfeit, if I did Brunhild wrong. 

XVIII

 "My fault," pursued she sadly, "good 
cause had I to rue. For it I have far'd 
badly; he beat me black and blue; Such 
mischief-making tattle his patience 
could not brook, And for it ample 
vengeance on my poor limbs he took." 

XIX

 "You'll be friends together," said he, 
"some other day. But, Kriemhild, my 
dear lady, tell me now, I pray, At my 
hands to your husband what service can 
be done, Fain would I do it, lady, 
better love I none." 

XX

 The noble dame made answer, "Fear 
should I not at all, That by the sword 
of any my lord in fight would fall, But 
that he rashly follows his fiery 
martial mood. Else could no harm befall 
him the noble knight and good." 

XXI

 "Lady," then answer'd Hagan, "since 
thus you harbor fear Lest hostile force 
should slay him, let me yet further 
hear, What best may serve our purpose 
the warrior to defend. On foot, on 
horse, I'll watch him, his guardian and 
his friend." 

XXII

 Said she, "Thou art my cousin, and I 
alike am thine; To thy good faith 
commend I this dearest lord of mine. 
That thou wilt tend his welfare, 
assurance firm I hold." Then told she 
him the secret far better left untold. 

XXIII

 Said she, "My husband's daring, and 
thereto stout of limb Of old, when on 
the mountain he slew the dragon grim, 
In its blood he bath'd him, and thence 
no more can feel In his charmed person 
the deadly dint of steel. 

XXIV

 "Still am I ever anxious, whene'er in 
fight he stands, And keen-edg'd darts 
are hailing from strong heroic hands, 
Lest I by one should lose him, my own 
beloved make. Ah! how my heart is 
beating still for my Siegfried's sake! 

XXV

 "So now I'll tell the secret, dear 
friend, alone to thee (For thou, I 
doubt not, cousin, will keep thy faith 
with me), Where sword may pierce my 
darling, and death sit on the thrust. 
See, in thy truth and honor how full, 
how firm my trust! 

XXVI

 "As from the dragon's death-wounds 
gush'd out the crimson gore, With the 
smoking torrent the warrior wash'd him 
o'er. A leaf then 'twixt his shoulders 
fell from the linden bough. There only 
steel can harm him; for that I tremble 
now." 

XXVII

 Then said the Chief of Trony, "A 
little token sew Upon his outer 
garment; thus shall I surer know The 
spot that needs protection as in the 
fight we stand." She thought his life 
to lengthen, the while his death was 
plann'd. 

XXVIII

 Said she, "Upon his vesture with a 
fine silken thread I'll sew a secret 
crosslet; by this small token led Thy 
hand shall guard my husband, as through 
the press he goes, And in the shock of 
battle confronts his swarming foes." 

XXIX

 "So will I do," said Hagan, "my 
honor'd lady dear." She thought her 
lord to profit, and keep from danger 
clear, But all she did to aid him 
serv'd but to betray. Leave then took 
Sir Hagan, and joyous strode away. 

XXX

 What he had learn'd from Kriemhild his 
lord then bade him show "Put off this 
march," said Hagan, "and let us hunting 
go; Now have I all the secret; now in 
my hand is he; Could you but contrive 
it?" "For that," said Gunther, "trust 
to me." 

XXXI

 The false king and his courtiers to 
hear his words were fain. I ween, so 
base a treason knight ne'er will do 
again, As then was done by Hagan, when 
to his faith for aid So fair a lady 
trusted, and so foully was betrayed. 

XXXII

 Next morning on his journey in haste 
Sir Siegfried sped. Of his men a 
thousand merrily he led. He thought his 
foes to punish who had his friends 
defied. Next him rode Sir Hagan, and 
close his vesture eyed. 

XXXIII

 Soon as the mark he noted, he bade in 
secret go Two of his men some distance, 
and come as from the foe, Saying, that 
only friendship to Burgundy was meant, 
And that they to King Gunther from 
Ludeger were sent. 

XXXIV

 How then it irk'd Sir Siegfried to 
turn at once the rein, Ere he in his 
friend's quarrel had battled once 
again! Scarce could the men of Gunther 
divert him from his way. So to the king 
back rode he, who thus his thanks 'gan 
pay. 

XXXV

 "Now God requite you, Siegfried, of 
all my friends the best! Since you are 
always ready to do what I request, I'll 
ever do my utmost to merit such good 
will. Many are the friends I trust in, 
but you're the surest still. 

XXXVI

 "Now that we're free from foemen, and 
in firm peace abide, Hence to the Wask 
forest a-hunting let us ride, To chase 
the bears and wild swine, as oft I've 
done of yore." The faithless, murderous 
Hagan had counsell'd this before. 

XXXVII

 "To all my guests and kinsmen it 
straight announc'd shall be, I mean to 
start full early; whoe'er would ride 
with me, Must forthwith make him ready; 
whoe'er would here abide, Let him amuse 
the ladies; with both I'm satisfied." 

XXXVIII

 Then courteously made answer Siegfried 
the stout and strong, "If you're 
inclined for hunting, gladly will I 
along. So lend me but a huntsman and a 
good brach or two, And I into the 
forest will find my way like you." 

XXXIX

 "If one will not suffice you," the 
fraudful king replied, "I'll lend you 
four good huntsmen, who know the forest 
wide, And every track soever where the 
wild beasts roam. You'll never, with 
their guidance, come empty-handed 
home." 

XL

 Thence to his gentle lady rode off the 
warrior bold. Quick to the king had 
Hagan the baleful tidings told, How he 
would surely trap him, the champion 
frank and free. Never was such foul 
treason, nor ever more will be. 

XLI

 When now was laid the death-plot by 
that base traitor pair, The rest then 
all consented. Gernot and Giselher 
Neither would join the hunting; I know 
not through what fear Or spite they 
warn'd not Siegfried; soon paid they 
for it dear. 



SIXTEENTH ADVENTURE

HOW SIEGFRIED WAS SLAIN 

I

 Gunther and Hagan, the warriors fierce 
and bold, To execute their treason, 
resolv'd to scour the wold, The bear, 
the boar, the wild bull, by hill or 
dale or fen, To hunt with keen-edg'd 
javelins; what fitter sport for valiant 
men? 

II

 In lordly pomp rode with them 
Siegfried the champion strong. Good 
store of costly viands they brought 
with them along. Anon by a cool runnel 
he lost his guiltless life. 'Twas so 
devis'd by Brunhild, King Gunther's 
moody wife. 

III

 But first he sought the chamber where 
he his lady found. He and his friends 
already had on the sumpters bound Their 
gorgeous hunting raiment; they o'er the 
Rhine would go. Never before was 
Kriemhild sunk so deep in woe. 

IV

 On her mouth of roses he kiss'd his 
lady dear; "God grant me, dame, 
returning in health to see thee here; 
So may those eyes see me, too; 
meanwhile be blithe and gay Among the 
gentle kinsmen; I must hence away." 

V

 Then thought she on the secret (the 
truth she durst not tell) How she had 
told it Hagan; then the poor lady fell 
To wailing and lamenting that ever she 
was born. Then wept she without 
measure, sobbing and sorrow-worn. 

VI

 She thus bespake her husband, "Give up 
that chase of thine. I dreamt last 
night of evil, how two fierce forest 
swine Over the heath pursued thee; the 
flowers turn'd bloody red. I cannot 
help thus weeping; I'm chill'd with 
mortal dread. 

VII

 "I fear some secret treason, and 
cannot lose thee hence, Lest malice 
should be borne thee for misconceiv'd 
offence. Stay, my beloved Siegfried, 
take not my words amiss. 'Tis the true 
love I bear thee that bids me counsel 
this." 

VIII

 "Back shall I be shortly, my own 
beloved mate. Not a soul in Rhineland 
know I, who bears me hate. I'm well 
with all thy kinsmen; they're all my 
firm allies; Nor have I from any e'er 
deserved otherwise." 

IX

 "Nay! do not, dearest Siegfried! 'tis 
e'en thy death I dread. Last night I 
dreamt, two mountains fell thundering 
on thy head, And I no more beheld thee; 
if thou from me wilt go, My heart will 
sure be breaking with bitterness of 
woe." 

X

 Round her peerless body his clasping 
arms he threw. Lovingly he kiss'd her, 
that faithful wife and true; Then took 
his leave, and parted;--in a moment all 
was o'er-- Living, alas poor lady! she 
saw him never more. 

XI

 Then rode they thence, and hasten'd to 
a wildering forest drear. Many a bold 
knight, on pastime intent and merry 
cheer, In the train of Gunther and 
Siegfried took his way. Stout Gernot 
and young Giselher at home preferr'd to 
stay. 

XII

 Many a well-laden sumpter before them 
cross'd the Rhine, That for the 
fellow-hunters carried bread and wine. 
And flesh and fish in plenty, with 
every dainty thing That might become 
the table of such a mighty king. 

XIII

 Their course the noble hunters check'd 
in an open glade, Where the wild 
beasts, that haunted the neighboring 
greenwood shade, Pass'd to and fro by 
custom; the hunt they here would hold. 
Thither at length came Siegfried; 
straight to the king 'twas told. 

XIV

 Now every path and outlet the huntsmen 
had beset, When thus bespake Sir 
Siegfried the chiefs who there were 
met. "Ye bold and dauntless warriors! 
who will the honor claim To enter first 
the forest, and bring us to the game?" 

XV

 "Ere we begin our pastime," Sir Hagan 
straight replied, "Here in this glade 
together, 'twere better first divide. 
We then shall see more clearly, my 
lords as well as I, Who's the most 
cunning sportsman of this fair company. 

XVI

 "Let us divide among us the huntsmen 
and the hounds, Then each, where'er he 
pleases, beat all these woody bounds, 
And who excels his comrades, shall 
thanks have from the rest." Not long 
the hunters linger'd, but started on 
their quest. 

XVII

 Then said the good Sir Siegfried, "I 
do not need a pack; One well-train'd 
hound will serve me the lurking beasts 
to track, And the close scent to follow 
through every bush and brake. We'll now 
begin our hunting." So Kriemhild's 
husband spake. 

XVIII

 With that an aged huntsman a watchful 
limehound took, And shortly brought the 
champion into a shady nook, Where store 
of beasts were couching; as each sprung 
from his lair, The warriors, like good 
hunters, fell on and caught them there. 

XIX

 All, that the limehound started, anon 
with mighty hand Were slain by noble 
Siegfried, the Chief of Netherland. No 
beast could there outrun him, so swift 
his steed could race; He won from all 
high praises for mastery in the chase. 

XX

 Whatever he attempted, he went the 
best before. The first beast he 
encounter'd was a fierce half-bred 
boar. Him with a mighty death-stroke he 
stretch'd upon the ground; Just after 
in a thicket a lion huge he found. 

XXI

 Him the limehound started; his bow Sir 
Siegfried drew; With a keen-headed 
arrow he shot the lion through. But 
three faint bounds thereafter the dying 
monster made. His wond'ring 
fellow-huntsmen thanks to Sir Siegfried 
paid. 

XXII

 Then one upon another a buffalo, an 
elk He slew, four strong ure-oxen, and 
last a savage shelk. No beast, how 
swift soever, could leave his steed 
behind; Scarcely their speed could 
profit the flying hart or hind. 

XXIII

 Next the sagacious limer a monstrous 
wild boar trac'd; Just then the 
master-hunter came sudden up in haste, 
And cross'd his path undaunted as he to 
fly began. Straight the churning 
monster at his opponent ran. 

XXIV

 Then forward sprung Sir Siegfried, and 
with his sword him slew; Such feat, I 
ween, no hunter besides had dared to 
do. Then leash'd they the good 
limehound, and from the thicket led, 
And told all the Burgundians how 
Siegfried's chase had sped. 

XXV

 Then said his merry huntsmen, "Sir 
Siegfried, be so kind As not our wood 
to empty, but leave some game behind. 
There'll else be nothing living on 
mountain or on wold." The champion at 
their jesting his laughter scarce could 
hold. 

XXVI

 They heard then all about them, 
throughout those forest grounds, Such 
shouting and such baying of huntsmen 
and of hounds, That hill and wood 
re-echoed with the wild uproar. Th' 
attendants had uncoupled four and 
twenty dogs or more. 

XXVII

 Then full many a monster was doom'd 
his last to groan. They thought with 
glad expectance to challenge for their 
own The praise for the best hunting; 
but lower sunk their pride, When to the 
tryst-fire shortly they saw Sir 
Siegfried ride. 

XXVIII

 The hunting now was over for the most 
part at least; Game was brought in 
plenty and skins of many a beast To the 
place of meeting, and laid the hearth 
before. Ah! to the busy kitchen what 
full supplies they bore! 

XXIX

 Then bade Gunther summon the noble 
hunting crew To the royal breakfast; a 
horn a huntsman blew That far and wide 
re-echoed, and told to all around That 
by the tryst-fire ready the king was to 
be found. 

XXX

 Said one of Siegfried's huntsmen, "I 
heard a warning blast, That thrilling 
horn assures me our hunting time is 
past; We must back to our fellows; 
answer it will I." So through the wood 
resounding rang question and reply. 

XXXI

 Then spake the good Sir Siegfried, 
"Well! let us leave the wood." His 
courser bore him smoothly, fast prick'd 
his comrades good. With their noise 
they rous'd a monster, a wild bear 
fierce and grim. Said Siegfried o'er 
his shoulder to those who follow'd him, 

XXXII

 "Now, comrades, look for pastime! see 
you yon thicket there? Slip the dog 
directly; I spy a monstrous bear. The 
same shall instant with us hence to the 
trysting-place. To get off in safety 
swift he indeed must pace." 

XXXIII

 Straight they slipp'd the limer; off 
leapt the bear with speed; Sir 
Siegfried thought to catch him through 
swiftness of his steed. He came on 
fallen timber, so thus it could not be; 
Then deem'd himself the monster from 
his fierce hunter free. 

XXXIV

 Down sprang from horse Sir Siegfried, 
and plied on foot the chase; Naught 
then could aid the monster o'ermaster'd 
in the race. Sir Siegfried strongly 
seized him, and cast a rope around, 
And, ere he once could wound him, the 
struggling bear he bound. 

XXXV

 So fast the warrior bound him, he 
could nor scratch nor bite, Then tied 
him to the saddle, and after mounted 
light. So to the tryst-fire laughing 
with his snorting load, By way of sport 
and pastime, the fearless warrior rode. 

XXXVI

 In his state how lordly thither he 
came along! Huge was his mighty 
boar-spear, weighty and broad and 
strong; To his spur descended the good 
sword that he wore; Of ruddy gold fair 
glittering a hunting horn he bore. 

XXXVII

 Of better hunting-vesture never heard 
I tell. His coat of darkest samite 
became the warrior well. His cap of 
richest sable sat with a careless 
grace, And his death-fraught quiver was 
bound with many a lace. 

XXXVIII

 With the skin of a panther the same 
was cover'd o'er For its balmy 
sweetness; a strong bow too he bore, 
Which none but with a windlass could 
draw, howe'er he strove, Unless himself 
was present at the mark to rove. 

XXXIX

 All his outer garment was of a lynx's 
hide, From head to foot with cunning 
'twas speckled all and pied. On either 
side descending of the master-hunter 
bold From the rich fur there glitter'd 
many a bright thread of gold. 

XL

 Girded he was with Balmung, a broad 
and mighty blade, With such keen 
cutting edges, that straight its way it 
made Where'er it smote on helmet, and 
thousands did to die. 'Sooth was the 
lordly hunter of bearing proud and 
high. 

XLI

 Besides (of this my story to tell you 
every part) Fraught was his splendid 
quiver with many a dreary dart; The 
shaft of each was gilded, a 
hand's-breadth was the steel. 'Twas 
death of those grim arrows a single 
wound to feel. 

XLII

 So stately from the forest rode on the 
noble knights; The men of Gunther 
mark'd him soon as he came in sight, 
And ran, and held his courser, and gave 
him tendance fair. Meanwhile close to 
the saddle lay bound the groaning bear. 

XLIII

 The knight, from horse alighting, soft 
the band untied That bound his paws and 
muzzle; straight when the bear they 
spied, All the pack of yelpers open'd 
on him loud. The beast made for the 
forest, scattering the startled crowd. 

XLIV

 Scared by the din and uproar he 
through the kitchen rac'd. Ah! how the 
cooks and scullions from round the fire 
he chas'd! Upset were pans and kettles, 
and store of savory hashes, Roast, 
boil'd, and stew'd together were 
hissing in the ashes. 

XLV

 From their seats upstarted the lords 
and all the band; The bear flew into 
fury; straight gave the king command 
The hounds to uncouple, and slip them 
on the prey. Had it all thus ended, it 
had been a merry day. 

XLVI

 With bows and mighty boar-spears (no 
more was quiet there) Upsprung the 
light-foot warriors and chas'd the 
flying bear. The dogs there were so 
many, none dar'd a dart to fling. With 
shouting and hallooing they made the 
mountains ring. 

XLVII

 Before the dogs he scamper'd; they 
follow'd where he led; But 'twas the 
swift-foot Siegfried that caught him as 
he fled. Once with his sword he smote 
him; he wallow'd in his gore. Back to 
the scatter'd tryst-fire his friends 
the monster bore. 

XLVIII

 Loud shouted each beholder that 'twas 
a matchless blow. Now the high-born 
hunters were bidden to table go. Down 
in a flowery meadow sat they right 
merrily. Ah! what dainty viands cheer'd 
that proud company! 

XLIX

 Still delay'd the attendants the ruddy 
wine to pour. Never else were warriors 
better serv'd before. But for the 
heinous treason with which they fram'd 
their plot, All that choice band of 
champions were free from blame or blot. 

L

 Then said the noble Siegfried, "I 
needs must wonder here, That joyous 
wine is wanting with such abundant 
cheer. When so o'erflows the kitchen, 
how is't the cellar's dry? Treat merry 
hunters better, or hunt no more will I. 

LI

 "I have deserv'd in Rhineland more 
hospitable care." Then answering from 
the table spoke Gunther false and fair. 
"This fault shall soon be mended, and 
reason done you first. For this we may 
thank Hagan, who makes us die of 
thirst." 

LII

 Then said the Chief of Trony, "My lord 
and master dear, I thought that this 
day's hunting was not to be held here, 
But in the wood of Spessart, so thither 
sent the wine. The like shall never 
happen again by fault of mine." 

LIII

 Then said the Netherlander, "Little 
thank I such care. I look'd for seven 
good sumpters to mend our thirsty fare 
With mead and wine of spices; if so we 
could not dine, Better by far have 
placed us close beside the Rhine." 

LIV

 Then spake the Chief of Trony, "Ye 
noble knights and bold, I know just to 
our wishes a runnel clear and cold 
Close by, so be not angry, but thither 
let us go." Th' advice brought many a 
champion sorrow and mortal woe. 

LV

 Yet could not then his danger the 
death-doom'd hero spy. Little thought 
he so foully by seeming friends to die. 
His heart knew naught of falsehood; 
'twas open, frank and plain. For his 
death dear paid thereafter who fondly 
hop'd to gain. 

LVI

 The noble knight Sir Siegfried with 
thirst was sore opprest, So earlier 
rose from table, and could no longer 
rest, But straight would to the 
mountain the running brook to find, And 
so advanc'd the treason his faithless 
foes design'd. 

LVII

 Meanwhile were slowly lifted on many a 
groaning wain The beasts in that wild 
forest by Siegfried's manhood slain. 
Each witness gave him honor, and loud 
his praises spoke. Alas! that with him 
Hagan his faith so foully broke. 

LVIII

 Now when to the broad linden they all 
would take their way, Thus spake the 
fraudful Hagan, "Full oft have I heard 
say, That none a match in swiftness for 
Kriemhild's lord can be, Whene'er to 
race he pleases; would he grant us this 
to see?" 

LIX

 Then spake the Netherlander, Siegfried 
with open heart, "Well then! let's make 
the trial! together we will start From 
hence to yonder runnel; let us at once 
begin, And he shall pass for winner who 
shall be seen to win." 

LX

 "Agreed!" said treacherous Hagan, "let 
us each other try." Thereto rejoin'd 
stout Siegfried, "And if you pass me 
by, Down at your feet I'll lay me 
humbled on the grass." When these words 
heard Gunther, what joy could his 
surpass? 

LXI

 Then said the fearless champion, "And 
this I tell you more, I'll carry all 
th' equipment that in the chase I wore, 
My spear, my shield, my vesture--leave 
will I nothing out." His sword then and 
his quiver he girt him quick about. 

LXII

 King Gunther and Sir Hagan to strip 
were nothing slow; Both for the race 
stood ready in shirts as white as snow. 
Long bounds, like two wild panthers, 
o'er the grass they took, But seen was 
noble Siegfried before them at the 
brook. 

LXIII

 Whate'er he did, the warrior high o'er 
his fellows soar'd. Now laid he down 
his quiver, and quick ungirt his sword. 
Against the spreading linden he lean'd 
his mighty spear. So by the brook stood 
waiting the chief without a peer. 

LXIV

 In every lofty virtue none with Sir 
Siegfried vied. Down he laid his 
buckler by the water's side. For all 
the thirst that parch'd him, one drop 
he never drank Till the king had 
finish'd; he had full evil thank. 

LXV

 Cool was the little runnel, and 
sparkled clear as glass. O'er the rill 
King Gunther knelt down upon the grass. 
When he his draught had taken he rose 
and stepp'd aside. Full fain alike 
would Siegfried his thirst have 
satisfied. 

LXVI

 Dear paid he for his courtesy; his 
bow, his matchless blade, His weapons 
all, Sir Hagan far from their lord 
convey'd, Then back sprung to the 
linden to seize his ashen spear, And to 
find out the token survey'd his vesture 
near; 

LXVII

 Then, as to drink Sir Siegfried down 
kneeling there he found, He pierc'd him 
through the crosslet, that sudden from 
the wound Forth the life-blood spouted 
e'en o'er his murderer's weed. Never 
more will warrior dare so foul a deed. 

LXVIII

 Between his shoulders sticking he left 
the deadly spear. Never before Sir 
Hagan so fled for ghastly fear, As from 
the matchless champion whom he had 
butcher'd there. Soon as was Sir 
Siegfried of the mortal wound aware, 

LXIX

 Up he from the runnel started as he 
were wood. Out from betwixt his 
shoulders his own huge boar-spear 
stood. He thought to find his quiver or 
his broadsword true. The traitor for 
his treason had then receiv'd his due. 

LXX

 But, ah! the deadly wounded nor sword 
nor quiver found; His shield alone 
beside him lay there upon the ground. 
This from the bank he lifted and 
straight at Hagan ran; Him could not 
then by fleetness escape King Gunther's 
man. 

LXXI

 E'en to the death though wounded, he 
hurl'd it with such power, That the 
whirling buckler scatter'd wide a 
shower Of the most precious jewels, 
then straight in shivers broke. Full 
gladly had the warrior ta'en vengeance 
with that stroke. 

LXXII

 E'en as it was, his manhood fierce 
Hagan level'd low. Loud, all around, 
the meadow rang with the wondrous blow. 
Had he in hand good Balmung, the 
murderer he had slain. His wound was 
sore upon him; he writh'd in mortal 
pain. 

LXXIII

 His lively color faded; a cloud came 
o'er his sight; He could stand no 
longer; melted all his might; In his 
paling visage the mark of death he 
bore. Soon many a lovely lady sorrow'd 
for him sore. 

LXXIV

 So the lord of Kriemhild among the 
flowerets fell. From the wound fresh 
gushing his heart's blood fast did 
well. Then thus amidst his tortures, 
e'en with his failing breath, The false 
friends he upbraided who had contriv'd 
his death. 

LXXV

 Thus spake the deadly wounded, "Ay! 
cowards false as hell! To you I still 
was faithful; I serv'd you long and 
well;-- But what boots all?--for 
guerdon treason and death I've won, By 
your friends vile traitors! foully have 
you done. 

LXXVI

 "Whoever shall hereafter from your 
loins be born, Shall take from such 
vile fathers a heritage of scorn. On me 
you have wreak'd malice where gratitude 
was due. With shame shall you be 
banish'd by all good knights and true." 

LXXVII

 Thither ran all the warriors where in 
his blood he lay. To many of that party 
sure 'twas a joyless day. Whoe'er were 
true and faithful, they sorrow'd for 
his fall. So much the peerless champion 
had merited of all. 

LXXVIII

 With them the false King Gunther 
bewept his timeless end. Then spake the 
deadly wounded, "Little it boots your 
friend Yourself to plot his murder, and 
then the deed deplore. Such is a 
shameful sorrow; better at once 'twere 
o'er." 

LXXIX

 Then spake the low'ring Hagan, "I know 
not why you moan. Our cares all and 
suspicions are now for ever flown. Who 
now are left, against us who'll dare to 
make defence? Well's me, for all this 
weeping, that I have rid him hence." 

LXXX

 "Small cause hast thou," said 
Siegfried, "to glory in my fate. Had I 
ween'd, thy friendship cloak'd such 
murderous hate, From such as thou full 
lightly could I have kept my life. Now 
grieve I but for Kriemhild, my dear, my 
widow'd wife. 

LXXXI

 "Now may God take pity, that e'er I 
had a son, Who this reproach must 
suffer from deed so foully done, That 
by his murderous kinsmen his father 
thus was slain. Had I but time to 
finish, of this I well might plain. 

LXXXII

 "Surely so base a murder the world did 
never see," Said he, and turn'd to 
Gunther, "as you have done on me. I 
sav'd your life and honor from shame 
and danger fell, And thus am I requited 
by you I serv'd so well." 

LXXXIII

 Then further spake the dying, and 
speaking sigh'd full deep, "Oh king! if 
thou a promise with anyone wilt keep, 
Let me in this last moment thy grace 
and favor find For my dear love and 
lady, the wife I leave behind. 

LXXXIV

 "Remember, she's thy sister, yield her 
a sister's right, Guard her with faith 
and honor, as thou'rt a king and 
knight. My father and my followers for 
me they long must wait, Comrade ne'er 
found from comrade so sorrowful a 
fate." 

LXXXV

 In his mortal anguish he writh'd him 
to and fro, And then said, deadly 
groaning, "This foul and murderous blow 
Deep will ye rue hereafter; this for 
sure truth retain, That in slaying 
Siegfried you yourselves have slain." 

LXXXVI

 With blood were all bedabbled the 
flowerets of the field. Some time with 
death he struggled, as though he 
scorn'd to yield E'en to the foe, whose 
weapon strikes down the loftiest head. 
At last prone in the meadow lay mighty 
Siegfried dead. 

LXXXVII

 When now the chiefs were certain that 
dead was the good knight, They laid him 
on a buckler with gold all richly 
dight, Then counsel took together the 
general to mislead, And keep the 
shameful secret that Hagan did the 
deed. 

LXXXVIII

 Then many said, repenting, "This deed 
will prove our bale; Still let us 
shroud the secret, and all keep in one 
tale, That the good lord of Kriemhild 
to hunt alone preferr'd, And so was 
slain by robbers as through the wood he 
spurr'd." 

LXXXIX

 "I'll bring him home, and gladly," 
said Hagan, frowning stern; "As to his 
wife, I reck not whether the truth she 
learn, Who slander'd gentle Brunhild, 
and wrought her so much ill. I care not 
for her weeping, do she whate'er she 
will." 

XC

 Of that same little runnel where 
Siegfried murder'd fell, The true and 
rightful story you now shall hear me 
tell. In th' Odenwald is a village, 
Odenheim is its name. There still the 
brook is running; doubt not it is the 
same. 



SEVENTEENTH ADVENTURE

HOW SIEGFRIED WAS BEWAILED AND BURIED 

I

 Till nightfall there they tarried, and 
then the Rhine recross'd; Never yet 
hunted warriors at such a grievous 
cost. Many a fair lady sorrow'd for a 
hart they slew that day; The life of 
many a champion must for that hunting 
pay. 

II

 Of overweening outrage now must tell 
my strain, And dire revenge 
remorseless; the dead, thus foully 
slain, As though athirst for horrors, 
Hagan bade bear away, And cast before 
the chamber where unweeting Kriemhild 
lay. 

III

 He bade his followers darkling down 
lay him at the door, That she might 
surely find him, as she stepp'd the 
threshold o'er. Going forth to matins 
ere the dawn of day, For from a single 
service she seldom kept away. 

IV

 The minster bells were ringing at th' 
early 'custom'd hour. Upstarted then 
fair Kriemhild, and wak'd each maid in 
bower. For light she call'd and vesture 
that she might straight be gown'd. A 
chamberlain hasten'd thither, and there 
Sir Siegfried found. 

V

 He saw him blood-bespatter'd, with 
weed all dabbled o'er; He knew not 
'twas his master stretch'd on the 
reeking floor; In went he to the 
chamber; with him the light he took, By 
which on such deep horror sad Kriemhild 
was to look. 

VI

 As she now with her maidens to church 
would take her way, The chamberlain 
bespoke her; "Lady, a little stay; A 
murder'd knight is lying close before 
the sill." "O woe!" cried fearful 
Kriemhild, "what means this tale of 
ill?" 

VII

 Ere yet she could see clearly 'twas 
her lord who lay there lay slain, The 
question put by Hagan rush'd to her 
mind again, How he could guard her 
husband; then anguish first she felt. 
From his death for ever with lingering 
grief she dwelt. 

VIII

 To earth down sank she senseless, that 
not a word she spoke. There lay the 
fair, the friendless, beneath that 
mortal stroke. Then, from her swoon 
reviving, up from the ground she 
sprang, And shriek'd so shrill and 
sudden, that all the chamber rang. 

IX

 Then said her trembling maidens, "What 
stranger here lies slain?" From her 
mouth a bloody torrent burst through 
heart-quelling pain. "No, no!" said 
she, "'tis Siegfried, my love, that 
there lies low. 'Twas Brunhild gave the 
counsel, and Hagan struck the blow." 

X

 Thither where the corpse was lying, 
her maids their lady led; With her lily 
hand, all trembling, she raised his 
languish'd head; Howe'er with blood 
'twas dabbled, her lord at once she 
knew. There lay the Chief of 
Netherland, a piteous sight to view. 

XI

 Then weeping thus and wailing the 
queen her sorrows pour'd; "Woe's me, 
woe's me for ever! sure no fair 
foeman's sword Shiver'd thy failing 
buckler; 'twas murder stopp'd thy 
breath; O that I knew who did it! death 
I'd requite with death." 

XII

 Then wept and wail'd full shrilly her 
gentle maidens all With their beloved 
mistress; woe were they for the fall Of 
their noble master there in his blood 
embrued. Hagan the wrath of Brunhild 
had wreak'd with deadly feud. 

XIII

 Then spake the sorrow-laden, "Go hence 
with your best speed, Quick call up 
Siegfried's liegemen, his warriors good 
at need; To Siegmund, too, let tidings 
of my deep loss be borne, That he may 
help his daughter his murder'd son to 
mourn." 

XIV

 A messenger ran quickly, and came 
where slept the band Of Siegfried's 
chosen champions from the Nibelunger's 
land. Their merry cheer his tidings 
chang'd to sorrow deep. His tale they 
would not credit until they saw him 
weep. 

XV

 Thence quickly came he running where 
aged Siegmund lay From the king's 
aching eyelids sweet sleep was far 
away. His heart, I ween, foreboded the 
deed that had been done, And that the 
childless father no more should see his 
son. 

XVI

 "Wake, wake! Sir King! Sir Siegmund! 
Kriemhild, my lady dear, In haste hath 
sent me hither; she's plung'd in 
doleful drear; Woe, that all woe 
surpasses, wrings her inmost heart. 
Help her to mourn the misery, whereof 
you own a part." 

XVII

 Then said the king, half-rising, "What 
has happ'd of woe To the fair Lady 
Kriemhild, which here thou com'st to 
show?" "Alas!" replied he weeping, 
"concealment here is vain; The noble 
Netherlander, Siegfried, thy son, is 
slain." 

XVIII

 Then said the good King Siegmund, 
"Leave off such idle sport; For my sake 
spread no further this mischievous 
report. Were't true indeed that 
Siegfried my son were made away, Ne'er 
could I cease from wailing e'en to my 
dying day." 

XIX

 "If me you will not credit, but still 
will doubt my tale, Hark then yourself 
to Kriemhild, hear her so wildly wail, 
Her and her band of maidens, for noble 
Siegfried dead." Then sorely shudder'd 
Siegmund; deep cause had he for dread. 

XX

 Straight from his bed up sprang he, 
and his hundred warriors too; Their 
long sharp-edged weapons with hasty 
hand they drew. Where they heard the 
wailing, headlong they thither ran; 
Thither too Siegfried's thousand, each 
a chosen man, 

XXI

 Led by the shrieks of horror, ran with 
like eager speed. Some of the household 
fancied, they came for funeral weed. 
Well might they be confounded, and from 
their senses start. The sting of deadly 
sorrow was deep in every heart. 

XXII

 Then said the good King Siegmund, when 
Kriemhild he had seen, "Woe worth our 
journey hither! would it had never 
been! 'Midst such good friends and 
kinsmen, who has this murder done, 
Which thee hath cost thy husband, and 
me, alas! my son?" 

XXIII

 The noble lady answer'd, "Could I the 
murderer find, I'd wreak on him such 
vengeance with all my heart and mind, 
That all his friends should sorrow at 
the woful tale, While they had eyes for 
weeping, while they had tongues to 
wail." 

XXIV

 His arms round the dead champion Sir 
Siegmund trembling threw; Thereat so 
loud the sorrow of each beholder grew, 
That the proud hall of Gunther and the 
palace high And Worms, through all his 
quarters, rung to the thrilling cry. 

XXV

 But none there could bring comfort to 
Siegfried's lady true. Out from his 
bloodied vesture his comely limbs they 
drew, And wash'd his wound wide-gaping, 
and laid him on the bier. Woe were his 
weeping followers through 
heart-consuming drear. 

XXVI

 Out then spake his warriors from the 
Nibelungers' land; "Revenge will we our 
master each with his own good hand This 
very house must harbor him who has done 
the deed." Then hasten'd Siegfried's 
meiny to don their warlike weed. 

XXVII

 Now did the chosen squadron each with 
his buckler stand, Eleven hundred 
champions; at head of all the band Was 
seen the reverend Siegmund; to faith 
and honor true Fain would he take 
vengeance on those who Siegfried slew. 

XXVIII

 With whom they were to battle they 
could not yet discern, Unless it were 
with Gunther and his Burgundians stern, 
For with them did Siegfried to the 
fatal hunting go. When Kriemhild saw 
them weapon'd, 'twas ill on ill, 'twas 
woe on woe. 

XXIX

 However deep her anguish, however 
great her need, She fear'd to see her 
followers the Nibelungers bleed Beneath 
her brother's numbers; so, their stout 
minds to bend, She gave them gentle 
counsel, as friend should deal with 
friend. 

XXX

 Thus said the mournful lady, 
"Siegmund, my lord, give ear. What is 
it you are doing? some rash resolve I 
fear. King Gunther has about him full 
many a man of might; You and all must 
perish in such unequal fight." 

XXXI

 Each had bound on his buckler; each 
held his sword in hand; They yearn'd 
for blood and vengeance; with prayer 
and with command She press'd th' 
impatient warriors to choose the milder 
part; They call'd for instant battle; 
that cut her to the heart. 

XXXII

 She spake, "My good lord Siegmund, lay 
thoughts of vengeance by Till some more 
fitting season; then with you fain will 
I Revenge my murder'd husband; could I 
but come to know Who has made me thus a 
widow, woe should be his for woe. 

XXXIII

 "Many are the haughty warriors here on 
the banks of Rhine, So keep peace for 
the present; such sure advice is mine; 
The match is too unequal, thirty at 
least to one; God do to them hereafter 
as they to us have done. 

XXXIV

 "Stay here, and in my sorrow be 
pleas'd a part to take, Mine and my 
lord's revengers, till day begin to 
break, And help me then to coffin my 
lord who there lies low." Then all the 
warriors answer'd, "Dear lady, be it 
so." 

XXXV

 In sooth it was a wonder that none can 
tell aright, How wept and loud lamented 
many a dame and many a knight, That 
e'en unto the city the rueful wail was 
borne; In haste the noble burghers came 
when they heard them mourn. 

XXXVI

 They with the guests lamented, for 
sore they griev'd as well. What was the 
offence of Siegfried, none of them 
could tell, For which by stroke so 
sudden the chief had lost his life. 
There with the high-born ladies wept 
each good burgher's wife. 

XXXVII

 Joiners and smiths were summon'd to 
frame a coffin strong, Beset with gold 
and silver, massy and broad and long, 
And braced with bars of iron to guard 
the frailer wood. Then all the crowd 
about it in dreary sorrow stood. 

XXXVIII

 And now the night was over; forth 
peep'd the morning fair; Straight bade 
the noble lady thence to the minster 
bear The matchless champion Siegfried, 
her husband lov'd so dear. All her 
friends close follow'd with many a sigh 
and tear. 

XXXIX

 When they the minster enter'd, how 
many a bell was rung! How many a priest 
on all sides the mournful requiem sung! 
Then thither with his meiny came 
Dankrat's haughty son, And thither too 
grim Hagan; it had been better left 
undone. 

XL

 Then spoke the king, "Dear sister, woe 
worth this loss of thine! Alas that 
such misfortune has happ'd to me and 
mine! For sure the death of Siegfried 
we ever both must rue." "Nay," said the 
mournful lady, "so without cause you 
do, 

XLI

 "For if you really rued it, never had 
it been. I know you have your sister 
forgotten quite and clean, So I and my 
beloved were parted as you see. Good 
God! would he had granted the stroke 
had fall'n on me!" 

XLII

 Firmly they made denial; Kriemhild at 
once replied, "Whoe'er in this is 
guiltless, let him this proof abide. In 
sight of all the people let him 
approach the bier, And so to each 
beholder shall the plain truth appear." 

XLIII

 It is a mighty marvel, which oft e'en 
now we spy, That, when the 
blood-stain'd murderer comes to the 
murder'd nigh, The wounds break out 
a-bleeding; then to the same befell, 
And thus could each beholder the guilt 
of Hagan tell. 

XLIV

 The wounds at once burst streaming 
fast as they did before; Those, who 
then sorrow'd deeply, now yet lamented 
more. Then outspake King Gunther, "I 
give you here to know, He was slain by 
robbers; Hagan struck ne'er a blow." 

XLV

 "Ay! well know I those robbers," his 
widow'd sister said; "By the hands of 
his true comrades may God revenge the 
dead! False Gunther, and false Hagan! 
'twas you, your friend that slew." 
Thereat the knights of Siegfried 
gripp'd to their swords anew. 

XLVI

 This more distracted Kriemhild; when 
in her anxious pain Two friends she saw 
approaching to seek and mourn the 
slain, Gernot her good brother, and 
Giselher the young. Their eyes were 
blind with weeping; true grief their 
bosoms wrung. 

XLVII

 They wept for Kriemhild's husband, and 
inly sorrowed too. Mass now all would 
be singing; the doors they open threw, 
And straight into the minster both men 
and women press'd. Those, who could 
well spare Siegfried, mourn'd for him 
with the rest. 

XLVIII

 Gernot then and Giselher thus spake, 
"My sister dear! For this sad death 
take comfort, all must have sorrow 
here. We'll do our best to help thee as 
long as we have life." Yet could not 
they nor others console the widow'd 
wife. 

XLIX

 His coffin now was ready; it was about 
midday; From the bier he was lifted 
whereon till now he lay. Yet would not 
his pale lady have him laid at once in 
ground. His friends and faithful 
followers to further toil were bound. 

L

 In richest stuff, deep sighing, they 
wrapp'd the clay-cold dead. Not one, I 
ween, was present, but bitter tears he 
shed. Then wail'd the high-born Uta; 
deep teen in heart she bore; And all 
her dames lamented that Siegfried was 
no more. 

LI

 Soon as 'twas heard, the murder'd had 
now been laid in chest, And that the 
mass was singing, to church the people 
press'd. For his soul what offerings 
were brought in all men's view! E'en 
'midst foes so deadly, friends had he 
firm and true. 

LII

 Then the wretched Kriemhild her 
chamberlains bespake, "Now must you 
toil and trouble suffer for my sake. To 
those who honor'd Siegfried, and dear 
his widow hold, For the soul of the 
departed deal out his treasur'd gold." 

LIII

 No child, howe'er so little, just 
knowing wrong from right, But brought 
an offering thither; ere buried was the 
knight, At least a hundred masses they 
sang the whole day long; Thither all 
friends of Siegfried's flock'd in, a 
numerous throng. 

LIV

 When now the chants were over, the 
crowd would wend away. Then spake the 
sobbing Kriemhild, "Ah! leave me not, I 
pray, This night alone to sorrow, and 
watch th' unheeding dead. With him, my 
own beloved, all my joys lie withered. 

LV

 "Three nights, three days, I'll keep 
him, and gaze upon him still, Till of 
the dearly dear one I thus have had my 
fill. What if God be willing that me, 
too, death should seize? Then well at 
once were ended poor Kriemhild's 
miseries." 

LVI

 The people of the city went home as 
darkness fell; The priests and monks 
attendant, and all the train, who well 
Had serv'd the champion living, fair 
Kriemhild begg'd to stay. Their night 
was full of sorrow, of dreariment their 
day. 

LVII

 Many of the woful mourners nor meat 
nor drink would taste, But for all such 
as needed at hand was ready plac'd Good 
store of each provision; this Siegmund 
took in hand. There mickle toil awaited 
the Nibelungers' band. 

LVIII

 For three whole days together, as we 
have heard men say, Whoe'er had skill 
in singing, on them hard labor lay. 
Sore were their hearts afflicted, as 
for the soul they pray'd Of that 
redoubted champion, who there a corpse 
was laid. 

LIX

 There, too, the poor and needy, who of 
his own had nought, In hand, by 
Kriemhild furnish'd, a golden offering 
brought From Siegfried's proper 
treasure; when his body lifeless lay, 
Marks full many a thousand for his soul 
were given away. 

LX

 Landed rents and revenues she 
scatter'd wide around, Wherever sacred 
convents and holy men were found, And 
to the poor gave silver and clothes in 
plenteous store. She proved by all her 
actions what love to him she bore. 

LXI

 On the third morn when duly the mass 
was to be sung, With country folk all 
weeping (such grief their bosoms wrung) 
The churchyard of the minster was 
fill'd from end to end. Each wail'd the 
dead, each sorrow'd as for his dearest 
friend. 

LXII

 In four days successive were scattered 
'mongst the poor Marks some thirty 
thousand for Siegfried's soul, or more. 
To the good knight such honor his 
friends desir'd to pay, When his life 
was brought to nothing, and his beauty 
passed away. 

LXIII

 The singing now was over, God had been 
serv'd as due; Then with o'ermastering 
sorrow strove that empassion'd crew. 
Next to the grave they brought him from 
out the minster near. One weeping, one 
wild wailing was then alone to hear. 

LXIV

 Loud shrieking, mov'd the people 
around the bearers slow; None there, 
nor man nor woman, but wore one face of 
woe. 'Twas sung; 'twas said, as fitted, 
ere he in ground was laid. Ah! what 
good priests to Siegfried the last sad 
duties paid! 

LXV

 Ere to the grave advancing his own 
true lady came, Her sense-o'erpowering 
sorrow so shook her wasted frame, That 
oft was need to sprinkle her from the 
cool-springing well. Boundless was her 
distraction; the like no tongue can 
tell. 

LXVI

 'Twas strange, such utter anguish 
dislodged not the frail life. With 
eager haste to help her flock'd many a 
wailing wife. Then spake the queen, "Ye 
warriors! My murder'd Siegfried's best, 
By your love to your master grant me 
this last request. 

LXVII

 "Let me have one small pleasure 'mid 
pains so manifold; The stately head of 
Siegfried I would once more behold." 
She begg'd so long, so wailful, that 
less they could not do Than force the 
coffin open, and give the corpse to 
view. 

LXVIII

 So thither they led the lady, where 
lay the clay-cold dead. With her fine 
snowy fingers she rais'd his stately 
head, And kiss'd him lifeless lying; 
long bending there she stood; Her fair 
eyes for anguish wept o'er him tears of 
blood. 

LXIX

 How woful was their parting! Borne was 
she thence away, Walk she could no 
longer; insensible she lay Through 
bitterness of sorrow, so lovely and so 
still, As if Death would have smitten, 
yet wanted heart to kill. 

LXX

 When now the noble champion was duly 
laid in ground, O'erwhelm'd with 
boundless sorrow the valiant chiefs 
were found, That from the land of 
Nibelung had come with him erewhile; 
King Siegmund too thereafter was seldom 
seen to smile. 

LXXI

 Many were there among them who made 
unceasing moan, Nor ate nor drank for 
anguish till three whole days were 
gone. Then hard constraint compell'ed 
them to life against their will, And 
they from grief recovered, as haps to 
thousands still. 

LXXII

 In deadly swoon unconscious the 
widow'd Kriemhild lay, Both day and 
night unalter'd e'en to the second day, 
Nor heard whate'er was spoken, nor 
mark'd what pass'd around; In like 
unheeding sorrow was eke King Siegmund 
drown'd. 

LXXIII

 With pain back to his senses return'd 
the childless chief; Shrunk were his 
powers, and weaken'd through the strong 
dint of grief, Nor was there ground for 
wonder. Then said his liegemen near "My 
lord, best travel homeward; we must not 
tarry here." 



EIGHTEENTH ADVENTURE

HOW SIEGMUND RETURNED HOME 

I

 The father-in-law of Kriemhild to the 
pale mourner went, And kindly thus 
bespake her, "Our thoughts are homeward 
bent; Unwelcome guests in Rhineland I 
ween we needs must be, So, Kriemhild, 
dearest lady, ride to my land with me. 

II

 "Thou must not here dwell helpless 
among thy foemen left, Where both of us 
of Siegfried foul treason hath bereft. 
I'll guard thee with firm friendship 
and honor undefil'd For love of thy 
good husband and of his noble child. 

III

 "All power, beloved lady, shall be 
thine again, And, as thy lord intended, 
royally shalt thou reign. The land, the 
crown, thou ownedst, thou both, as 
erst, shall sway. To thee shall 
Siegfried's liegeman a willing service 
pay." 

IV

 Forthwith 'twas told his followers 
that they must hence with speed; Each 
straight to the stable hurried for his 
steed. To dwell with deadly foemen 
scorn and shame they thought; Matrons 
and maids were stirring, and out their 
vesture sought. 

V

 When now the good King Siegmund ready 
was to ride, Her mother sued to 
Kriemhild among her kin to bide, That 
still her only daughter her aged eyes 
might see. The joy-bereft made answer, 
"Nay, that can hardly be. 

VI

 "With my eyes could I ever the fawning 
friend behold, Who wrought me, wretched 
woman, sorrows so manifold?" Then spake 
the youthful Giselher, "Dear sister, 
why away? For love's sake and for 
duty's, here with thy mother stay. 

VII

 "Who have weigh'd thee down with 
sorrow and wreak'd on thee their hate, 
Of them thou need'st no service; live 
from my sole estate." She answer'd thus 
the warior, "No! no! it cannot be. Die 
should I straight of horror, if I 
should Hagan see." 

VIII

 "From that thou may'st be certain I'll 
shield thee, sister dear, With me shalt 
thou dwell ever, thy brother Giselher, 
Who, if love can bring comfort, will 
thy sad loss supply." "Ah!" said the 
heaven-forsaken, "Of that sore need 
have I." 

IX

 Soon as this gentle proffer the 
youthful knight had made, Next Uta and 
good Gernot and their true cousins 
pray'd The joy-deserted mourner among 
them there to stay. Her kin 'mong 
Siegfried's followers were few and far 
away. 

X

 "To you they all are strangers," said 
Gernot, drawing nigh; "No man there 
lives so mighty but he must some time 
die; Consider this, fair sister, and 
comfort to you take; Here with your 
friends 'twere better your fix'd abode 
to make." 

XI

 At last she promised Giselher that she 
would there abide. Meanwhile the 
knights of Siegmund ready were to ride 
To the Nibelunger's country; their 
steeds were led from stall, And on the 
sturdy sumpters was laid their raiment 
all. 

XII

 The venerable Siegmund went up to 
Kriemhild then, And with these words 
address'd her: "Lady, Siegfried's men 
Are waiting with the horses; part must 
we instantly; It irks me every moment 
we stay in Burgundy." 

XIII

 Then answer'd Lady Kriemhild, "Such 
friends as wish me well And bear me 
love, advise me among them here to 
dwell, Since in the land of Nibelung 
nor kith nor kin have I." Woe was the 
noble Siegmund at hearing her reply. 

XIV

 "In this at least," return'd he, 
"trust not their offers fair. Thou 
before all my kindred the royal crown 
shalt wear With the same pride and 
puissance as ere our joys were crost, 
Nor want of aught remind thee that 
Siegfried we have lost. 

XV

 "Come then, return among us for thy 
fair infant's sake; Desert not the 
young orphan; a mother's duty take. 
When he grows up to manhood, he'll 
comfort thy sad cheer; Meanwhile good 
knights shall serve thee, who held thy 
husband dear." 

XVI

 Said she, "My good lord Siegmund, from 
home I cannot ride. Whatever hence 
befall me, here must I still abide 
Among my proper kinsmen, who'll help me 
to lament." Her words gave the good 
warriors sorrow and discontent. 

XVII

 With one accord they answer'd, "We 
must in truth confess, That never till 
this moment we felt true bitterness, If 
thou persist to tarry among our foemen 
here. Sure for a peaceful journey 
knights never paid so dear." 

XVIII

 "Hence without thought of danger ride 
home with God to friend, Your steps a 
fitting escort shall through this land 
attend E'en to your native country. 
Farewell, good knights and true; My 
dear, my orphan'd infant I trust, my 
friends, to you." 

XIX

 When they perceiv'd for certain that 
she her purpose kept, The warriors of 
King Siegmund with one accord they 
wept. With what heart-rending sorrow 
the reverend Siegmund, too, Parted from 
Lady Kriemhild! then what was grief he 
knew. 

XX

 "Woe worth this dreary festal!" the 
hoary monarch cried, "To kings nor to 
their kinsmen shall never more betide 
From merriment and pleasure such 
heart-devouring teen. In Burgundy shall 
Siegmund never more be seen." 

XXI

 Then said and frown'd indignant the 
knights of Siegfried's train, "Nay, 
into this same country we well may come 
again To seek and find the traitor who 
laid our master low. Among the kin of 
Siegfried they have many a mortal foe." 

XXII

 Lovingly kiss'd he Kriemhild, and 
sadly thus 'gan say, When he could see 
too clearly that she was fix'd to stay, 
"Now home, bereav'd and joyless, a 
weary way we go. 'Tis only now I'm 
feeling the fulness of my woe." 

XXIII

 They rode without an escort from Worms 
beyond the Rhine. Sorrowful and silent 
they mov'd in lengthen'd line, Nor 
fear'd assault or ambush by lurking 
foemen plann'd; Secure each Nibelunger 
felt in his own right hand. 

XXIV

 From all they kept disdainful, leave 
of none they took; Giselher and Gernot 
such parting could not brook. But 
lovingly approach'd them; woe were they 
for their woe; That for their loss they 
sorrow'd, they gave their guest to 
know. 

XXV

 Then gently spoke Prince Gernot, and 
heav'd full many a sigh, "God in heaven 
is my witness, nor part the guilt had I 
In the death of Siegfried, nor had I 
heard before That any him bore malice; 
I sorrow for him sore." 

XXVI

 To them was given good escort by 
Giselher the young. Deep-sorrowing 
altogether he brought them safe along, 
Both king and loyal liegemen, home to 
Netherland. There met they all their 
kindred; small joy was in the band. 

XXVII

 What happ'd to them thereafter is more 
than I can say. At Worms still heard 
was Kriemhild complaining, day by day. 
That none her sorrow pitied, or brought 
her comfort due, Save Giselher her 
brother; he still was good and true. 

XXVIII

 Meanwhile sat misproud Brunhild in 
haughtiness uncheck'd; Of Kriemhild's 
tears and sorrows her it nothing 
reck'd. She pitied not the mourner; she 
stoop'd not to the low. Soon Kriemhild 
took full vengeance, and woe repaid 
with woe. 



NINETEENTH ADVENTURE

HOW THE TREASURE OF THE NIBELUNGERS WAS 
BROUGHT TO WORMS 

I

 While thus the mourning Kriemhild 
remain'd in widow'd state, Count 
Eckewart upon her did ever constant 
wait With all his men about him; he 
serv'd her without fail, And help'd his 
weeping lady his murdered lord to wail. 

II

 At Worms fast by the minster was 
fram'd for her to dwell A building high 
and spacious, and thereto furnish'd 
well, Where sat she joyless ever among 
her joyless train. To church she oft 
betook her, and there would linger 
fain. 

III

 How oft, weigh'd with sorrow (she 
seldom miss'd a day), Thither would she 
go faintly where her beloved lay, And 
God for grace and mercy upon his soul 
implore, And with true love unfailing 
beweep him evermore! 

IV

 Queen Uta and her ladies to sooth the 
mourner sought, But still take could 
she never the comfort that they 
brought; The sting of deadly sorrow had 
pierc'd her heart too deep; Nor love 
had she, nor longing, but for her lord 
to weep. 

V

 Such grief as Kriemhild's never wife 
for her husband knew; Thence might be 
seen how faithful her heart was, and 
how true. E'en to her day of dying her 
life in woe she pass'd. She took for 
her slain Siegfried a dread revenge at 
last. 

VI

 So after her bereavement she sat, for 
three long years And half another, ever 
in sorrow and in tears, Nor once spoke 
word to Gunther, albeit in blood so 
nigh, Nor on her foeman Hagan ever once 
set eye. 

VII

 Then said the Knight of Trony, "Your 
best attention bend, How you may 
hereafter your sister make your friend. 
So might the wondrous treasure come to 
this land, I ween. 'Twould much be to 
your profit, could we appease the 
queen." 

VIII

 "We'll try," replied King Gunther, "my 
brothers with her bide Perhaps by their 
persuasion she may be pacified, And 
e'en in our possession the hoard 
contented see." "I can't believe," said 
Hagan, "that that can ever be." 

IX

 Then to the Margrave Gary in haste 
King Gunther sent; Ortwine to court was 
summon'd to further their intent, And 
Gernot and young Giselher were both 
together brought. The boon from Lady 
Kriemhild with friendly prayer they 
sought. 

X

 Then first the good Burgundian the 
valiant Gernot spake. "Lady, too long 
you're wailing for your lost husband's 
sake. Sure proof the king will give 
you, he ne'er the warrior slew; Why 
then with such deep passion his death 
forever rue?" 

XI

 Said she, "Who charges Gunther? 'twas 
Hagan struck the blow. He gain'd from 
me the secret, where steel could lay 
him low. Could I suspect, that treason 
lurk'd such fair words among? Else, be 
sure, had silence sat ever on my 
tongue. 

XII

 "Ah! had I ne'er betrayed him, but 
still his secret kept, I had not now, 
poor widow! thus lamentably wept. But 
ne'er will I forgive them, who this 
foul deed have done." Then the stout 
knight, young Giselher, to intercede 
begun. 

XIII

 "Ay," said she, "I must greet him, you 
press and urge me so; The more your 
fault and folly; such bitterness of woe 
Hath the king brought upon me with no 
guilt on my part; My mouth it may 
forgive him, but never will my heart." 

XIV

 "Matters may mend hereafter," her kin 
said with one voice, "What if his 
future kindness should make her yet 
rejoice?" "Needs must he," said good 
Gernot, "make up for former ill." 
"See!" said the sorrow-laden, "I'll do 
what'er you will. 

XV

 "Yes! I will greet King Gunther." She 
scarce had given consent When with his 
best friends Gunther unto his sister 
went. Yet durst not stern Hagan before 
the mourner go. He knew himself 
blood-guilty, he had wrought her mortal 
woe. 

XVI

 When she had pardon'd Gunther all that 
had pass'd amiss, He thought it fitting 
kindness the gentle dame to kiss. Had 
he the deed not counselled which all 
that ill had wrought, With freedom oft 
and boldness her presence he had 
sought. 

XVII

 Sure ne'er was reconcilement 'twixt 
friends too long apart By such full 
tears cemented; her loss she took to 
heart, Yet all concern'd she pardon'd, 
all, save only one. Never had been the 
murder, if not by Hagan done. 

XVIII

 'Twas no long time thereafter when 
this device they wrought, That from the 
land of Nibelung should to the Rhine be 
brought By the command of Kriemhild the 
wondrous treasure bright; 'Twas her 
morning-gift at marriage and so was 
hers by right. 

XIX

 For it the youthful Giselher and eke 
good Gernot went; Eighty hundred 
warriors with them their sister sent, 
To bring it from the mountain, where 
close conceal'd it lay, Watch'd by the 
stout dwarf Albric and his best friends 
alway. 

XX

 When now came the Burgundians the 
precious hoard to take, Albric, the 
faithful keeper, thus his friends 
bespake: "This far renowned treasure we 
can't withhold, I ween, The 
marriage-morning present claim'd by the 
noble queen. 

XXI

 "Yet should they have it never, nor 
should we thus be cross'd, Had we not 
the good cloud-cloak to our misfortune 
lost Together with Sir Siegfried, who 
gain'd it here of yore; For Kriemhild's 
noble husband the same at all times 
wore. 

XXII

 "Now ill, alas! has happ'd it to 
Siegfried the good knight, That from us 
the cloud-cloak he took by conquering 
might, And all this land to serve him 
as lord and master bound." Then went 
the chamberlain sadly, where soon the 
keys he found. 

XXIII

 And now the men of Kriemhild before 
the mountain stood, And some, too, of 
her kinsmen; the hoard, as best they 
could, Down to the sea they carried; 
there in good barks 'twas laid, Thence 
o'er the waves, and lastly up the Rhine 
convey'd. 

XXIV

 The tale of that same treasure might 
well your wonder raise; 'Twas much as 
twelve huge wagons in four whole nights 
and days Could carry from the mountain 
down to the salt-sea bay, If to and fro 
each wagon thrice journey'd every day. 

XXV

 It was made up of nothing but precious 
stones and gold; Were all the world 
bought from it, and down the value 
told, Not a mark the less thereafter 
were left, than erst was scor'd. Good 
reason sure had Hagan to covet such a 
hoard. 

XXVI

 And there among was lying the 
wishing-rod of gold, Which whoso could 
discover, might in subjection hold All 
this wide world as master, with all 
that dwell therein. There came to Worms 
with Gernot full many of Albric's kin. 

XXVII

 When Gernot and young Giselher had 
thus possession gain'd Of that 
power-giving treasure, the rule they 
straight obtain'd Of the country and 
the castles and many a warlike knight; 
All was constrained to serve them 
through terror of their might. 

XXVIII

 When they had brought the treasure 
thence to King Gunther's land, And had 
their charge delivered into fair 
Kriemhild's hand, Cramm'd were the 
towers and chambers wherein the same 
they stor'd. Ne'er told was tale of 
riches to match this boundless hoard. 

XXIX

 Yet had she found the treasure a 
thousand-fold as great, Could she have 
seen but Siegfried restored to life's 
estate, Bare as her hand had Kriemhild 
preferr'd with him to live, Renouncing 
all the puissance which all that hoard 
could give. 

XXX

 Now she had gain'd possession, so 
liberal was the dame, That foreign 
knights unnumber'd into the country 
came. All prais'd her generous virtues, 
and own'd they ne'er had seen Lady so 
open-handed as this fair widow'd queen. 

XXXI

 To rich and poor together began she 
now to give; Thereat observed Sir 
Hagan, "If she should chance to live 
Some little season longer, so many 
should we see Won over to her service, 
that ill for us 'twould be." 

XXXII

 Thereto made answer Gunther, "The 
hoard is hers alone; How can I check 
her giving? She gives but from her own. 
Scarce could I gain forgiveness for my 
offence of old. I care not how she 
scatters her jewels and ruddy gold." 

XXXIII

 "A prudent man," said Hagan, "not for 
a single hour Would such a mass of 
treasure leave in a woman's power. 
She'll hatch with all this largess to 
her outlandish crew Something that 
hereafter all Burgundy may rue." 

XXXIV

 Thereto replied King Gunther, "An oath 
to her I swore, That I would ne'er 
offend her nor harm her any more; And 
I'm resolv'd to keep it; my sister too 
is she." At once Sir Hagan answer'd, 
"Then lay the blame on me." 

XXXV

 Too many of the chieftains their 
plighted faith forsook; The powerful 
hoard the perjur'd from the poor widow 
took; Sir Hagan straight made seizure 
at once of every key. When her brother 
Gernot heard it, bitterly wroth was he. 

XXXVI

 Then spake the young Sir Giselher, 
"Hagan the fierce and rude Hath foully 
wrong'd my sister; this I should have 
withstood; But that he is my kinsman, 
it should cost his life." Then afresh 
all vainly wept noble Siegfried's wife. 

XXXVII

 Then said the good Sir Gernot, "Ere 
this pernicious mine Confound us any 
further, better beneath the Rhine Sink 
it altogether, and tell no mortal 
where." Then sadly went fair Kriemhild 
to her brother Giselher. 

XXXVIII

 She wept and said, "Dear brother, pray 
take some thought of me; Of my person 
and possessions thou should'st the 
guardian be." Then spake he to his 
sister, "I will, whate'er betide, Soon 
as we come back hither, for now we 
hence must ride." 

XXXIX

 King Gunther and his kinsmen they 
forthwith left the land. The very best 
among them he took to form his band. 
There stay'd behind but Hagan; fierce 
hate and malice still He bore the 
weeping Kriemhild, and sought to work 
her ill. 

XL

 Ere back the king came thither, 
impatient of delay Hagan seiz'd the 
treasure, and bore it thence away. Into 
the Rhine at Lochheim the whole at once 
threw he! Henceforth he thought t' 
enjoy it, but that was ne'er to be. 

XLI

 He never more could get it for all his 
vain desire; So fortune of the traitor 
cheats of his treason's hire. Alone he 
hop'd to use it as long as he should 
live, But neither himself could profit, 
nor to another give. 

XLII

 Once more return'd the princess, and 
with them all their train. Forthwith 
began sad Kriemhild her heavy loss to 
plain With ladies and with maidens; 
their grief indeed was strong. In all 
good faith was Giselher ready to venge 
her wrong. 

XLIII

 Then said they altogether, "Much evil 
hath he done." So for a time Sir Hagan 
retir'd their wrath to shun, Till he 
regain'd their favor; at last they 
look'd it o'er. Thereat to him fair 
Kriemhild yet deadlier hatred bore. 

XLIV

 Ere thus the Knight of Trony had 
hidd'n the wondrous hoard, They all an 
oath together had sworn with one accord 
To keep it in concealment while one of 
them should live, So none himself could 
take it, nor to another give. 

XLV

 With this new weight of anguish 
surcharg'd was Kriemhild left, Of her 
bold husband widow'd, and of the hoard 
bereft By such o'erweening outrage; in 
tears the mourner lay, Nor ever ceas'd 
to sorrow e'en till her dying day. 

XLVI

 From the death of Siegfried for 
thirteen years she dwelt On her wrongs 
ever brooding, nor joy one moment felt. 
The murder of her husband she could not 
once forget. To him she still was 
faithful; that praise is Kriemhild's 
yet. 

XLVII

 The wealthy Lady Uta, when death took 
Dankrat hence, A sumptuous monastery 
rais'd at her own expense, Endowed with 
rich revenues, which yet its coffers 
fill; The abbey of Lorsch they call it; 
'tis high in honor still. 

XLVIII

 Thereto the mourning Kriemhild no 
little part supplied Both for the soul 
of Siegfried and for all souls beside. 
She gave both gold and jewels; a wife 
more chaste and true, And a more 
liberal giver man surely never knew. 

XLIX

 Since Kriemhild had King Gunther once 
to her grace restor'd, And yet by his 
connivance next lost the precious 
hoard, A thousand-fold more sorrow at 
her heart there lay. The proud and 
high-born lady would gladly thence 
away. 

L

 Meanwhile for Lady Uta was built with 
skill and care At Lorsch, fast by her 
abbey, a sumptuous palace fair. The 
widow left her children, and there 
seclusion found. Still lies she in her 
coffin deep in that hollow'd ground. 

LI

 Then said the queen to Kriemhild, 
"List to me, daughter dear, Come to 
Lorsch, to my palace, thou canst not 
linger here; And dwell with me thy 
mother, and cease to weep and grieve." 
"To whom then," answer'd Kriemhild, 
"Shall I my husband leave?" 

LII

 The Lady Uta answer'd, "Here let him 
still abide." "Now God in heaven forbid 
it!" the faithful wife replied; "No! my 
beloved mother, I must not have it so; 
If Kriemhild hence must journey, with 
her must Siegfried go." 

LIII

 Then gave command the mourner up to 
take the dead; His noble bones were 
forthwith transferred to their last bed 
At Lorsch beside the minster in 
many-honor'd guise. There yet in a long 
coffin the stately warrior lies. 

LIV

 Just then, when sorrowing Kriemhild 
was ready to depart, And hop'd with her 
fond mother to ease her aching heart, 
She yet was forc'd to tarry and that 
last hope resign. 'Twas caus'd by 
sudden tidings, that cross'd from far 
the Rhine. 



TWENTIETH ADVENTURE

HOW KING ETZEL SENT INTO BURGUNDY TO 
PROPOSE FOR KRIEMHILD 

I

 'Twas of yore, in the season when Dame 
Helca died, And the stout King Etzel 
would take another bride, His friends 
all gave him counsel his marriage troth 
to plight To a proud Burgundian widow, 
that Lady Kriemhild hight. 

II

 His courtiers thus, when Helca had 
ended now her life, Bespoke him, "Would 
you ever take a noble wife, The best 
with whom a monarch could share his 
royal state, Make choice of this fair 
lady; bold Siegfried was her mate." 

III

 Then answer'd stout King Etzel, "How 
can succeed the plan, For me, that am a 
heathen, and not a christen'd man, To 
woo a Christian woman? never consent 
will she; Sure 'twere a very marvel if 
this could ever be." 

IV

 Thereto his knights made answer, "What 
if she yet consent Mov'd by your name 
so glorious and potent regiment? 'Twere 
well to make the trial whatever thence 
accrue; For such a fair companion a 
king might gladly sue." 

V

 The noble king then question'd, "Who 
among you knows The people and the 
country where Rhine's fair current 
flows?" Said Rudeger of Bechlaren, "For 
that trust me alone; I from earliest 
childhood the noble kings have known. 

VI

 "Gunther and Gernot, good knights as 
e'er can be; The third is the young 
Giselher; each of the brethren three 
Does all, whereby clear honor and high 
repute are won, Just as their brave 
forefathers down to our times have 
done." 

VII

 Thereto gave answer Etzel, "Friend, do 
to me declare, If she indeed be worthy 
here the proud crown to wear; And, if 
she be so lovely as by report is borne, 
My best friends may be certain, they'll 
have no cause to mourn. 

VIII

 "For peerless grace and beauty with 
Helca she may vie, My lady 
ever-honor'd; saw yet never eye In all 
this world a fairer; she's of all 
queens the best; The lord of such a 
lady must be supremely blest." 

IX

 "Then, as thou lov'st me, Rudeger, go, 
court her for my bride, And if I should 
come ever to lie by Kriemhild's side, 
Assure thee, to my utmost I will thy 
pains requite; Well thou hast ever 
serv'd me, and done my will aright. 

X

 "Out of my treasure-chamber whate'er 
thou wilt I'll give, That thou and thy 
companions merrily may live. Clothes, 
horses, all thou needest, I'll 
willingly defray. Of such make full 
provision, and speed thee on thy way." 

XI

 Thereto in answer Rudeger, the wealthy 
margrave, spake, "Surely 'twould ill 
beseem me ought from the stores to 
take. Fain will I bear thy message to 
the Rhenish brethren bold From my own 
rich possessions, that of thee I have 
and hold." 

XII

 Then spake the mighty monarch, "Now 
when will you ride To seek my love and 
lady? God be your guard and guide, And 
keep you both in safety through all the 
paths you trace, And fortune speed my 
wooing, that I may win my lady's 
grace." 

XIII

 Then Rudeger made answer, "Ere this 
land we quit, With weapons and with 
raiment our band we out must fit, That 
we before the princes in splendor due 
may shine. Five hundred stately 
warriors I'll lead unto the Rhine; 

XIV

 "That, when the stout Burgundians me 
and mine shall see, It by all beholders 
at once confess'd shall be, That ne'er 
despatch'd a monarch, on distant wooing 
bent, A band more choice and numerous 
than thou to Rhine hast sent. 

XV

 "And, noble king, remember whom thou 
desir'st to wed; The first of martial 
champions, Sir Siegfried, shar'd her 
bed, The son of royal Siegmund; thou 
hast seen him here before; From all, 
the highest honors, and well deserv'd, 
he bore." 

XVI

 Then replied King Etzel, "If she was 
Siegfried's wife, So honor'd was her 
husband, while he was yet in life, That 
at my hands his consort will meet true 
love and care. Heaven grant that I may 
find her as gracious as she's fair!" 

XVII

 Then spake the noble margrave, "Thus 
then at once I say, We'll fix for our 
departure the four and twentieth day. 
Straight to my dear wife Gotelind I'll 
send to let her know, That on this 
quest for Kriemhild I must in person 
go." 

XVIII

 Rudeger to Bechlaren bade a courier 
speed amain; The margravine his message 
fill'd both with joy and pain. He told 
her he was going for the king to woo; 
Fair Helca she remembered with tender 
love and true. 

XIX

 Glad was she from her husband such 
tidings to receive, And yet in part she 
sorrow'd; she could not choose but 
grieve, In doubt to find a mistress so 
gracious as before, And when she 
thought on Helca, her very heart was 
sore. 

XX

 Seven days Sir Rudeger in Hungary 
abode; Well pleas'd was stout King 
Etzel when forth his envoy rode. In the 
city of Vienna was ordered all their 
weed. The margrave would not tarry, but 
ever on would speed. 

XXI

 Right gladly at Bechlaren he and his 
men were seen; Him waited there Dame 
Gotelind and the young margravine 
Rudeger's gentle daughter, and many a 
noble dame Was there with fitting 
welcome as home the warriors came. 

XXII

 Ere the noble Rudeger to Bechlaren 
took his way From the city of Vienna, 
the raiment rich and gay Had safe 
arriv'd to meet them, full many a 
sumpter's load; So strong they march'd, 
that little was robb'd upon the road. 

XXIII

 When they came to Bechlaren, to his 
companions brave A warm and hearty 
welcome, the host, as fitted, gave, And 
in commodious chambers lodg'd them all 
and some. Dame Gotelind the wealthy 
rejoic'd to see him come. 

XXIV

 And so did his dear daughter, the fair 
young margravine. Never were guests so 
welcome as these to her, I ween. The 
chiefs that came from Hungary how 
gladly she survey'd! Then thus with 
smiling aspect spake the noble maid. 

XXV

 "Welcome home, dear father, welcome 
thy comrades too!" Fair thanks were 
paid the damsel by all that knightly 
crew, As them and her befitted, for her 
reception kind. Well to Lady Gotelind 
was known her husband's mind. 

XXVI

 As by the side of Rudeger that night 
awake she lay, Thus in soft accents 
asking the margravine 'gan say, 
"Whither have you been order'd by the 
King of Hungary?" Said he, "My Lady 
Gotelind, I'll tell you willingly. 

XXVII

 "Our king again would marry now that 
fair Helca's dead, And I must go 
a-wooing in royal Etzel's stead. To ask 
the hand of Kriemhild hence to the 
Rhine I ride. Here will she rule as 
lady with queenly power and pride." 

XXVIII

 "God grant it!" answered Gotelind, "So 
'twill be surely best. We hear her 
praise and honor by every tongue 
confess'd. She'll be to us hereafter 
what Helca was whilere. We the proud 
crown of Hungary may gladly see her 
wear." 

XXIX

 Then said the noble margrave, "Love 
and lady mine, To the good knights, 
that with me prick hence unto the 
Rhine, Give friendly gifts in plenty 
from our abundant store. Fair robes and 
rich equipments the bold embolden 
more." 

XXX

 "Whoe'er will take a present," she 
answer'd, "not a guest Shall go by me 
unguerdon'd of what may suit him best. 
Whoever poor dismounted, rich shall 
return to selle." Thereto replied the 
margrave, "Your words content me well." 

XXXI

 Ah! what rich stuffs the warriors then 
from her chamber bore! 'Mong the good 
knights were mantles shar'd out in 
copious store, Each with the patient 
needle well sewn from throat to spur. 
Therefrom whatever pleas'd him chose 
out Sir Rudeger. 

XXXII

 'Twas on the seventh fair morning that 
from Bechlaren rode The host and his 
companions; they through Bavaria yode 
With store of arms and raiment, yet 
such was their array, That robbers 
rarely ventur'd to assail them on their 
way. 

XXXIII

 Within twelve days of journey by Rhine 
they drew the rein. The news of their 
arrival no secret could remain. To the 
king and his liegemen at once the 
tidings ran, That come were certain 
strangers; the host to ask began, 

XXXIV

 If they were known to any; who knew, 
should say so straight 'Twas seen their 
sturdy sumpters bore many a heavy 
weight; So, that they were wealthy, 
each took at once for known. Forthwith 
were they to chambers in the wide city 
shown. 

XXXV

 Since no man knew the strangers who to 
the land were come, Narrowly was each 
chieftain observ'd by all and some. 
They wonder'd wherefore came they, and 
from what distant coast. The same of 
stout Sir Hagan inquir'd the anxious 
host. 

XXXVI

 Then said the Knight of Trony, "I have 
not seen them yet; I can inform you 
better when I and they have met. 
Whatever be their country, how far 
soe'er it be, They must indeed be 
strangers, if they're unknown to me." 

XXXVII

 Now were in fitting chambers bestow'd 
the noble guests. The margrave and his 
comrades all donn'd their choicest 
vests, And rode to court attended; all 
gaz'd on them their fill; Right 
gorgeous was their raiment, and cut 
with curious skill. 

XXXVIII

 Straight cried the nimble Hagan, "If I 
conjecture right, (Though now 'tis many 
a summer since last I saw the knight), 
So moves yon gallant squadron, that we 
must needs have here The mighty Hunnish 
margrave redoubted Rudeger." 

XXXIX

 "Nay! how can I believe it," said 
Gunther instantly, "That he of 
Bechlaren has come to Burgundy?" The 
king had scarce well ended, when they 
had drawn so nigh, That Hagan could for 
certain good Rudeger descry. 

XL

 He and his friends ran forward, and 
flock'd the guests around. Five hundred 
knights together sprung from horse to 
ground. The valiant chiefs of Hungary 
were welcom'd o'er and o'er. Messengers 
yet never such goodly raiment wore. 

XLI

 Then the stout Knight of Trony spoke 
these fair words aloud, "Now in God's 
name welcome all ye champions proud, 
The Lord of Bechlaren and his followers 
bold." The warlike Huns were greeted 
with honors manifold. 

XLII

 King Gunther's nearest kinsmen to see 
them forward press'd. Ortwine of Metz 
thus friendly Sir Rudeger address'd, 
"We ne'er have seen so gladly on any 
former day Guests in the bounds of 
Rhineland; this can I truly say." 

XLIII

 Much thanks for their fair welcome 
return'd the warriors all. Thence 
forthwith stepp'd they forward into the 
spacious hall, Where the king was 
seated amidst his chivalry. He rose as 
in they enter'd, such was his courtesy. 

XLIV

 With what kind condescension to the 
messengers he went! Gunther and Gernot 
welcom'd with friendly warm intent 
Their guest and his companions, and 
made them fitting cheer. By the hand 
then took King Gunther the noble 
Rudeger. 

XLV

 To the seat he brought him whereon 
himself he sat. Then bade he hand the 
strangers (a joyful task was that) Cups 
of his best metheglin and of the 
choicest wine That ere was made from 
vineyards in the land all round the 
Rhine. 

XLVI

 Giselher and Gary had both arriv'd at 
court, Dankwart too and Folker had 
heard the glad report Of such fair 
guests come thither; before the king 
they stood, And joyously saluted the 
noble knights and good. 

XLVII

 Then to his lord Sir Hagan the Knight 
of Trony spake, "These chiefs to 
Gotelind's husband a fit return should 
make For all the friendly service he 
did to us of yore. We should at full 
requite him, and love him still the 
more." 

XLVIII

 Then thus began King Gunther, "This 
now I needs must ask How are they both 
who sent you (to tell me be your task), 
King Etzel and Queen Helca, who reign 
in Hungary?" The noble margrave 
answer'd, "I'll tell you willingly." 

XLIX

 Then from his seat the warrior uprose 
with all his train, And thus bespake 
King Gunther, "If you, Sir King, are 
fain To grant me gracious audience, 
nothing will I withhold. The message, 
that I bring you, it shall be freely 
told." 

L

 Said he, "Whate'er the message that 
Etzel by you sends, I give you leave to 
speak it without consulting friends. At 
once then let me hear it, and these my 
comrades too. All power you have with 
honor your business here to do." 

LI

 Then spake the noble envoy, "My mighty 
sovran sends His love sincere and 
service to you and all your friends. 
Here in distant Rhineland, and I in 
honor bring A true and faithful 
greeting from a true and faithful king. 

LII

 "The noble king entreats you his 
sorrow to deplore; His vassals all are 
mourning; my lady is no more, Helca the 
fair and virtuous, who shar'd his royal 
bed. Many a young maid is orphan'd now 
the good queen is dead. 

LIII

 "Children of noble princes she train'd 
with fostering care; Whom have they 
now, so truly a mother's charge to 
bear? The land is all in sorrow, the 
king can nought but plain; 'Twill be 
long time, I fear me, ere he be blithe 
again." 

LIV

 "Now heaven him quit," said Gunther, 
"that with so fair intent To me and 
mine so distant his service he hath 
sent. I take his greeting kindly; 
henceforth, as best they may, My 
kinsmen and my servants his favor shall 
repay." 

LV

 Then spake the bold Burgundian, Gernot 
the stout and true, "The death of fair 
Queen Helca the world may ever rue. 
Beauty and worth together are buried in 
her grave." To the words of Sir Gernot 
assent Sir Hagan gave. 

LVI

 Thereon the high-born envoy his 
message freely told, "King, since you 
have permitted, I'll to your ears 
unfold, Wherefore my royal master me to 
your court has sent, Plung'd as he is 
in sorrow and doleful dreariment. 

LVII

 "It has been told my master, Sir 
Siegfried now is dead, And Kriemhild 
left a widow; if thus they both have 
sped, Would you but permit her, she the 
crown shall wear Before the knights of 
Etzel, this bids me my good lord 
declare." 

LVIII

 Thereto the king made answer, with 
courteous kind intent, "She will 
perform my pleasure if she to this 
consent. Within three days I'll tell 
you whether her mind be so. How can I 
promise Etzel; till first her will I 
know?" 

LIX

 Meanwhile the guests were feasted and 
furnish'd with the best, And all so 
well entreated, that Rudeger confess'd 
That among Gunther's vassals true 
friends he sure had won. With zeal him 
serv'd Sir Hagan, as he once to him had 
done. 

LX

 So to the third day rested Sir Rudeger 
and his crew. Meanwhile the king took 
counsel ('twas wisdom so to do), And 
ask'd, what thought his kinsmen, if 
'twere a fitting thing, That Kriemhild 
for her husband should take the noble 
king. 

LXI

 All with one voice advis'd it; Hagan 
alone said nay; Then to the bold knight 
Gunther thus 'gan the warrior say, "If 
you are in your senses, beware what I 
foresee. E'en with consent of Kriemhild 
ne'er let this marriage be." 

LXII

 "Wherefore," returned King Gunther, 
"should I oppose her will? Whate'er may 
please fair Kriemhild, I'll grant it 
freely still. Remember, she's my 
sister; let her this crown obtain. 
Ourselves should seek th' alliance, if 
honor thence she gain." 

LXIII

 Thereto replied Sir Hagan, "Let this 
no farther go; If you knew King Etzel 
as I King Etzel know, You ne'er would 
let him wed her as now I hear you say, 
But rather look for ruin from this same 
marriage day." 

LXIV

 "What should I fear?" said Gunther, 
"Safe can I keep me still. I dwell from 
him so distant, he ne'er can work me 
ill. E'en though he wed my sister, I'll 
never come him nigh." Once more 
rejoin'd Sir Hagan, "This ne'er advise 
will I." 

LXV

 For Gernot and young Giselher in haste 
King Gunther sent, To learn of both the 
brethren whether they were content That 
their fair sister Kriemhild should be 
King Etzel's bride. Still gainsaid Sir 
Hagan, and not a soul beside. 

LXVI

 Then spake the bold Burgundian, 
Giselher the good knight. "Now may you, 
friend Hagan, do what is just and 
right. Make her full atonement, whom 
you have caus'd such pain, Nor of the 
gift of fortune deprive her once again. 

LXVII

 "Yes, you have cost my sister so many 
a bitter tear," Thus further spoke the 
warrior redoubted Giselher, "That she 
has cause to hate you; this must 
yourself confess, For ne'er by man was 
woman spoil'd of such happiness." 

LXVIII

 "What I foresee for certain, that give 
I you to know. If she but wed King 
Etzel and to his country go, Some way 
she'll work us mischief, and bring 
revenge to bear. She'll have all at her 
service many a good warrior there." 

LXIX

 Thereto the bold Sir Gernot thus in 
answer said, "All then may rest in 
quiet e'en till they both are dead. For 
wherefore should we ever set foot on 
Etzel's ground? But yet to serve her 
truly we're all in honor bound." 

LXX

 Thereto thus answer'd Hagan, "For that 
I little care; Let but the noble 
Kriemhild the crown of Helca wear, 
Howe'er she plot our ruin, 'twill sure 
and sudden fall. So let alone this 
matter; 'twere better so for all." 

LXXI

 Then spake in wrath Sir Giselher, fair 
Uta's youngest son, "We must not sure 
like traitors demean us every one. Her 
good should make us happy, her hopes we 
should fulfil. Howe'er you murmur, 
Hagan, I'll serve her truly still." 

LXXII

 Ill pleas'd thereat was Hagan, and 
darkly frowning stood. Gernot straight 
and Giselher, the noble knights and 
good, And the rich King Gunther in this 
conclusion met, T' assent, if Kriemhild 
wish'd it, and all ill will forget. 

LXXIII

 "I'll go and tell my lady," said Gary 
there in place, "That forthwith to King 
Etzel she may accord her grace. He 
holds such countless warriors beneath 
his awful sway; Full well may he 
requite her for many a mournful day." 

LXXIV

 Swift went the chief to Kriemhild, 
exulting for her sake; Gladly she 
receiv'd him; how quickly then he 
spake! "Well may you greet me, lady; my 
newsman's guerdon give; You and your 
woes are parted--henceforth with 
pleasure live. 

LXXV

 "One of the mightiest monarchs that 
ever sceptre bore Of far-extended 
kingdoms, or crown imperial wore, Now 
for your love is suing; noble knights, 
his friends, Are hither come to woo 
you; this news your brother sends." 

LXXVI

 Then spake the sorrow-laden, "Now God 
in heaven forfend That you, or any 
other that calls himself my friend, 
Should mock a lonely widow! Who once 
has gain'd the free And virgin love of 
woman, how can he think of me?" 

LXXVII

 Firmly she made denial; together came 
to her Next her two faithful brethren, 
Gernot and Giselher. With loving words 
they cheer'd her, and kindly urg'd her, 
too, To take the king for husband; 
right well she thus would do. 

LXXVIII

 Yet could not all persuasion the 
faithful mourner bring To choose a 
second lover, and yield unto the king. 
Then begg'd the noble warriors, "If 
nothing more can be, Consent at least a 
moment the messengers to see." 

LXXIX

 "I'll not deny," soft sighing the 
noble dame replied, "But that I'd fain 
see Rudeger renown'd so far and wide 
For all his many virtues: 'tis due to 
him alone; Were't any other envoy, to 
him I'd ne'er be known. 

LXXX

 "So beg him," said she further, "to 
let me see him here In my bower 
to-morrow; then I'll acquaint his ear 
Myself with all my wishes and tell him 
all my tale." Then bitterly began she 
once more to weep and wail. 

LXXXI

 Nothing the noble Rudeger had more 
desir'd, I ween, Than to obtain an 
audience of that fair widow'd queen. 
Such he well knew his wisdom and smooth 
persuasive skill, He doubted not, to 
reason he'd bend her stubborn will. 

LXXXII

 So early on the morrow, about the 
matin song, Forth came the noble 
envoys; there was a mighty throng; To 
court with the good margrave there went 
a gorgeous crowd, In glittering weed 
accoutred, of high-born knights and 
proud. 

LXXXIII

 Kriemhild, the fair, the spotless, 
amidst her ladies stood, Waiting for 
Sir Rudeger the noble envoy good. He 
found her in the vesture that every day 
she wore; Her dames stood by in raiment 
all work'd and broider'd o'er. 

LXXXIV

 To the door to meet him with stately 
step she went, And well and warmly 
welcom'd the chief from Etzel sent. 
Eleven good knights were with him, 
himself the twelfth was there. Ne'er 
came such high-born suitors to woo a 
queen so fair. 

LXXXV

 They bade the chief be seated, and 
with him all his band. There the two 
noble margraves were seen before her 
stand, Eckewart and Gary; none there 
was blithe or glad; All wore one face 
of mourning, e'en as their lady sad. 

LXXXVI

 Before her meekly seated many a fair 
maid was seen, Pale sorrowful 
companions of that woe-wither'd queen. 
The cloth, that veil'd her bosom, with 
scalding tears was wet. Well saw the 
noble margrave, her grief was lively 
yet. 

LXXXVII

 Then spake the high-born envoy, "Fair 
child of mightiest kings, To me and to 
my comrades after our wanderings, 
Vouchsafe now your permission before 
you here to stand, And tell what 
brought us hither from our far-distant 
land." 

LXXXVIII

 "Now take my full permission," the 
queen said with a sigh, "And speak your 
wishes freely; not ill inclin'd am I To 
hear you, honored margrave! You are an 
envoy good." Thereby her firm 
reluctance the rest well understood. 

LXXXIX

 Then the Prince of Bechlaren, Sir 
Rudeger, thus spake, "The mighty 
monarch Etzel, lady! for your fair sake 
Has bidd'n me journey hither, and many 
a good knight too Has sent with me to 
Rhineland all for your hand to sue. 

XC

 "True love to you he proffers, 
pleasure unmix'd with pain, A firm 
unswerving friendship, that shall to 
death remain; Such love he bore Dame 
Helca; deep in his heart she lay; He 
now for her lost virtues leads many a 
joyless day." 

XCI

 Then thus the queen made answer, 
"Margrave Rudeger, If man could feel my 
sorrows, no suit would vex my ear, 
Again to take a husband, and be again 
undone. More have I lost already than 
woman ever won." 

XCII

 "What more amends for anguish," the 
warrior answer'd kind, "Than faithful 
love unchanging, could one the blessing 
find, Choosing the heart's beloved and 
choosing not amiss? For life-consuming 
sorrow what sweeter balm than this? 

XCIII

 "To love my noble master should you 
consenting deign, You o'er twelve 
mighty kingdoms a crowned queen shall 
reign. And more than thirty princedoms 
he at your feet will lay, Won by his 
matchless puissance in many a bloody 
fray. 

XCIV

 "To you, besides, obedience many a 
good knight shall do, That to my Lady 
Helca were wont to serve and sue. And 
all the dames and damsels, that once 
swell'd Helca's state. Daughters of 
high-born princes, shall now on 
Kriemhild wait. 

XCV

 "Thereto my lord will give you (this 
bade he me declare), If you vouchsafe 
beside him the queenly crown to wear, 
The highest rights and honors that once 
were Helca's due; All these before his 
liegemen shall be transferred to you." 

XCVI

 "How can I feel contented," the 
mourning queen replied, "To wed another 
hero, a widow and a bride? Grim Death 
in one already has wounded me so sore, 
That nought can now await me, but 
sorrow evermore." 

XCVII

 "Fair queen," the Huns made answer, 
"if only you consent, Your days will 
with King Etzel so royally be spent, 
That each will, as it passes, some 
varied pleasure bring; Such store of 
courtly warriors has our redoubted 
king. 

XCVIII

 "Together Helca's damsels and your 
fair maids will vie In zeal to do you 
service, one blooming company; Good 
knights will there be merry amid so 
bright a train; Be well advis'd, high 
lady! in sooth 'twill be your gain." 

XCIX

 "Well," said she, soft and courteous, 
"this converse now give o'er Until 
to-morrow morning, then hither come 
once more, And then your monarch's 
message I'll answer as I may." The 
high-descended warriors could not but 
obey. 

C

 So to their several chambers the lofty 
strangers went. Straight to her brother 
Giselher the noble lady sent, And eke 
to her good mother; to both them 'gan 
she say, That nothing now became her 
but to weep her life away. 

CI

 Then spake her brother Giselher, 
"Sister, I have been told, And I would 
fain believe it, that all thy griefs of 
old, Etzel will turn to joyance if thou 
with him wilt dwell. Whatever others 
counsel, I like this marriage well. 

CII

 "Thee will he sure," he added, "for 
all the past repay, For there reigns 
ne'er a monarch of such redoubted sway 
From Rhone to Rhine, believe me, from 
th' Elbe to the salt sea. With such a 
king for husband needs must thou happy 
be." 

CIII

 "Ah! why," said she, "dear brother, 
advise me to my bale? Sure it befits me 
better ever to weep and wail. How could 
I ever venture to yonder court to go? 
If I once had beauty, 'tis withered all 
with woe." 

CIV

 Thereat to her dear daughter, the Lady 
Uta spake, "Give ear unto thy brethren, 
dear child, their counsel take; Do what 
thy friends advise thee, 'twill to thy 
profit be. Thy never-ending sorrow it 
has griev'd my heart to see." 

CV

 Full oft she God entreated, nor ceas'd 
for wealth to pray, That she might give 
to others gold, silver, garments gay, 
As erst, ere noble Siegfried, her 
warlike lord, was slain, Yet never 
liv'd the mourner such happy hours 
again. 

CVI

 Then to herself thus thought she, "How 
can I Etzel wed? I, a Christian woman, 
share a heathen's bed? Throughout the 
world dishonor would surely be my due. 
No--not for all his kingdoms thus could 
I ever do." 

CVII

 So let she rest the matter. All night 
till break of day With troublous 
thoughts companion'd on her weary couch 
she lay, Nor ceas'd the tears a moment 
from her fair eyes to flow, Till early 
dawn to matins bade the pale mourner 
go. 

CVIII

 Just at mass time returning the kings 
her brethren came; To their reluctant 
sister their suit was still the same; 
To wed the King of Hungary they urg'd 
her o'er and o'er, But not a whit more 
yielding they found her than before. 

CIX

 Then summon'd were the warriors that 
came on Etzel's part; They sought a 
farewell audience ere they should home 
depart, Successful or successless, as 
it might chance to fall. To court 
straight came Sir Rudeger and his 
valiant comrades all. 

CX

 These press'd their noble leader ever 
by the way To learn the mind of 
Gunther, and that without delay, For 
they had far to travel back to their 
homes, they said. Straight was good Sir 
Rudeger to Kriemhild's presence led. 

CXI

 With soft persuasive accents the 
knight began to pray The fair and 
high-born lady, that she to him would 
say, What answer to King Etzel she to 
return would deign. Naught, ween I, but 
denial he from her lips could gain. 

CXII

 "She'd take no second husband, love 
she could feel for none." "Nay," said 
the noble margrave, "that were unwisely 
done. Why such surpassing beauty waste 
in a mourning bed? 'Twould sure be to 
your honor a loving lord to wed." 

CXIII

 In vain they her entreated, in vain to 
her they pray'd, Till to the queen the 
margrave this secret promise made, 
"He'd full amends procure her for past 
or future ill." Those words her 
storm-toss'd bosom had power in part to 
still. 

CXIV

 Then spoke he to the princess, "Cease 
now to weep and moan; Among the Huns to 
friend you had you but me alone, And my 
fearless vassals, and eke my kinsmen 
true, No one should work you mischief, 
but he should dearly rue." 

CXV

 That still the more attemper'd her coy 
reluctant mood. "Swear then, whoe'er 
may wrong me," the lofty dame pursued, 
"You will be first and foremost revenge 
on him to take." "Fain will I," said 
the margrave, "high lady, for your 
sake." 

CXVI

 Then swore to her Sir Rudeger and all 
his knightly train To serve her ever 
truly, and all her rights maintain, Nor 
e'er of her due honors scant her in 
Etzel's land. Thereto gave the good 
margrave th' assurance of his hand. 

CXVII

 Then thought the faithful mourner, 
"With such a host of friends, Now the 
poor lonely widow may work her secret 
ends, Nor care for what reflections the 
world on her may cast. What if my lost 
beloved I may revenge at last?" 

CXVIII

 Thought she, "The halls of Etzel such 
countless heroes fill, That I if I 
should rule them, may do whate'er I 
will. Beside, the king's so wealthy, to 
give I shall have store, As though 
injurious Hagan had robb'd me ne'er 
before." 

CXIX

 So thus she spake to Rudeger, "If I 
only knew That he was not a heathen, 
I'd go, and gladly too, Wherever he 
requested, and be his faithful bride." 
"Nay, lady," said the margrave, "such 
scruples cast aside. 

CXX

 "He is not quite a heathen, this take 
for truth you may; My good lord was 
converted, as I have heard him say, And 
then the faith abandon'd he had awhile 
profess'd. This, if you love him, lady, 
may be with ease redress'd. 

CXXI

 "Of Christian faith moreover so many 
knights has he, That at his court 
you'll ever be blithe and sorrow-free. 
Perhaps, if you desire it, he may be 
christened too. For this then scorn not 
Etzel, nor let him vainly woo." 

CXXII

 Soon as ceas'd the margrave, once more 
her brethren sued, "Grant us this 
favor, sister, cheer up thy mournful 
mood." So long they begg'd and pray'd 
her, that in the end they sped, And, 
sighing soft, she promis'd that she 
would Etzel wed. 

CXXIII

 She said, "You will I follow, poor, 
widow'd, lonely queen! I'll to the Huns 
betake me, and here no more be seen, If 
I've but friends to guide me hence to 
King Etzel's land." Thereto before the 
heroes fair Kriemhild gave her hand. 

CXXIV

 Then spake the noble margrave, "If you 
have but two men, I have more to join 
them; 'twere well advised then Over the 
Rhine to bring you attended honorably; 
You must not, lady, longer tarry here 
in Burgundy. 

CXXV

 "Men have I five hundred, and kinsmen 
not a few, All at your service, lady, 
both here and yonder too, Whatever you 
command them; myself will foremost be; 
If aught you will henceforward, speak 
but the word to me. 

CXXVI

 "Now bid your steeds be saddled, fair 
dame, and quickly too (Ne'er shall 
Rudeger's counsels give you cause to 
rue), And tell the gentle damsels who 
bear you company, On the road good 
knights will meet us, the flower of 
chivalry." 

CXXVII

 Still had they many a trinket, in 
Siegfried's time uplaid To guerdon the 
best rider; thus could she many a maid 
Lead forth in fitting splendor, when 
hence to fare she sought; Ah! what 
goodly saddles for the fair dames were 
brought! 

CXXVIII

 If ever they had prank'd them in gay 
apparel dress'd, Sure for the present 
journey her maids prepar'd their best; 
They had heard of Etzel's splendor such 
tales as credence mock'd. Every chest 
flew open, before kept closely lock'd. 

CXXIX

 They rested not a moment for four 
whole days and more. Forth from the 
veiling wrappers the gorgeous vests 
they bore. Kriemhild her 
treasure-chamber now to unlock began. 
She long'd t' enrich the comrades of 
Rudeger, every man. 

CXXX

 Gold had she yet remaining from the 
Nibelungers' land; All wish'd she to 
th' Hungarians to give with lavish 
hand; Sturdy mules a hundred could not 
have borne the same. But the tale of 
this huge treasure to th' ear of Hagan 
came. 

CXXXI

 Said he, "She'll ne'er forgive me, 
that need I not be told; So safe with 
us Burgundians shall stay Sir 
Siegfried's gold. Why should I let such 
treasure to deadly foes accrue? I know 
full well what Kriemhild with all this 
wealth will do. 

CXXXII

 "If once she hence could fetch it, I 
guess her whole intent; I doubt not, 
every farthing would to my hurt be 
spent. Besides, they have not horses 
such weight to undergo; So Hagan here 
will keep it, and that shall Kriemhild 
know." 

CXXXIII

 When she heard the tidings, she felt 
it grievous bale; To the three kings 
together full soon was told the tale. 
They wish'd they could avert it, but 
nothing hence ensued. Then thus the 
noble Rudeger spoke in right merry 
mood. 

CXXXIV

 "Rich and noble princess, why sorrow 
for the gold? Let but the eyes of Etzel 
your peerless fair behold, So much the 
king adores you (for this on me depend) 
He'll give you far more treasure than 
you can ever spend." 

CXXXV

 Thereto the queen made answer, "Right 
noble Rudeger, More wealth had never 
princess in kingdom far or near, Than 
this outrageous Hagan has foully reft 
from me." Then came her brother Gernot 
to her chamber hastily. 

CXXXVI

 The king's key in a moment he dash'd 
into the door. The gold of Lady 
Kriemhild, thirty thousand marks or 
more, Out was laid in order from the 
secret cell. He bade the strangers take 
it; that pleas'd King Gunther well. 

CXXXVII

 Then he of Bechlaren, fair Gotelind's 
husband, spake: "If my Lady Kriemhild 
had power with her to take All that 
from Nibelung's country was ever 
brought to Rhine, Yet touch'd should it 
be never by her hand or by mine. 

CXXXVIII

 "So let it here be treasur'd, for none 
of it will I. From home I have hither 
brought such a large supply, That on 
the road full lightly we can with this 
dispense, So amply are we furnish'd for 
all the journey hence." 

CXXXIX

 Twelve chests of gold, the choicest 
that e'er was seen of eye, Her maidens 
had kept ever in close reserve laid by. 
Now with them, as they parted, they 
took the precious load, With store of 
women's trinkets, to serve them on the 
road. 

CXL

 Still she look'd for violence from 
Hagan bad and bold. She had yet for 
pious uses a thousand marks of gold. 
These for the soul of Siegfried, her 
dearest lord, she gave. "Her love," 
thought noble Rudeger, "lives e'en 
beyond the grave." 

CXLI

 Then spake again the mourner: "Where 
are my friends," said she, "Who will a 
life of exile endure for love of me? 
They with the banish'd widow to Hungary 
must ride; Let them take of my 
treasures, and clothes and steeds 
provide." 

CXLII

 Then spake to the sad princess the 
Margrave Eckewart, "Since of your royal 
household first I form'd a part, I've 
done you loyal service; this can I 
truly say, And will the like do ever 
e'en to my dying day. 

CXLIII

 "Of my men, too, five hundred to guard 
you I will lead, All at your disposal, 
faithful and good at need. Us from the 
side of Kriemhild death alone shall 
part." She bow'd to him in silence; his 
words went to her heart. 

CXLIV

 Then forth were led their horses; 
start must they presently; There all 
around them flocking their friends wept 
bitterly. Surely did wealthy Uta with 
her fair maidens show How deeply they 
lamented that Kriemhild was to go. 

CXLV

 A hundred high-born damsels begirt the 
parting queen, All clad, as well became 
them, in robes of glittering sheen. 
Full many a tear of sorrow from their 
bright eyes was shed. At Etzel's court 
soon after a joyous life they led. 

CXLVI

 Then in place young Giselher and 
Gernot you might view; They came, 
through love to Kriemhild, with all 
their followers true. On her way the 
brethren to bring their sister sought, 
And with them well accoutred a thousand 
warriors brought. 

CXLVII

 Then came the active Gary, Ortwine was 
present too, And there the steward 
Rumold his duty had to do. These found 
them fitting quarters e'en to the 
Danube's shore. A little from the city 
rode Gunther, and no more. 

CXLVIII

 Ere from the Rhine for ever their 
eastward steps they bent, They to the 
Huns beforehand swift messengers had 
sent, To tell the stout King Etzel what 
Rudeger had done, And how he peerless 
Kriemhild for his lord had woo'd and 
won. 

CXLIX

 The messengers spurr'd hotly; no time 
had they to lose; They rode at once for 
honor and the guerdon of good news. 
When home they brought the tidings, and 
all the truth made clear, Word surely 
never sounded so sweet in Etzel's ear. 

CL

 For joy of such fair tidings the king 
was pleas'd to give The messengers such 
presents, that thenceforth each might 
live Merrily for ever, e'en to his 
dying day. Through love the king's long 
sorrow vanish'd at once away. 



TWENTY-FIRST ADVENTURE

HOW KRIEMHILD DEPARTED 

I

 Enough now of the messengers; we'll 
tell you, as we may, How the queen 
through the country went riding on her 
way, And where Gernot and Giselher, who 
forth with her had passed, And serv'd 
her well and truly, took leave of her 
at last. 

II

 On rode they to the Danube, and Vergen 
now was near When leave they took, 
lamenting of the queen their sister 
dear, For to the Rhine together they 
would retrace their road. As such nigh 
kindred parted, many a sad tear there 
flow'd. 

III

 As leave took Sir Giselher, to his 
sister thus said he, "Lady, if 
hereafter thou e'er have need of me, 
Whatever be thy danger, if thou but let 
me know, Straight to the land of Etzel 
to serve thee will I go." 

IV

 All those, who were her kinsmen, 
kiss'd on her mouth the queen. That day 
a loving farewell 'twixt Kriemhild's 
friends was seen And the good 
margrave's vassals; they thence asunder 
sped. The high-born queen right onward 
many a fair maiden led. 

V

 Fivescore and four together, a richly 
vested throng In stuffs of divers 
colors; many a buckler strong Follow'd 
the lovely lady, while many a knight of 
pride, At length from her departing, 
turn'd rein and homeward hied. 

VI

 Thence down the stream advancing, they 
rode Bavaria through; Then all around 
spread tidings, that with hot haste a 
crew Of strangers on were coming. Where 
now an abbey stands, And where to reach 
the Danube the swift Inn scours the 
lands, 

VII

 There sat in Passau city a bishop of 
good report. Straight empty was each 
chamber, and eke the prince's court. 
All were forthwith pricking to Bavarian 
ground, Where the good Bishop Pilgrin 
the Lady Kriemhild found. 

VIII

 The good knights of the country were 
not ill pleas'd, I ween, To see so many 
a beauty about the stately queen. With 
loving looks they courted the maids of 
lofty race. Then led was every stranger 
to seemly resting-place. 

IX

 They there at Pledelingen were lodg'd 
as best might be. On all sides all came 
flocking the noble guests to see. 
Whome'er they met, were ready alike to 
give or do Whate'er was to their honor, 
both there and elsewhere too. 

X

 With his niece, the bishop straight to 
Passau sped. Forthwith the merry 
tidings among the burghers spread, 
Kriemhild was thither coming, their 
prince's sister's child; The merchants 
well receiv'd her, the queenly lady 
mild. 

XI

 Much desir'd the bishop that they 
awhile would stay; Then said the good 
Sir Eckewart, "No, we must hence away 
(Howe'er well pleas'd to linger), down 
to Rudeger's land. His knights await 
our coming, and think us close at 
hand." 

XII

 Already had fair Gotelind the joyful 
tidings heard; She and her noble 
daughter quick themselves bestirr'd. 
She had been advis'd by Rudeger, her 
lord and master dear, It seem'd him 
right and fitting, that, the sad queen 
to cheer, 

XIII

 She should ride and meet her with his 
vassals every one, Up to the Ems 
advancing. This was no sooner done, 
Than, afoot or in saddle, all together 
ran; The roads throughout the country 
were alive with horse and man. 

XIV

 To Efferding fair Kriemhild had now 
her journey made; Many a Bavarian 
pricker his hands had gladly laid On 
the costly baggage as is their custom 
still, And thus the noble travellers 
would have suffer'd loss and ill, 

XV

 But those light-finger'd rovers the 
margrave could not brook. A thousand 
knights and better to guard his march 
he took; Thither, too, his consort fair 
Gotelind had come, And in bright array 
around her his vassals all and some. 

XVI

 Thence o'er the Traun they hasten'd, 
and forthwith all around With tents and 
huts bespotted the plain of Ems they 
found. There the noble travellers that 
night their lodging made. The bands of 
knights their charges by Rudeger were 
paid. 

XVII

 No longer in her quarters fair 
Gotelind abode; Many a wanton palfrey 
pranc'd in the crowded road, Every 
bridle jingling, and glittering every 
selle. Right hearty was the welcome; it 
pleas'd the margrave well. 

XVIII

 Now on both sides advancing the 
gorgeous trains drew near. Many a good 
knight between them forth prick'd in 
full career, And waged the mimic 
battle; their knightly sports, I ween, 
Drew many a damsel's glances, nor irk'd 
the stately queen. 

XIX

 When met the noble strangers and 
Rudeger's vassals true, Up in the air, 
loud crashing, many a splinter flew 
From the hands of heroes in knightly 
exercise. Well before the ladies rode 
they for the prize. 

XX

 Soon was o'er the tourney; the knights 
together sped, Each friendly greeting 
other; then Gotelind forth was led, Her 
duty to Queen Kriemhild in humble guise 
to pay. The skill'd in ladies' service, 
scant leisure sure had they. 

XXI

 To meet his wife, the margrave rode 
forward from the queen. Not ill pleas'd 
was surely the noble margravine, That 
back from Rhine so hearty had come her 
own good knight. Her long-brooded 
sorrows vanish'd in delight. 

XXII

 When now had pass'd the welcome the 
loving pair between, He bade her with 
her ladies alight upon the green. None 
then was idle standing among the nobles 
there; All busily bestirr'd them in the 
service of the fair. 

XXIII

 Soon as the Lady Kriemhild beheld the 
margravine There with the ladies 
standing, rode on a space the queen; 
Then sudden check'd her palfrey (the 
bit he answer'd well) And instant bade 
her servants lift her down from selle. 

XXIV

 Then might you see the bishop, already 
sprung from steed, Him and good Sir 
Eckewart, his niece to Gotelind lead. 
All there made way before them as 
softly on they came. Then on the mouth 
the wanderer kiss'd the good margrave's 
dame. 

XXV

 Then said the wife of Rudeger, with 
tender love and true, "Now well is me, 
dear lady, that one so fair as you Here 
at last in our country I with my eyes 
have seen. Ne'er in these times, be 
certain, so happy have I been." 

XXVI

 "Now heaven you quit," said Kriemhild, 
"for all that you have done. Should we 
live, noble Gotelind, both I and 
Botlung's son, You may indeed be 
thankful that you have look'd on me." 
'Twas all unknown to either what after 
was to be. 

XXVII

 Courteously one to another went many a 
blooming maid; Young knights to yield 
them service with ready zeal essay'd; 
So after kindly greeting (though erst 
unknown I ween) They soon came friends 
together close sitting on the green. 

XXVIII

 With wine were serv'd the ladies; by 
this 'twas height of noon; The noble 
knights and damsels again were moving 
soon. Thence rode they to a meadow 
where spacious tents were pight, And 
all within made ready for solace and 
delight. 

XXIX

 There through the dark they rested 
till morn began to smile. They of 
Bechlaren bestirr'd themselves the 
while, For such guests and so many 
fittingly to prepare. The margrave so 
had order'd, little was wanting there. 

XXX

 There might you see wide open every 
window in every wall; The gates of 
Bechlaren were back thrown one and all; 
In rode the guests; loud shouted the 
townsmen least and most; Choice 
quarters were prepar'd them by the care 
of the noble host. 

XXXI

 Sir Rudeger's fair daughter with her 
maidens went Where the queen she 
greeted with loving kind intent; There 
found she, too, her mother, who had 
with Kriemhild stay'd. Meanwhile to 
each fair damsel was joyous welcome 
made. 

XXXII

 So either party mingled, and each went 
hand in hand Into a spacious palace 
with curious cunning plann'd; Beneath 
it roll'd the Danube; there took they 
all their ease, In gentle pastime 
sitting, fann'd by the river breeze. 

XXXIII

 What further pass'd among them is more 
than I can say. Sore murmur'd 
Kriemhild's followers that they must 
hence away, And leave the pleasant city 
where such kind friends abode. Ah! what 
good warriors with them from Bechlaren 
rode! 

XXXIV

 To them much loving service the noble 
margrave paid; Then to fair Gotelind's 
daughter the queen a present made; She 
gave her twelve red armlets, and robes 
so richly wrought, That with her 
nothing better to Etzel's land she 
brought. 

XXXV

 Albeit the wondrous treasure now was 
hers no more, Still, from the small 
remainder of her once boundless store, 
Whome'er she saw, her bounty made every 
one content, And now to Rudeger's 
household right precious gifts she 
sent. 

XXXVI

 In turn, as well befitted her state 
and lofty line, So well Dame Gotelind 
treated the strangers from the Rhine, 
That few were there among them, but 
from her copious store Precious stones 
in plenty or gorgeous raiment bore. 

XXXVII

 When they their fast had broken, and 
ready were to part, Then the noble 
hostess with true and faithful heart 
Proffer'd her constant service to 
Etzel's stately queen, Who much 
caress'd and fondly the fair young 
margravine. 

XXXVIII

 To the queen said the damsel, "If it 
seem you well, Of the mind of my father 
this I can truly tell, That he would 
gladly send me among the Huns to you." 
That the young maiden lov'd her, how 
well fair Kriemhild knew! 

XXXIX

 Their horses now were saddled, and 
brought before the town. Thither the 
noble Kriemhild came from the castle 
down, And bade farewell to Gotelind and 
to her daughter dear. Many a maid of 
many a maiden took leave with many a 
tear. 

XL

 They look'd on one another but seldom 
from that day. At Medilich to the 
strangers were handed on the way Rich 
golden cups, well fashion'd, and 
thereto, as a sign Of free and hearty 
welcome, fill'd to the brim with wine. 

XLI

 Here held his wary station a host that 
Astolt hight; From him the road to 
Austria the travellers learn'd aright, 
Toward Mautern down the Danube; all 
anxious there were seen To meet with 
zealous service King Etzel's gracious 
queen. 

XLII

 There lovingly the bishop parted from 
his niece, How strongly he advis'd her 
to live in joy and peace, And gain fair 
fame and credit as Helca did of yore! 
Ah! what high honors thenceforth among 
the Huns she bore! 

XLIII

 Thence their way to the Traisem the 
noble strangers made. The men of the 
good margrave all fair attendance paid, 
Till the Huns to meet them came riding 
o'er the green. Then with royal honors 
was welcomed the fair queen. 

XLIV

 Fast beside the Traisem the King of 
Hungary Possess'd a famous castle kept 
well and warily; It's name was 
Zeissenmauer; there Helca once did 
dwell, Displaying such high virtues, 
that none could her excel, 

XLV

 Save only peerless Kriemhild, who well 
knew how to give; Sure, after all her 
sorrows, she might contented live, Such 
crowds of Etzel's warriors were proud 
on her to wait, Adorers of her beauty 
and vassals of her state. 

XLVI

 Wide was the rule of Etzel, and wider 
his renown; The most redoubted 
champions from castle and from town 
Were at his court assembled; together, 
all and some, Christian knights and 
Paynim, they now with him were come. 

XLVII

 With him at every season was many a 
prowest chief Alike of heathen doctrine 
and of the true belief. Whate'er his 
faith, each warrior was prompt at 
Etzel's call, And the king was so 
gracious, he gave enough to all. 



TWENTY-SECOND ADVENTURE

HOW THE HUNS RECEIVED KRIEMHILD 

I

 Kriemhild at Zeissenmauer remain'd 
till the fourth day; On the roads, 
while there she rested, the dust no 
moment lay. It seem'd the land was 
burning, so smok'd each hoof-beat 
plain, As Etzel's men through Austria 
came trampling on amain. 

II

 When to the monarch's hearing the 
joyful tidings came. How stately 
through his country rode the Burgundian 
dame, All sorrow in a moment was from 
his heart effac'd; To meet his love and 
lady he spurred with burning haste. 

III

 Good knights of many a region and many 
a foreign tongue Prick'd before King 
Etzel, that all the champaign rung; 
Christian and heathen squadrons, 
careering wide around, Advanc'd in 
dazzling splendor to where the queen 
they found. 

IV

 Chiefs from Greece and Russia in 
crowds were there to meet; Polacks and 
Wallachians there were spurring fleet. 
Each his fiery charger had in due 
command; Each display'd the customs of 
his own native land. 

V

 From Kiev came many a champion, each 
in fair array, And savage Petchenegers, 
that ever on their way Kept shooting 
from the saddle at wild birds as they 
flew; The arrow-head full strongly to 
the bend of the bow they drew. 

VI

 Fast by the flowing Danube there 
stands on Austrian ground A city that 
hight Tulna; there first fair Kriemhild 
found Many an outlandish custom, and 
was with welcome sought By many a 
knight, whom after to doom and death 
she brought. 

VII

 Before King Etzel riding his household 
forward came, Four and twenty princes 
of loftiest birth and name, Merry, and 
rich, and courtly, and glittering all 
with gold, Who long'd for nothing 
better than their lady to behold. 

VIII

 Duke Ramung of Wallachia rode 
trampling o'er the plain; Seven hundred 
chosen warriors behind him held the 
rein; You might see them speeding like 
wild birds in their flight. Thither 
came Prince Gibek with many a squadron 
bright. 

IX

 Swift Hornbog, with a thousand 
trampling the dusty green, Left the 
side of the monarch, and gallop'd 
toward the queen. After their country's 
fashion they shouted shrill and loud. 
Hotly was also ridden by Etzel's 
kinsmen proud. 

X

 Hawart was there of Denmark (a 
champion bold was he), And the nimble 
Iring from falsehood ever free, And 
Irnfried of Thueringia, a stern and 
stately knight. These receiv'd fair 
Kriemhild with all the pomp they might. 

XI

 With men at arms twelve hundred 
advanc'd they o'er the lea. Thither too 
from Hungary rode on with thousands 
three Sir Bloedel, Etzel's brother, for 
knightly deeds renown'd; He mov'd with 
princely splendor to where the queen he 
found. 

XII

 Last the great King Etzel and eke Sir 
Dietrich came With all his brave 
companions; there many a knight of fame 
And proud descent was present, prudent, 
and bold, and true, High beat the heart 
of Kriemhild their wide array to view. 

XIII

 Then to the queen beside him thus 
spoke Sir Rudeger; "Lady, with your 
permission the king I'll welcome here. 
Whome'er to kiss I bid you, let it 
straight be done. It fits not, such a 
favor be granted every one." 

XIV

 Straight from her sleek palfrey the 
queen was lifted down; No longer 
dallied Etzel, the king of wide renown; 
From horse with many a warrior he 
lighted on the green, And merrily went 
forward to meet the noble queen. 

XV

 Two great and mighty princes, as has 
to us been told, Advanc'd with the fair 
lady in raiment rich with gold, As the 
wide-ruling Etzel approached his bride 
to meet, When she deign'd the monarch 
with a loving kiss to greet. 

XVI

 With that her veil back threw she; 
forth beam'd her rosy hue From the gold 
around it; many were there to view; All 
own'd Dame Helca's beauty scarce with 
hers could vie. There the king's 
brother Bloedel close was standing by. 

XVII

 Him the first kiss'd Kriemhild as bade 
the margrave good, And next to him King 
Gibek; there too Sir Dietrich stood. 
Twelve, the chief and noblest, were 
kiss'd by Etzel's bride. With courteous 
grace she welcom'd many a good knight 
beside. 

XVIII

 All the while that Etzel talk'd with 
his lady true, The young knights were 
doing as young knights now will do. 
They tried their skill in tilting as 
best they could devise, Christian alike 
and heathen each in his country's 
guise. 

XIX

 In Dietrich's men bold bearing and 
knightly you might spy. How high above 
the bucklers they made the splinters 
fly (So mighty was their puissance) and 
deafen'd all the field! By the German 
strangers pierc'd through was many a 
shield. 

XX

 The crash of spears resounded as band 
encounter'd band. Thither were come 
from all sides the warriors of the 
land, And the king's guests together, 
nobles in proud array; Thence now with 
Lady Kriemhild King Etzel went his way. 

XXI

 Close by, a rich pavilion for their 
retreat they found; Crowded with tents 
and cabins was all the field around. 
There, after all their labors, their 
languid limbs they laid. Many a good 
warrior thither led many a gentle maid, 

XXII

 Where on a cushion'd sofa rich beyond 
compare The stately queen was seated: 
the margrave's anxious care For all 
things most convenient to pomp and ease 
had sent, And so at once serv'd 
Kriemhild, and gave the king content. 

XXIII

 The tale then told by Etzel is more 
than I can say; Soft in his hand 
reposing her snowy fingers lay. So sat 
they gentle toying, for Rudeger, I 
ween, Left not the king a moment in 
secret with the queen. 

XXIV

 Then o'er the spacious meadow they 
bade the tourney cease; With honor all 
that tumult now was hush'd in peace. 
Then Etzel's men betook them to cabin, 
booth, or tent; Fit and convenient 
harbor they found where'er they went. 

XXV

 The day at last was ended, then took 
they their repose, Till, at her hour 
returning, the cheerful dawn arose. 
Then hasten'd many a warrior to horse 
at once to spring. Ah! what pastimes 
plied they in honor of the king! 

XXVI

 The king his Huns exhorted to do as 
honor bade. From Tulna to Vienna their 
journey then they made. There found 
they many a lady adorn'd in all her 
pride To welcome with due honor King 
Etzel's noble bride. 

XXVII

 In overflowing fulness all, that could 
each delight, To his wish was ready; 
exulting many a knight Look'd forward 
to the revels; joy smil'd on most and 
least; With mirth and gladness open'd 
King Etzel's marriage-feast. 

XXVIII

 The numbers now assembled the city 
could not hold, So all, who were not 
strangers, the noble margrave told To 
seek convenient quarters in all the 
country round. Still constant in 
attendance on the fair queen were found 

XXIX

 The valiant chief, Sir Dietrich, and 
many a knight besides; Needful rest and 
solace each himself denied To cheer the 
noble strangers and give them full 
content. Sir Rudeger and his comrades 
had heartiest merriment. 

XXX

 Held was the marriage festal on a 
Whitsuntide; 'Twas then that royal 
Etzel embrac'd his high-born bride In 
the city of Vienna; I ween she ne'er 
had found, When first she wed, such 
myriads all to her service bound. 

XXXI

 With gifts she made acquaintance of 
those she ne'er had seen; "Kriemhild," 
said many a stranger, "is sure a royal 
queen; She had lost, we thought, the 
treasures that she before had won; Yet 
here with her rich presents what 
wonders she had done!" 

XXXII

 For seventeen days did Etzel his 
marriage festal hold; Never to us of 
monarch, I ween, before was told, Who 
so proudly feasted, in old or modern 
lore. The guests, who there were 
present, all their new raiment wore. 

XXXIII

 Of old, I ween, in Netherland she 
ne'er at board had sat With such a host 
of warriors; well can I vouch for that; 
For ne'er so many champions had 
Siegfried at command, With all his 
wealth, as Kriemhild saw before Etzel 
stand. 

XXXIV

 Never king before him so many mantles 
brave, For length and breadth 
conspicuous, at his own wedding gave, 
Nor such store of rich vesture, enough 
for each to take; All this was freely 
lavish'd for lovely Kriemhild's sake. 

XXXV

 There of a mind together were friends 
and strangers too; Neither their goods 
nor chattels kept that free-handed 
crew. Whatever was ask'd, was granted; 
they gave till they were bare. Many a 
one, through kindness, not a coat had 
left to wear. 

XXXVI

 How once by Rhine she tarried, the 
bride a moment thought, With her first 
noble husband; to her eyes the tears it 
brought; Yet she so well conceal'd it, 
the feasters mark'd her not; Now, after 
all her sorrows, what glory was her 
lot! 

XXXVII

 All was but a trifle, that by the rest 
was done, To the liberal deeds of 
Dietrich; whatever Botlung's son In 
former days had giv'n him, went 
scatter'd through the land; Marvels too 
of bounty were wrought by Rudeger's 
hand. 

XXXVIII

 Prince Bloedel, too, of Hungary vied 
nobly with the best; He bade his 
comrades empty full many a travelling 
chest Cramm'd with gold and silver; the 
whole was giv'n away; The warriors of 
King Etzel a merry life led they. 

XXXIX

 Werbel as well as Swemmeline, the 
minstrels of the king, To them no 
little profit did this fair marriage 
bring. They gain'd, I ween, in largess 
a thousand marks or more, When 
Kriemhild fair with Etzel the crown 
imperial wore. 

XL

 'Twas on the eighteenth morning, they 
from Vienna rode; Pierc'd was many a 
buckler in tilting on the road By 
spears which valiant champions level'd 
dexterously. So back return'd King 
Etzel to the land of Hungary. 

XLI

 The walls of ancient Haimburg they 
reach'd by fall of night, So that 
scarce 'twas easy to estimate by sight 
How huge a strength of warriors the 
country round beset; Ah! what fair 
troops of ladies each, home returning, 
met! 

XLII

 At Misenburg the wealthy, on shipboard 
went the band; From bank to bank the 
river, as though 'twere firm dry land, 
With man and horse was cover'd that 
floated as it flow'd; Rest had the 
way-worn ladies, borne on their liquid 
road. 

XLIII

 Many a good ship together was lash'd 
and firmly bound, Lest the damp spray 
should harm them from billows dashing 
round; Many a good tent above them kept 
off the sun and breeze, As if they in a 
meadow were sitting at their ease. 

XLIV

 When to King Etzel's castle the joyful 
tidings came, Right merry were to hear 
it many a knight and many a dame. The 
courtly train, accustom'd Queen Helca 
to obey, In after time with Kriemhild 
led many a happy day. 

XLV

 In anxious doubt there waiting stood 
many a noble maid, All, since the death 
of Helca, down by deep sorrow weigh'd 
Seven, of proud kings the daughters, 
Kriemhild found there in place, Of all 
King Etzel's country the ornament and 
grace. 

XLVI

 Of this fair train of damsels Dame 
Herrat had the care, Helca's sister's 
daughter, renown'd for virtues rare, 
Wife of good Sir Dietrich, daughter of 
King Nentwine; Her after honors suited 
well with her lofty line. 

XLVII

 That the high guests were coming, it 
joy'd her much to hear; Straight she 
bade make ready good store of choicest 
cheer. How then King Etzel feasted, no 
tongue may hope to tell. E'en in the 
days of Helca they scarcely far'd so 
well. 

XLVIII

 As from the shore with Kriemhild rode 
on King Etzel bold, Who forward led 
each damsel, straight to the queen was 
told, And thus each lord and lady she 
welcomed as was meet; Ah! with what 
power thereafter she sat in Helca's 
seat! 

XLIX

 Their true and loyal service all vow'd 
to her alone; Silver, and gold, and 
raiment, and many a precious stone, She 
freely shar'd among them; on that 
auspicious day, All she had brought 
from Rhineland was giv'n at once away. 

L

 To her, as to their mistress, whoe'er 
the king obey'd, His kinsmen and his 
vassals, true liegemen's service paid, 
That never Lady Helca ruled with such 
mighty sway. Such service held Queen 
Kriemhild e'en to her dying day. 

LI

 So court and country flourish'd with 
such high honors crown'd, And all at 
every season fresh joy and pastime 
found. Every heart was merry, smiles on 
each face were seen; So kind the king 
was ever, so liberal the queen. 



TWENTY-THIRD ADVENTURE

HOW KRIEMHILD THOUGHT OF REVENGING HER 
INJURIES 

I

 King Etzel and Queen Kriemhild in 
proudest honor dwelt For seven whole 
years together, nor woe nor sorrow 
felt; Meanwhile to her fond husband the 
queen produced a boy; Never before did 
Etzel exult so high with joy. 

II

 She never ceas'd entreating till her 
good lord she won To have the right of 
baptism giv'n to her infant son After 
the Christian custom; Ortlieb call'd 
was he; Thereat all Etzel's kingdoms 
were fill'd with mirth and glee. 

III

 Whatever queenly virtues had fame to 
Helca brought, Dame Kriemhild daily 
practis'd, and love, like Helca, 
sought. From the foreign maiden Herrat, 
who still in secret yearn'd For Helca's 
loss, the customs of all the land she 
learn'd. 

IV

 Her praise both friends and strangers 
alike were glad to tell; 'Twas own'd 
that never kingdom so graciously and 
well By queen had e'er been governed; 
so much to all was clear. This fame she 
bore in Hungary e'en to the thirteenth 
year. 

V

 When now she knew for certain that 
none would thwart her will (So deal 
with wives of princes their husbands' 
vassals still), And saw twelve kings 
for ever standing her before, Her 
home-bred wrongs and sorrows again she 
brooded o'er. 

VI

 She thought how all the honors of the 
Nibelungers' land, That once were her 
possession, fierce Hagan's rugged hand, 
After the death of Siegfried, had torn 
from her away, And how the proud 
wrong-doer with wrong she might repay. 

VII

 "'Twere done, if I could only lure him 
to this land!" Still would she dream, 
that often she wander'd hand in hand 
With Giselher her brother, and often on 
the mouth Kiss'd him in her slumber; 
too soon came bale on both. 

VIII

 Sure the foul fiend possess'd her, and 
lurking in her heart Prompted her from 
King Gunther so lovingly to part, 
Kissing, but not forgiving, close 
harboring still the feud. Hot tears of 
wrath and malice once more her vesture 
dew'd. 

IX

 At her heart for ever early and late 
it lay, How, guiltless, from her 
country she had been driven away, And 
forc'd to take for husband a man of 
heathen creed. Gunther and bloody Hagan 
had brought her to such need. 

X

 One long and dreary yearning she 
foster'd hour by hour; She thought, "I 
am so wealthy and hold such boundless 
power, That I with ease a mischief can 
bring on all my foes, But most on him 
of Trony, the deadliest far of those. 

XI

 "Full oft for its beloved my heart is 
mourning still; Them could I but meet 
with, who wrought me so much ill, 
Revenge should strike at murder, and 
life atone for life; Wait can I no 
longer." So murmur'd Etzel's wife. 

XII

 All the great king's vassals much love 
unto her bore, And to do her service 
were ready evermore. Her chamberlain 
was Eckewart, who thus made hosts of 
friends; So none could thwart her 
pleasure, whate'er might be her ends. 

XIII

 Ever was she thinking, "I'll ask the 
king a boon, Which he, I know, will 
grant me readily and soon, To bid my 
friends and kinsmen hither to Hunnish 
ground," None guess'd her secret 
malice, or harm in Kriemhild found. 

XIV

 So on a night reposing, as by the king 
she lay (He in his arms embrac'd her, 
and bless'd the happy day, That gave 
him such a consort, dear to him as his 
life; She on her foes was thinking and 
th' old intestine strife), 

XV

 Thus spake she to the monarch, "Dear 
lord, full fain would I Entreat of thee 
a favor, which thou wilt not deny If 
thou think'st I deserve it, to let me 
see aright If my friends in good 
earnest have favor in thy sight." 

XVI

 Then spake the mighty monarch (kind 
was his heart and true), "Of that can I 
assure thee; whatever good accrue To 
those bold knights, be certain to me 
content it lends; Never through love of 
woman acquir'd I better friends." 

XVII

 Then thus made Kriemhild answer, "'Tis 
true, as thou dost know, Right noble 
are my kinsmen, yet ever am I woe That 
still they keep so distant nor I by 
them am seen. I'm told, for a mere 
outcast people report your queen." 

XVIII

 Then answer'd thus King Etzel, "Dear 
love and lady mine, If they regard not 
distance, I'll send beyond the Rhine. 
And hither bid whomever thou here to 
see art fain." Much joy'd the vengeful 
lady thus his consent to gain. 

XIX

 Said she, "Would'st thou but please 
me, dear lord and master mine, Despatch 
from hence thy envoys to Worms beyond 
the Rhine. Such friends as most I long 
for, I hither will invite, And straight 
will come among us full many a noble 
knight." 

XX

 Said he, "As thou would'st have it, so 
let the matter be; Assure thee, thou 
wilt never thy friends so gladly see As 
I shall gladly see them, noble Uta's 
children dear; It irks me much and 
deeply, they've been such strangers 
here. 

XXI

 "So, if it thus content thee, dear 
love and lady mine, I'll gladly send my 
minstrels for those good friends of 
thine. They this very morning shall 
start for Burgundy." With that, the 
king his minstrels bade summon 
instantly. 

XXII

 They hasten'd at the summons where, 
newly ris'n from bed, The king sat with 
his consort; thus to both he said, 
"Hence you with a message to Burgundy 
must ride." With that, the richest 
vesture, he bade for them provide. 

XXIII

 For four and twenty warriors fit 
raiment was prepar'd. Moreover to his 
envoys his will the king declar'd, How 
they should to Hungary bid Gunther and 
his folk. But what the queen enjoin'd 
them close apart she spoke. 

XXIV

 Thus them address'd King Etzel, "I'll 
tell you what to do; To my good friends 
go tender my love and service true, And 
bid them deign ride hither, and taste 
our Hunnish cheer. Guests have I none 
other whom I hold so dear. 

XXV

 "So if they will do me the favor which 
I pray, Entreat them not to linger; 
speed makes the surest way. At my high 
feast this summer I trust to see my 
friends, And on my wife's fair kinsmen 
much of my joy depends." 

XXVI

 Thereto replied the minstrel, the 
haughty Swemmeline, "When in this land 
of Hungary your feast do you design? 
That to your friends exactly your 
purpose we may say." "About," replied 
King Etzel, "next midsummer day." 

XXVII

 "We'll surely do your bidding," Werbel 
made reply. Into her inmost chamber the 
queen bade by and by In secret bring 
the envoys, and there her will 'gan 
tell, Whence death and grim destruction 
many a good knight befell. 

XXVIII

 She said to both the envoys, "Now only 
serve me true, And as I command you my 
will discreetly do, And, when you come 
to Rhineland, speak but my bidding 
there, And I'll give you gold and 
raiment plenty and to spare. 

XXIX

 "To my friends, whomever you meet 
with, more or less, At Worms, as there 
you tarry, be sure you ne'er confess 
That ever you beheld me moody or 
sorrow-worn; Only let my service to the 
good knights be borne. 

XXX

 "Beg them to grant the favor for which 
the king hath sent, And so at once will 
vanish my only discontent. I here am 
fancied friendless, and scarce esteem'd 
aright. I'd go myself to visit them if 
I but were a knight. 

XXXI

 "And also to Sir Gernot, my noble 
brother, say, That none can love him 
better than his sister far away, And 
bid him bring me hither our friends 
most prov'd and true, That all may here 
accord us the honor that's our due. 

XXXII

 "And say, too, to young Giselher that 
he should bear in mind, That he never 
wrong'd me, but still was good and 
kind. My eyes are ever yearning to look 
upon him here, For dearly do I love 
him, as I to him am dear. 

XXXIII

 "And tell my noble mother what honors 
here I bear. Then, if Hagan of Trony 
resolve to tarry there, Who will there 
be to guide them through lands so waste 
and lone? But he the roads to Hungary 
e'en from a child has known." 

XXXIV

 Not a whit the envoys could guess her 
deep design In keeping him of Trony 
from tarrying by the Rhine. It irk'd 
them sore thereafter, when their 
unconscious breath With him had drawn 
the guiltless into the toils of death. 

XXXV

 Letters and goodly greetings the king 
was prompt to give; And riches bore 
they with them right sumptuously to 
live. So leave they took of Etzel, and 
of his noble queen; Adorn'd were they 
with raiment as rich as e'er was seen. 



TWENTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE

HOW WERBEL AND SWEMMELINE DELIVERED THE 
MESSAGE 

I

 When Etzel had his envoys for the 
Rhenish border bown'd, From land to 
land the tidings at once flew wide 
around. He pray'd and eke commanded by 
many a nimble post Guests to his 
gorgeous festal; 'twas the doom of 
death to most. 

II

 So from the realm of Hungary forth the 
envoys went To the bold Burgundians; 
thither were they sent To three royal 
brethren and their warriors wight To 
bid them come to Etzel; fast prick'd 
they as they might. 

III

 Thence came they to Bechlaren as on 
the spur they rode; There all were glad 
to tend them, and naught but kindness 
show'd. Rudeger and Gotelind by them 
their service true Sent to their 
friends in Rhineland, so did their 
daughter too. 

IV

 Thence without many a present they 
would not let them part, So that the 
men of Etzel might go with merrier 
heart. Rudeger bade tell Uta and her 
children three, That sure no other 
margrave lov'd them so well as he. 

V

 And eke they sent to Brunhild their 
service and best will, Their loyalty 
devoted, and love enduring still. So, 
thus at full commission'd, the envoys 
sprung to selle; The margravine at 
parting pray'd God to guard them well. 

VI

 Ere the despatchful minstrels had 
ridd'n Bavaria through, Swift Werbel 
found the bishop, Queen Kriemhild's 
uncle true. What to his Rhenish kinsmen 
by their mouths he said Came never to 
my knowledge; but th' envoys gold so 
red 

VII

 He gave for a remembrance ere he let 
them part; But first thus spake good 
Pilgrin, "'Twould gladden sure my heart 
To see them in Bavaria, these sister's 
sons of mine, Since I can hope so 
seldom to seek them by the Rhine." 

VIII

 What roads they took yet further, as 
to the Rhine they far'd, Is more than I 
can utter; none sure to pilfer dar'd 
Their silver or their raiment; Etzel 
all had dread; His majesty and 
puissance so wide around were spread. 

IX

 Within twelve days, so riding, they 
came unto the Rhine, E'en to Worms, the 
minstrels Werbel and Swemmeline. To the 
kings and their liegemen forthwith the 
tidings ran, That come were foreign 
envoys. Gunther to ask began. 

X

 Thus said the Lord of Rhineland, "I 
fain would understand, Whence have the 
strangers journey'd who thus have 
sought our land." Not one to his 
inquiry could satisfaction bring, Till 
they were seen by Hagan, who thus 
bespake the king; 

XI

 "These must be weighty tidings; that 
can I vouch for true; Sure they are 
Etzel's minstrels whom here I have in 
view. Your sister sends them hither 
unless I much mistake; Let's give them 
hearty welcome for their great master's 
sake." 

XII

 At once up to the palace in fair array 
they rode; Never prince's minstrels 
before so lordly show'd. Forth stepp'd 
King Gunther's servants with courteous 
act and look, And led them to fit 
chambers, and in charge their raiment 
took. 

XIII

 So rich and so well fashion'd were the 
riding-vests they wore, That in them 
they with honor might go the king 
before; Still they resolv'd no longer 
the same at court to wear, But ask'd, 
"Who would accept them?" of those who 
loiter'd there. 

XIV

 It chanced that there were many, who 
were right well content To take their 
proffer'd bounty; to these they 
straight were sent. Then robes of such 
rare splendor put on the lofty guests, 
That well might royal envoys keep state 
in meaner vests. 

XV

 Straightway, with leave accorded, 
Etzel's servants went To where the king 
was sitting; kind looks were on them 
bent. To them in courteous fashion up 
stepp'd Sir Hagan brave, And warmly 
bade them welcome; due thanks in turn 
they gave. 

XVI

 Much after news inquir'd he, much 
after great and small, How it was with 
Etzel, how with his warriors all. The 
minstrel thus made answer, "The land 
was ne'er so well, The people ne'er so 
happy; this I for truth can tell." 

XVII

 To the host then went the envoys; 
throng'd was the palace wide; They met 
right courteous greeting from knights 
on every side, Such as in distant 
countries to noble guests is due. 
Werbel there found with Gunther many a 
champion bold and true. 

XVIII

 Courteously King Gunther greeted them 
as they stood; "Welcome to Worms, both 
welcome, ye Hunnish minstrels good, You 
and your worthy comrades; wherefore 
from Hungary Has noble Etzel sent you 
so far to Burgundy?" 

XIX

 Low bow'd they to King Gunther, then 
Werbel spake, "By me My good king and 
thy sister their service send to thee, 
And their fraternal greeting with kind 
sincere intent. We to you knights of 
Rhineland in love and truth are sent." 

XX

 Then said the puissant Gunther, "This 
news I'm glad to hear; And how," asked 
he, "is Etzel, whom long I've held so 
dear, And my fair sister Kriemhild, who 
reigns in Hungary?" Then answer'd thus 
the minstrel, "I'll tell you 
faithfully. 

XXI

 "This take for true and certain, that 
never yet were seen People so blithe 
and merry as our good king and queen, 
Their vassals, and their kinsmen, and 
knights in bower and hall; The tidings 
of our journey rejoic'd them one and 
all." 

XXII

 "Thanks for his friendly message, 
which you so far have brought, And also 
for my sister's; it glads my inmost 
thought To find they all live happy, 
both king and liegemen bold. I ask'd 
with fear and trembling before your 
tale was told." 

XXIII

 The two young kings together alike the 
presence sought. But just before, the 
tidings had to their ears been brought. 
Right glad to see the envoys for his 
dear sister's sake Was the young knight 
Giselher, and friendly them bespake. 

XXIV

 "Welcome, ye noble envoys, welcome to 
me and mine; Should you be pleas'd more 
frequent to travel to the Rhine, 
Friends you would meet with ever who'd 
see you still with joy, And little 
you'd encounter to cause you here 
annoy." 

XXV

 "For that we freely trust you," 
straight answer'd Swemmeline; "Express 
ne'er could I fitly by wit or words of 
mine What kind and friendly greetings I 
from King Etzel bear, And from your 
noble sister, who reigns so proudly 
there. 

XXVI

 "Your love and old affection she bids 
you keep in mind, And how to her you 
ever in heart and soul were kind. But 
first to the king and foremost we come 
by high command, To beg you'd deign to 
travel hence into Etzel's land. 

XXVII

 "In strictest charge 'twas given us by 
our redoubted king, Unto you all this 
message on his account to bring, If you 
your loving sister are so resolv'd to 
shun, Yet fain would learn King Etzel, 
what he to you has done, 

XXVIII

 "That you to him such strangers and to 
his land have been; E'en were you 
distant aliens, nor kinsmen of his 
queen, He at your hands might merit 
that you his guests should be, And if 
this e'er should happen, right well 
content were he." 

XXIX

 Thereto replied King Gunther, "Before 
this sennight's end, I'll tell you, 
after counsel first ta'en with many a 
friend. What I shall have determin'd; 
meanwhile for you 'twere best To go 
back to your quarters and there in 
pleasure rest." 

XXX

 Then said the minstrel Werbel, "And 
might it also be, That you would permit 
us a little space to see My gracious 
Lady Uta ere we retire to rest?" 
Thereto assent Sir Giselher thus 
courteously express'd. 

XXXI

 "That no one will refuse you, and, 
would you thither go, Full well you'd 
please my mother, that for a truth I 
know; Surely for my sister the Lady 
Kriemhild's sake She will behold you 
gladly, and friendly welcome make." 

XXXII

 Giselher then led them where he the 
lady found; Full gladly she beheld 
them, the chiefs from Hunnish ground. 
She gave them friendly greeting, for 
she was good and wise; They then their 
charge deliver'd in grave and courtly 
guise. 

XXXIII

 "To you the queen my lady," thus noble 
Swemmeline spake, "Commends her love 
and duty; this you for truth may take, 
That if your royal daughter her mother 
oft could see, In all the world no 
pleasure more dear to her would be." 

XXXIV

 Thereto the queen made answer, "That 
cannot be, I fear; Much as 'twould glad 
me, often to see my daughter dear, She 
dwells from hence too distant, the 
noble Etzel's wife. May she and he 
together ever lead a happy life! 

XXXV

 "I pray you, give me notice, e'er you 
from Rhineland go, When you begin your 
journey; this too for certain know, 
That I never envoys with more content 
have seen." The squires to do her 
pleasure made promise to the queen. 

XXXVI

 The messengers from Hungary thence to 
their chambers went; Meanwhile in haste 
King Gunther round to his friends had 
sent, And, when all were assembled, 
inquir'd of every man, What thought 
they of the message; many then to speak 
began. 

XXXVII

 That into Etzel's country be might in 
safety ride, This all the best advis'd 
him, who stood there by his side, Save 
only stern Sir Hagan; he drew the king 
apart, And grimly frowning mutter'd, 
"You strike at your own heart. 

XXXVIII

 "You sure must still remember what we 
ere now have done. We must beware of 
Kriemhild for ever, every one. To the 
death her husband I smote with this 
good hand; How then can we with 
prudence set foot in Etzel's land?" 

XXXIX

 Then spake the mighty monarch, "She 
thinks no more of this; At parting she 
forgave us, with many a loving kiss, 
All we had done against her; her wrath 
is overblown. If she bear malice, 
Hagan, 'tis sure 'gainst you alone." 

XL

 "Trust not, Sir King," said Hagan, 
"how smooth soe'er they be, The 
messengers from Hungary; if Kriemhild 
you will see, You put upon the venture 
your honor and your life. A nurse of 
ling'ring vengeance is Etzel's moody 
wife." 

XLI

 Then took the word Prince Gernot, and 
in the council spake, "Because you with 
good reason believe your life at stake 
In yonder Hunnish kingdoms, must we too 
Kriemhild shun, And visit not our 
sister? that sure were wrongly done." 

XLII

 Then to the frowning warrior Prince 
Giselher turn'd his rede, "Since you 
know yourself guilty, friend Hagan, in 
this deed, Better stay here in safety, 
and of your life take care, And with us 
to our sister let journey those who 
dare." 

XLIII

 Thereat the Knight of Trony to kindle 
wrath began, "Never shall you, never, 
lead with you hence a man That with you 
dare ride readier to visit your worst 
foe; Since you will not hear counsel, 
this I ere long will show." 

XLIV

 Then spake the steward Rumolt, a hardy 
knight and true; "You can dispose in 
Rhineland of friends and strangers too 
After your own good pleasure; abundance 
have you here; No one, I ween, in 
Hungary has bound you to appear. 

XLV

 "Since you will not hear Hagan, to my 
advice attend; This is what Rumolt 
counsels, your firm and faithful 
friend; Stay here in peace and plenty; 
let those who need it roam, And let the 
great King Etzel cheer his fair queen 
at home. 

XLVI

 "Where can you be better for pleasure 
or repose? Where more with friends 
surrounded, and more secure from foes? 
So be wise and merry, the richest 
raiment wear, Drink the best wine in 
Rhineland, and woo the fairest fair. 

XLVII

 "Store have you too of dainties, the 
best and most to prize That ever 
feasted monarch, and, if 'twere 
otherwise, At home you still should 
tarry for love of your fair wife, Nor 
in such childish fashion expose your 
precious life. 

XLVIII

 "Stay here then, I beseech you; rich 
are your lawns and leas, Here every 
pledge of pleasure you may redeem with 
ease, Far better than in Hungary; who 
knows what there may rise? Stay here, 
my lord, and stir not; this is what I 
advise." 

XLIX

 "Stay will we not, assure thee," 
Prince Gernot answer'd straight; "How 
can we, when my sister and the great 
king, her mate, Have bidd'n us by a 
message so loving and so kind? Who will 
not freely with us may safely stay 
behind." 

L

 Thereto made Hagan answer, "Be not 
displeas'd at all With what I now shall 
counsel, whatever hence befall. In 
faith and truth I warn you; would you 
in safety go, Ride well array'd to 
Hungary, and arm'd from top to toe. 

LI

 "Since you still will forward, for all 
your warriors send, For every valiant 
stranger and every trusted friend. From 
all I'll choose a thousand, each a 
well-proved knight; Thus you may rest 
in safety from moody Kriemhild's 
spite." 

LII

 "I gladly take thy counsel," the king 
at once replied; Throughout his lands 
despatch'd he his messengers far and 
wide. Three thousand knights or better 
came on with proud intent. Little 
thought they to purchase such doleful 
dreariment. 

LIII

 With jollity and joyance to Gunther's 
land they rode; On all, that proffer'd 
service, was horse and weed bestow'd, 
For soon were they to travel far from 
Burgundian ground. Many a good knight 
to join him the king right willing 
found. 

LIV

 Then Hagan told Sir Dankwart, his 
brother good at need, Eighty of their 
warriors forth to the Rhine to lead. 
Thither they came full knightly; the 
well-appointed band Harness with them, 
and raiment, brought into Gunther's 
land. 

LV

 Folker, a noble minstrel, and eke a 
hardy knight, Came to partake their 
journey with thirty men of might, All 
clad in such apparel as well a king 
might wear; He bade announce to 
Gunther, to Hungary he'd fare. 

LVI

 Now, who was this same Folker, I'll 
tell you faithfully. He was a high-born 
warrior, and had in Burgundy Many good 
knights for vassals of honor undefil'd. 
For playing on the viol the minstrel he 
was styl'd. 

LVII

 Hagan chose out a thousand whom well 
before he knew In stern assaults and 
forays for valiant men and true, And in 
all forms of battle their worth he oft 
had tried. Their well-approved prowess 
by none could be denied. 

LVIII

 Sore irk'd it Kriemhild's envoys to 
make so long a stay; They fear'd their 
lord's displeasure, and fain would 
speed away. They daily were entreating 
for leave at once to part, But Hagan 
still refus'd it through subtlety of 
heart. 

LIX

 To his lords he thus gave warning, "We 
must well beware Of letting these ride 
homeward, unless ourselves we fare 
Within a sennight after straight into 
Etzel's land. We shall be thus the 
safer if any fraud be plann'd. 

LX

 "With all her thirst for vengeance, 
Kriemhild will want the time To weave a 
web of mischief, and muster strength 
for crime, Or, if she strike too early, 
she'll be the sufferer then, Since we 
shall bring to Hungary such a host of 
chosen men." 

LXI

 Forthwith for many a champion, who 
thence would soon away, Prepar'd were 
shields and saddles and all the proud 
array That to the land of Etzel each 
was with him to bring; Meanwhile Queen 
Kriemhild's envoys were call'd before 
the king. 

LXII

 Then thus began Sir Gernot to th' 
envoys there in place, "The king will 
do the bidding of royal Etzel's grace. 
Fain will we seek his festal, which it 
were ill to miss, And see once more our 
sister; she may depend on this." 

LXIII

 Then spake to them King Gunther, 
"Could you to us declare The time of 
this high festal, and when we should be 
there With all our following present?" 
then Swemmeline made reply, "For the 
next midsummer is fix'd the festal 
high." 

LXIV

 The king then gave permission, not 
granted till that hour, If they wish'd 
to visit Dame Brunhild in her bower, 
With his free allowance thither at once 
to go, Then interpos'd Sir Folker (the 
queen would have it so). 

LXV

 "Just now my Lady Brunhild is not so 
well of cheer," Said the good knight, 
"that strangers before her can appear. 
Wait until to-morrow; then you the 
queen may see." Much wish'd they to 
behold her, yet never could it be. 

LXVI

 Then in his gracious fashion commanded 
straight the king Through kindnes to 
the envoys forth his gold to bring 
Spread out on massy bucklers; good 
store thereof had he. Rich gifts his 
friends too gave them with liberal hand 
and free. 

LXVII

 Gernot alike and Giselher and Gary and 
Ortwine Show'd, they as well could 
lavish the treasures of the mine. Such 
rich gifts on the envoys were shower'd 
with one accord, That they durst not 
accept them through terror of their 
lord. 

LXVIII

 On this the messenger Swemmeline thus 
to the king 'gan say, "Sir King, needs 
must your presents here in your country 
stay; We cannot take them with us; our 
king has so decreed, And strictly that 
forbidden; besides, we've little need." 

LXIX

 Not little wonder'd Gunther, and felt 
displeasure more, That they refus'd 
such presents given from his royal 
store. Still he at last constrain'd 
them his gold and weed to take, And to 
the land of Etzel to bear them for his 
sake. 

LXX

 An audience of Queen Uta, ere they set 
out, they sought. Young Giselher the 
minstrels before his mother brought. 
The lady to her daughter by them this 
message sent, To hear of all her 
honors, it gave her full content. 

LXXI

 Girdles and gold she lavish'd, sure 
more than I can tell, Both for the sake 
of Kriemhild (for her she lov'd full 
well) And also of King Etzel, on those 
same minstrels brave; They willingly 
accepted what she sincerely gave. 

LXXII

 Their leave then took the envoys, 
well-gifted as might be, Of every noble 
warrior and every lady free. Thence on 
they rode to Swabia; Sir Gernot sent 
along So far his knights to guard them, 
that none should do them wrong. 

LXXIII

 When from the friends they parted, who 
had assur'd their way, In peace they 
went thenceforward, safe under Etzel's 
sway, That no man dar'd to pilfer their 
horses or their weed. So to the land of 
Etzel they prick'd with fiery speed. 

LXXIV

 Whom true they found and friendly, 
them told they all and some, That the 
bold Burgundians would shortly thither 
come From the Rhine into Hungary, as 
Etzel them had pray'd. Also to Bishop 
Pilgrin like tidings were convey'd. 

LXXV

 As they nigh to Bechlaren came riding 
down the road, Twas told to good Sir 
Rudeger, who there in peace abode, And 
to the Lady Gotelind, the noble 
margravine. To hear she soon would see 
them, right glad was she, I ween. 

LXXVI

 On went they with the tidings, fast 
sped they horse and man; The minstrels 
found King Etzel in his good town of 
Gran. Greetings upon greetings were 
sent from Rhine, they said, All there 
were at his service; for joy he glow'd 
a merry red. 

LXXVII

 When the queen heard for certain (what 
she so long had plann'd) That her long 
absent brethren would come into the 
land, She swam in joy and rapture; 
richly for service done The minstrels 
she requited; high honor thus she won. 

LXXVIII

 Then thus she spake, "Now tell me, 
Werbel and Swemmeline, Who to our feast 
are coming of kin and friends of mine, 
Into this land invited with many a 
friendly word; And tell, too, what said 
Hagan, when he the tidings heard." 

LXXIX

 "Early upon a morning to the 
council-board he came; Little there he 
utter'd but words of gloom and blame; 
And when the jaunt to Hungary was voted 
in a breath, He grimly smil'd and 
mutter'd, 'This jaunt's a jaunt to 
death.' 

LXXX

 "There are your brethren coming, the 
noble kings all three, In lofty mood 
and joyous; who there besides may be, 
We could not learn for certain, else 
would we nothing hide. The valiant 
gleeman Folker agreed with them to 
ride." 

LXXXI

 "I could have spar'd full lightly the 
minstrel's presence here," Replied the 
wife of Etzel; "this gives me little 
cheer; I'm well inclin'd to Hagan; he 
is of courage high; To have him here 
among us right well content am I." 

LXXXII

 Then in haste went Kriemhild where sat 
King Etzel near; How kindly she bespake 
him! "My lord and husband dear, What 
thinks't thou of these tidings, thou, 
who this feast hast will'd? My heart's 
long lingering wishes shall now be all 
fulfill'd." 

LXXXIII

 "Thy wishes are my pleasure," the 
smiling king replied, "Ne'er with my 
own good kinsmen was I so satisfied, 
Whene'er into my country they have been 
pleas'd to fare; Through love of thy 
brave brethren has vanish'd all my 
care." 

LXXXIV

 The officers of Etzel forthwith 
bestirr'd them all, With fitting seats 
to furnish palace as well as hall For 
the dear guests, approaching the merry 
feast to keep. They gave him cause 
thereafter full bitterly to weep. 



TWENTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE

HOW THE LORDS ALL CAME INTO HUNGARY 

I

 But let us tell no further how there 
the work they plied. Never to a king's 
country were known before to ride Such 
well-appointed squadrons as thither 
were to speed. They had whate'er they 
wanted, both weapons and eke weed. 

II

 The King of Rhine apparel gave to his 
liegemen bold, To threescore and a 
thousand, as I have heard it told, 
Beside nine thousand yeomen, on mirth 
and revel bent. Those, whom they left 
behind them, soon rued that e'er they 
went. 

III

 In Worms, as their equipment was 
carrying through the court, From Spire 
an aged bishop, of reverend report, 
Thus bespake fair Uta, "Our worthy 
friends prepare To yonder feast to 
travel; God watch and ward them there!" 

IV

 Thereon the noble Uta bespake her 
children dear, "Far better stay, good 
heroes, and tend your safety here. I 
had last night, my children, a dream of 
ghastly dread, How all the birds, that 
flutter throughout this land, were 
dead." 

V

 "Who cares for dreams," said Hagan, 
"and thinks by them to walk, Ne'er in 
the path of honor with sturdy steps can 
stalk, Or breathe the voice of reason, 
but wavers to and fro. I rede, my noble 
master take leave and forward go. 

VI

 "Yes, we shall ride full gladly hence 
into Etzel's land. There kings need for 
their service many a good hero's hand, 
And this fair feast of Kriemhild's 
awaits us there to view." So Hagan 
urg'd the journey, which soon he came 
to rue. 

VII

 He ne'er had giv'n such counsel but 
for what late had pass'd, When scorn on 
him Sir Gernot had so unseemly cast, 
Reminding him of Siegfried, and what 
had erst been done, As though for that 
dislik'd him the journey to the Hun. 

VIII

 Then answer'd he of Trony, "Fear 
prompts not what I rede. If so you'll 
have it, heroes, fall to the work and 
speed; You'll find me not the hindmost 
to ride to Etzel's realm." Soon 
shatter'd he thereafter many a shield 
and many a helm. 

IX

 The boats were waiting ready, the band 
was muster'd there; Thither his choice 
apparel each one made haste to bear. 
Their toil was scarce well over ere eve 
fell on the lea; So from their homes 
they parted as merry as might be. 

X

 Beyond the Rhine's fair current their 
hasty camp was seen; There tents and 
proud pavilions bespotted all the 
green. The lovely queen her husband 
detain'd for that one night, The last 
they spent together, dole mingling with 
delight. 

XI

 At early dawn there sounded sweet 
flute and trumpet-clang; 'Twas the hour 
of parting; to work the warriors 
sprang. With a hasty kiss fond lovers 
were then constrain'd to sever. With 
woe and death fell Kriemhild soon 
sunder'd them for ever. 

XII

 The children of fair Uta a man had at 
their court, Bold alike and faithful, 
in all of best report. The same, as 
they were going, drew the king aside. 
"Woe's me," said he, "dear master, you 
to this feast will ride." 

XIII

 The good knight's name was Rumolt, a 
tall man of his hands. Said he, "To 
whom commit you your people and your 
lands? Would one could turn your 
warriors to do what best you should; 
This message of your sister's it never 
seem'd me good." 

XIV

 "This is my will and pleasure; to thee 
my infant heir, To thee I trust my 
country; of the women take good care; 
Whomever thou see'st weeping, his woe 
with comfort charm. Sure at the hands 
of Kriemhild we ne'er can come to 
harm." 

XV

 For the kings and for their liegemen 
the steeds were ready ranged; How many 
then, with kisses of true love 
interchanged, Full flown with lively 
vigor, athirst for bold emprise, Left 
each a stately lady to droop in tears 
and sighs. 

XVI

 When light into their saddles up 
sprang the warriors good, Then might 
you see the women how sorrowful they 
stood. All felt, they did for ever, and 
to their doom, depart, A dreary, dark 
foreboding, that shakes the firmest 
heart! 

XVII

 As the bold Burgundians rode forth in 
gallant show, To see them all the 
country ran hurrying to and fro. On 
either side the mountains both men and 
women wept. Little reck'd they the 
weepers; their joyous course they kept. 

XVIII

 In habergeons a thousand the knights 
of Nibelung's reign, Who many a lovely 
lady they ne'er should see again Had 
left at home in sorrow, rode gaily with 
the rest. The wounds of Siegfried 
fester'd in Kriemhild's throbbing 
breast. 

XIX

 So went they ever onward until the 
Main they spied, Thence up through 
Eastern Frankland the men of Gunther 
hied. Well knew the roads Sir Hagan, 
who led their steps aright; Their 
marshal was Sir Dankwart, the stout 
Burgundian knight. 

XX

 As on from Eastern Frankland to 
Schwanfeld still they rode, Their grace 
and stately courtesy and knightly 
bearing show'd, The princes and their 
kindred deserv'd their lofty fame. The 
king on the twelfth morning unto the 
Danube came. 

XXI

 A space the Knight of Trony rode on 
before the host; He still the 
Nibelungers best cheer'd and aided 
most. The fear-defying champion 
alighted on the lea, And fast beside 
the river his horse tied to a tree. 

XXII

 Swoln was the roaring river, bark was 
there none to spy; Every bold 
Nibelunger look'd on with wistful eye 
In doubt how to pass over, the surges 
spread so wide. Many a good knight from 
saddle down sprung the stream beside. 

XXIII

 "Good Lord of Rhine," said Hagan, 
"much mischief here may be, Much may'st 
thou have to suffer, as thou thyself 
may'st see. Strong is the flood and 
furious, the stream can ill be cross'd. 
Many a good knight, I fear me, will 
here to-day be lost." 

XXIV

 "Why dost thou check me, Hagan?" the 
troubled king 'gan say; "Do not, as 
thou are valiant, the daunted more 
dismay. Look out a ford up higher, 
above these lower meads, Where we may 
pass in safety our baggage and our 
steeds."

XXV 

"I never," answer'd Hagan, "my life so 
weary found, But in these burly billows 
'twould irk me to be drown'd. Many a 
knight of Etzel's, ere yet my day be 
o'er, By this good hand shall perish; 
that, 'faith, would please me more. 

XXVI

 "So here beside the water, ye noble 
knights, abide; Myself will seek the 
ferrymen along the river side, And bid 
them bring us over hence into Gelfrat's 
land." With that the sturdy Hagan took 
his good shield in hand. 

XXVII

 Well arm'd was the stern champion; he 
bore a shield of might; Strongly lac'd 
was his helmet, well-temper'd, 
burnish'd bright; His broadsword in a 
baldric hung o'er his armor sheen; 
Wounds could it cut full ghastly with 
both its edges keen. 

XXVIII

 As there and here for boatmen look'd 
out the warrior good, He heard a splash 
of water; listening awhile he stood. 
The sound came from wise women, who 
took their pleasure near, Bathing for 
refreshment in a fountain cool and 
clear. 

XXIX

 'Ware of them was Hagan; nigh he 
closely crept; Sudden they espied 
him,--how away they swept! That they 
had so escap'd him, their bosoms 
swell'd with joy; He seiz'd upon their 
raiment, nor wrought them more annoy. 

XXX

 Then one of them bespake him (Hadburg 
was her name), "Noble knight, Sir 
Hagan, go seek a worthier game. Give us 
back our raiment, and we will tell thee 
all That from this march to Hungary 
shall thee and thine befall." 

XXXI

 Like water-hens they floated before 
him on the wave. Him seem'd, their 
well-known wisdom of truth assurance 
gave; Hence what they chose to tell 
him, he took with more belief. Then 
thus they of the future resolv'd the 
listening chief. 

XXXII

 Said th' one, "To Etzel's country 
(doubt not what Hadburg saith) You well 
may ride and safely, for that I pledge 
my faith, And never band of heroes 
sought kingdom far or near To win such 
height of honor; 'tis true as we are 
here." 

XXXIII

 Well pleas'd her speech Sir Hagan, his 
heart wax'd light and gay; He gave them 
back their vesture, and would no longer 
stay; But when again the mermaids had 
donn'd their wondrous weed, They told 
in truth, how Gunther in Hungary should 
speed. 

XXXIV

 And then the other mermaid, that 
Sieglind hight, began, "I will warn 
thee, Hagan, thou son of Aldrian; My 
aunt has lied unto thee her raiment 
back to get; If once thou coms't to 
Hungary, thou'rt taken in the net. 

XXXV

 "Turn, while there's time for safety, 
turn, warriors most and least; For 
this, and for this only, you're bidden 
to the feast, That you perforce may 
perish in Etzel's bloody land. Whoever 
rideth thither, Death has he close at 
hand." 

XXXVI

 Thereto gave answer Hagan, "In vain 
you cheat and lie, How can it ever 
happen that there we all shall die, 
However fierce the hatred that one to 
us may bear?" They then began the 
future more fully to declare. 

XXXVII

 Then thus the first bespake him, "Yet 
so it needs must be; Not one of you his 
country again shall ever see, Not one 
but the king's chaplain; this well to 
us is known; To Gunther's land in 
safety return shall he alone." 

XXXVIII

 Then angrily Sir Hagan bespake her, 
frowning stern, "'Twere ill to tell my 
masters what they'd disdain and spurn, 
That we should all in Hungary death and 
destruction find. Now show us o'er the 
water, wisest of womankind." 

XXXIX

 Said she, "Since from this journey, it 
seems, thou wilt not turn, Up yonder by 
the river an inn thou may'st discern. A 
ferryman there dwelleth; no others here 
abide." The knight believ'd her answer, 
and took her words for guide. 

XL

 Him then the first call'd after as 
gloomily he went, "Stay yet awhile, Sir 
Hagan, why so on haste intent? Hear 
better our instructions to reach the 
farther strand. A margrave, that hight 
Elsy, is lord of all this land. 

XLI

 "He has a valiant brother (Sir Gelfrat 
men him call), A great lord in Bavaria; 
ill might it you befall, If through his 
march you travel; your course with 
caution plan, And smoothly deal and 
gently with yonder ferryman. 

XLII

 "He scarce will leave you scathless 
(so fierce is he and rude), Unless with 
sound discretion you temper his rough 
mood. Would you he'd put you over, pay 
down at once the fare. He is a friend 
of Gelfrat's and of this land has care. 

XLIII

 "And, should the ferryman tarry, 
across the river shout, And say your 
name is Amelrich, whom late a feud 
drove out Perforce from this, his 
country, a knight of birth and fame. 
Good speed will make the ferryman when 
once he hears the name." 

XLIV

 For all reply Sir Hagan to the wise 
ladies bow'd; Then in his gloomy 
silence strode off the warrior proud. 
Still higher up the river along the 
shore he hied, Until a lonely hostel on 
th' other bank he spied. 

XLV

 He straight across the water 'gan call 
with all his might, "Come, carry me 
over, ferryman," shouted the lusty 
knight. "Of ruddy gold an armlet I'll 
give thee for thy meed. Come, carry me, 
well thou knowest how pressing is my 
need." 

XLVI

 The ferryman was wealthy, to serve he 
scarce could bear, And hence it seldom 
happened he deign'd to take a fare. His 
men were like their master, as moody 
and misproud. Still on this side Sir 
Hagan stood ever shouting loud. 

XLVII

 So loud and strong he shouted, that 
all the water rung, While the 
deep-chested warrior thus thunder'd 
from his tongue, "Come, put me o'er, 
I'm Amelrich, who Elsy serv'd and sued, 
The same who from this country fled for 
a mortal feud." 

XLVIII

 High on his sword an armlet held out 
the champion bold (Bright was it and 
glittering and ruddy all with gold) 
That he might be put over thence into 
Gelfrat's land. Then took the burly 
boatman himself an oar in hand. 

XLIX

 He was in sooth, that boatman, an 
ill-condition'd elf. Nothing leads men 
to ruin like hankering after pelf. He 
thought by ferrying Hagan his ruddy 
gold to get; A sword-stroke for an 
armlet, and death for gain he met. 

L

 With sinewy might the boatman row'd 
o'er to yonder strand, But not the man 
he heard of sprung to the boat from 
land. The ferryman wax'd furious when 
Hagan there he found; Thus he bespake 
the hero, and speaking darkly frown'd. 

LI

 "Your name it may be Amelrich for 
ought I know," said he, "But you're 
like him I look'd for as little as can 
be. In sooth he was my brother, by 
father and mother's side You've put a 
trick upon me, so on this bank shall 
bide." 

LII

 "Nay, think again, for heaven's sake," 
Sir Hagan made reply, "In pain for 
sundry comrades a foreign knight am I; 
So take my fare contented, and kindly 
put me o'er; You'll bind me to your 
service, your friend for evermore." 

LIII

 "No, no," replied the ferryman, "it 
must not, faith, be so; My good lords 
all around them have many a deadly foe; 
For this, I ne'er put over strangers 
into this land, So, as your life you 
value, out with you to the strand." 

LIV

 "Nay, speak not so," said Hagan, "you 
see my drooping cheer; Take of me, and 
welcome, the gold I hand you here, And 
ferry a thousand horses and as many 
knights of pride." "That will I do 
never," the ferryman grim replied. 

LV

 With the word up caught he an oar both 
broad and long, And lent the knight a 
buffet so sturdy and so strong, That in 
the boat he brought him at once upon 
his knee. Such a boisterous boatman 
never before met he. 

LVI

 Yet more the haughty stranger to wrath 
would he provoke, So on the head of 
Hagan a boat-pole next he broke, The 
ferryman of Elsy was sure a lusty 
wight, Yet naught but loss and ruin got 
he by all his might. 

LVII

 The grim knight up starting ended soon 
the fray; To the sheath quick gripp'd 
he wherein his weapon lay. Off he his 
head has smitten, and to the bottom 
thrown. Soon were the glad tidings to 
the bold Burgundians known. 

LVIII

 The boat meanwhile, ere Hagan its 
master yet had slain, Had dropp'd into 
the current; this wrought him mickle 
pain, For ere he round could bring it, 
faint he to wax began, Yet strongly 
row'd and stoutly King Gunther's 
large-limb'd man. 

LIX

 The brawny stranger turn'd it with 
many a sturdy stroke, Till in his grasp 
o'ermaster'd the oar asunder broke. He 
long'd to reach his comrades at a near 
landing-place, But oar had ne'er 
another, so this he join'd apace. 

LX

 With a shield-thong together (poor 
cord, but workman good!) And then adown 
the river made for a neighboring wood. 
There his good lords the warrior found 
waiting on the strand; Many a bold 
knight ran toward him as he drew nigh 
the land. 

LXI

 Him well his comrades greeted beside 
the foamy flood, But when they saw the 
shallop reeking all with blood From 
that grim wound, that sudden the 
ferryman did to death, They put a 
thousand questions to Hagan in a 
breath. 

LXII

 When beheld King Gunther the hot 
blood, how it ran About the heaving 
ferry, thus he straight began. "Here's 
a boat, Sir Hagan, but where's the 
boatman left? Your sturdy strength, I 
fear me, the wretch's life hath reft." 

LXIII

 With lying tongue he answer'd, "The 
shallop I espied Fast by a desert 
meadow, myself the same untied. I have 
seen no boatman; this I can truly say; 
And harm to none has happen'd by fault 
of mine to-day." 

LXIV

 Thereto the bold Burgundian Sir Gernot 
made reply, "To-day deep care besets 
me; many a dear friend must die. With 
not a boatman ready to put our people 
o'er, 'Twere hard to cross the river; 
this I must needs deplore." 

LXV

 Loud then shouted Hagan, "Lay down 
upon the grass Our riding-gear, ye 
yeomen! I recollect I was On Rhine the 
best of ferrymen that e'er took oar in 
hand. Trust me, I'll put you over safe 
into Gelfrat's land." 

XLVI

 To make their passage quicker, the 
horses in a throng They drove into the 
river; these swam so well and strong, 
That by the forceful current the 
warriors lost not one; A few down lower 
landed with weary toil foredone. 

LXVII

 Long and broad and massy was that huge 
ferry-boat. Five hundred men and better 
it all at once could float With their 
food and weapons from sounding shore to 
shore. That day many a good warrior 
perforce strain'd at the oar. 

LXVIII

 Aboard then plac'd the heroes their 
gold and eke their weed. The goal of 
dark destruction they sought with fatal 
speed. Hagan was master-boatman; his 
luckless skill alone Full many a 
gallant champion brought to that land 
unknown. 

LXIX

 Noble knights a thousand first he 
ferried o'er, Thereto his own stout 
followers; behind still tarried more. 
Nine thousand lusty varlets he after 
brought away. The hand of him of Trony 
had little rest that day. 

LXX

 As the good knight thus deftly was 
putting o'er his freight, He thought on 
the strange warning he had receiv'd so 
late From those wise river-ladies with 
their prophetic breath; It brought King 
Gunther's chaplain within a hair of 
death. 

LXXI

 By his holy things close seated he 
found the priest at rest, With one hand 
gently leaning above a relique-chest; 
But in the grasp of Hagan that help'd 
him not the least. Sore wrong perforce 
he suffer'd, that heaven-forsaken 
priest. 

LXXII

 He caught and cast him over sooner 
than can be told. Many a voice loud 
shouted, "Hold, hold, Sir Hagan, hold!" 
Wroth at the deed was Giselher, Dame 
Uta's youngest son, But hold would not 
Sir Hagan till the mischief he had 
done. 

LXXIII

 Then the bold Burgundian the good Sir 
Gernot spake, "What can it boot you, 
Hagan, the chaplain's life to take? Had 
any other done it, he should have rued 
it straight. What can thus have mov'd 
you the holy man to hate?" 

LXXIV

 Stoutly swam the chaplain; to 'scape 
ne'er doubted he, Would any but assist 
him, but that was not to be; Stern 
Hagan, fierce and furious, as close he 
swam along, Dash'd him to the bottom, 
wrong heaping still on wrong. 

LXXV

 None there but thought it outrage, yet 
none came to his aid, Which when he 
saw, back turning for th' other bank he 
made; Though fail'd his strength 
o'erwearied, yet God's almighty hand 
Back bore him through the billows, and 
brought him safe to land. 

LXXVI

 There stood the poor clerk shivering, 
and shook his dripping weed. By this 
well knew Sir Hagan that their dark 
doom decreed, As those wild mermaids 
warn'd him, 'twas all in vain to shun. 
Thought he, "These hopeful champions 
must perish every one." 

LXXVII

 Soon as the bark was emptied, and all 
the goods it bore By the three 
brethren's vassals were safely brought 
to shore, Stern Hagan broke it 
piecemeal and down the current cast; 
The good knights star'd upon him, with 
wonder all aghast. 

LXXVIII

 "What are you doing, brother?" 
Dankwart sudden cried, "How shall we 
cross the river, when back we have to 
ride To the Rhine from Hungary our 
homes again to see?" Thereafter Hagan 
told him, that that was ne'er to be. 

LXXIX

 Then said the Knight of Trony, "I do 
it to this end, That, should a coward 
among us upon this journey wend, Who 
would perchance desert us through 
heart-appalling fear, A shameful death 
may meet him in the wild waters here." 

LXXX

 Then when the priest saw Hagan the 
bark in pieces break, Far o'er the 
boiling billows to the stern knight he 
spake. "What did I to you ever, base 
murderer," he began, "That you this day 
attempted to drown a guiltless man?" 

LXXXI

 Then answer gave Sir Hagan, "Now of 
this no more; I tell you on my honor, 
Sir Priest, it irks me sore That thus 
you have escap'd me; I neither jest nor 
feign." "For this God prais'd be ever!" 
said the poor chaplain. 

LXXXII

 "I fear you not, assure you, though 
brought to death so nigh. Now on with 
you to Hungary; over the Rhine will I. 
God grant you never thither come back, 
you knight untrue! So hence with my 
worst wishes, for what you could not 
do!" 

LXXXIII

 With those undaunted squadrons from 
Burgundy there came A bold quick-handed 
champion; Folker was his name. Whate'er 
he thought, out-spake he with ready wit 
and light. All that was done by Hagan, 
the minstrel held for right. 

LXXXIV

 Their steeds were ready saddled; their 
sumpters loaded too; Not yet, 
throughout the journey, had one had 
cause to rue, Save only the king's 
chaplain, the nearly drown'd divine; He 
plod must weary homeward, and foot it 
to the Rhine. 



TWENTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE

HOW DANKWART SLEW GELFRAT 

I

 When now were all the warriors 
debark'd upon the strand, The king 
began to question, "Who now can through 
the land Direct us, lest we wander 
through wildering ways unknown?" Then 
answer'd valiant Folker, "That task be 
mine alone." 

II

 "Now guard you well," said Hagan, 
"yeoman as well as knight, And follow 
friendly counsel, for thus it seems me 
right; News know I, sad to utter, and 
sad alike to learn; Not one of us shall 
ever to Burgundy return. 

III

 "'Twas told me by two mermaids this 
morn without disguise, That back should 
we come never; now hear what I advise. 
Take to your arms, ye heroes, and wend 
your wary way (Since here we have stout 
foemen) in battailous array. 

IV

 "I thought to prove the mermaids, and 
catch them in a lie, Who said that we 
in Hungary were surely doom'd to die, 
And that alone the chaplain should come 
to Rhenish ground, So him in yonder 
river I gladly would have drown'd." 

V

 The woe-denouncing tidings flew quick 
from rank to rank; With ashen cheeks 
the warriors astonied sat and blank, As 
on their death they ponder'd by dismal 
doom decreed, From that disastrous 
journey; each shudder'd on his steed. 

VI

 'Twas near the town of Moering that 
they the stream had cross'd; 'Twas 
there that Elsy's boatman his luckless 
life had lost. Then thus bespake them 
Hagan, "This morning by the flood I 
made me certain enemies, so look for 
wounds and blood. 

VII

 "I slew that self-same boatman at 
early dawn to-day; By this, all know 
the story; so buckle to the fray; If 
Gelfrat here and Elsy our onward 
journey cross, Let it be, Burgundians, 
to their disgrace and loss. 

VIII

 "I know them for so valiant that they 
will ne'er abstain, So let us pace our 
horses the slower o'er the plain, That 
nobody may fancy we rather flee than 
ride." "That counsel will I follow," 
young Giselher replied. 

IX

 "But who shall guide our party? This 
country's strange and lone." All 
shouted, "That shall Folker (for well 
to him are known The highways and the 
byways), the hardy minstrel good." They 
scarce had breath'd their wishes, when 
in his armor stood 

X

 The ever-ready gleeman; his helmet on 
he bound; He donn'd in haste his 
hauberk that brightly flash'd around, 
And to his spear-shaft fasten'd a 
pennon bloody red. Soon with the kings 
his masters to a dismal doom he sped. 

XI

 By this, to valiant Gelfrat his 
boatman's death was known; Swift-wing'd 
are evil tidings; the news as soon had 
flown To the redoubted Elsy; sore 
griev'd thereat were both. Straight 
summon'd they their vassals; all 
gather'd nothing loth; 

XII

 And I can well assure you, that scarce 
few hours were past, Ere, to find the 
wrong-doers, were pricking fiery fast A 
sturdy troop of warriors long prov'd in 
war before; In aid of noble Gelfrat 
seven hundred came or more. 

XIII

 All for revenge were thirsting, all 
eager for th' attack, Their warlike 
lords were foremost; too hotly in the 
track They follow'd of those strangers, 
and learnt it to their cost. Many a 
good friend soon after their valiant 
leaders lost. 

XIV

 Hagan the cautious Tronian their hasty 
counsels marr'd; How could a warrior 
better his friends and kinsmen guard? 
He took in charge the rearward, and 
there his men array'd With his brave 
brother Dankwart; all with one soul 
obey'd. 

XV

 The day had sunk and vanish'd; 'twas 
gloom and darkness all. He fear'd lest 
harm or danger his comrades should 
befall. Well marshall'd through Bavaria 
beneath their shields went they; Yet in 
short time their foemen assail'd them 
by the way. 

XVI

 On either side the highway, though 
nothing met their view, Hoofs heard 
they frequent trample, and close behind 
them too. Then out spoke fearless 
Dankwart, "Upon us is the foe; Bind 
fast your helmets, warriors; prudence 
would have it so." 

XVII

 Upon their march they halted, for now 
they were so nigh, That bucklers 
faintly glimmering they through the 
dark could spy, Nor longer wish'd Sir 
Hagan in silence to abide. "Who hunts 
us on the highway?" the deep-voiced 
warrior cried. 

XVIII

 The stern Bavarian Margrave Gelfrat 
gave answer back, "We're seeking out 
our foemen, and close are on their 
track. I know not who among you this 
morn my boatman slew; He was a knight 
of prowess; his loss I surely rue." 

XIX

 Then answer'd he of Trony, "Was that 
same ferryman thine? He would not put 
us over; the guilt, if guilt, is mine. 
I slew him, I confess it, but what 
besides could I? Myself first by his 
fury was all but done to die. 

XX

 "I offer'd gold and raiment for meed 
(what could I more?) Into thy land, Sir 
Gelfrat, if he'd but put us o'er. He 
flew into a fury, and caught me o'er 
the crown With a heavy boat-pole, and 
knock'd me roughly down. 

XXI

 "I snatch'd my sword in anger; from 
his wrath I kept my life; A mortal 
wound I gave him; this clos'd at once 
the strife. Yet such amends I offer as 
you think just and right." They 
hearken'd but to vengeance, burning 
with scorn and spite. 

XXII

 "I knew full well," said Gelfrat, "if 
Gunther pass'd along This country with 
his meiny, that we should suffer wrong 
At the hands of Hagan; 'scape shall he 
not to-day; He did to death the 
ferryman, and for the deed shall pay." 

XXIII

 To smite above the bucklers they 
couch'd their lances straight. Gelfrat 
and Hagan both clos'd with eager hate. 
Elsy too and Dankwart each bore him 
like a knight; Each prov'd the other's 
manhood; stern and stubborn was the 
fight. 

XXIV

 Who better could defend them? who 
better could assail? Borne was the 
stalwart Hagan clean o'er his horse's 
tail, And on the grass lay floundering 
by Gelfrat's sturdy stroke. In the 
shock asunder his charger's poeitral 
broke. 

XXV

 Then knew he what was fighting; all 
round the lances crash'd; From the 
green Sir Hagan upstarted, unabash'd, 
Or rather kindling courage from 
overthrow so rude. He turn'd, I ween, 
on Gelfrat, not in the mildest mood. 

XXVI

 Who held them both their horses, is 
more than I can tell. To the ground the 
champions were both brought down from 
selle. They rush'd upon each other; 
they mingled sword and shield. Their 
comrades to the rescue flock'd round 
from all the field. 

XXVII

 However fiercely Hagan on noble 
Gelfrat sprung, A huge piece from his 
buckler (loud with the stroke it rung) 
Was hewn by the stout margrave; fire 
forth in sparkles flew; The ferryman 
like to follow was Gunther's liegeman 
true. 

XXVIII

 To the valiant Dankwart he shouted 
loud and high, "Help, help me, dearest 
brother, I've just been like to die By 
a stout-handed champion; he'll let me 
ne'er go free." Thereto replied bold 
Dankwart, "Then I'll your umpire be." 

XXIX

 Close to them leapt the hero; nothing 
more he said; Once his sword he lifted, 
down dropp'd Gelfrat dead. Elsy had 
fain reveng'd him, but forc'd was he to 
yield. He and his fear-struck comrades 
fled that disastrous field. 

XXX

 Slain was his valiant brother, himself 
was wounded sore, Of his war-practis'd 
champions eighty the best, or more, Lay 
with grim Death companion'd; what then 
beside could he But from the men of 
Gunther with loss and anguish flee? 

XXXI

 Soon as they of Bavaria gave way 
through ghastly fear, Behind them 
deadly sword-strokes loud ringing you 
might hear. So the bold men of Trony 
held their foes in chase, Who sought to 
'scape the forfeit and ever fled apace. 

XXXII

 Then Dankwart thus behind them loud 
shouted o'er the plain, "Forthwith must 
we be wending back on our steps again; 
So let them fly unfollow'd, each 
bleeding as he flies, While we rejoin 
our comrades; this I in truth advise." 

XXXIII

 When back had come the warriors to 
where the fight had been, Thus spoke 
the Knight of Trony, "Chiefs, now 
'twere fit, I ween, To reckon up the 
missing, and learn whom we to-night 
Have lost through Gelfrat's anger in 
this sharp sudden fight." 

XXXIV

 Four of their friends had perish'd, 
slight cause had they to plain, For 
they had well aveng'd them; on th' 
other hand were slain Of the repuls'd 
Bavarians a hundred men or more, The 
shields of the stout Tronians were 
dimm'd and soak'd with gore. 

XXXV

 From the clouds a moment broke out the 
gleaming moon; "We shall overtake," 
said Hagan, "our friends and comrades 
soon; But none to my good masters speak 
of this hasty fray; Let them without 
suspicion remain till dawn of day." 

XXXVI

 When those who fought the battle had 
now rejoin'd the rest, They found them 
with long travail exhausted and 
oppress'd. "How long have we to 
journey?" asked many a champion brave. 
"Here's neither host nor hostel," was 
th' answer Dankwart gave, 

XXXVII

 "You all must until morning ride on as 
best you can." Next sent the nimble 
Folker, the leader of the van, To ask 
the noble marshal, "Where shall we 
lodge the crew To-night? Where rest the 
horses and our good masters too?" 

XXXVIII

 Then answer gave bold Dankwart, 
"That's more than I can say; Rest must 
we ne'er a moment before the dawn of 
day, And, wheresoe'er we meet it, lie 
down upon the green." To most of those 
who heard him 'twas heavy news, I ween. 

XXXIX

 Long time remain'd unnotic'd the 
stains of bloody red, Till the fair 
sun, up rising, his glittering radiance 
spread At morn above the mountains; at 
once the king espied That they had just 
been fighting, and full of anger cried, 

XL

 "How now, friend Hagan? so you, it 
seems, disdain'd To have me for your 
comrade, when thus with blood was 
stain'd And dabbled all your hauberks; 
who put you in that plight?" Said he, 
"'Twas done by Elsy; he fell on us last 
night. 

XLI

 "To revenge his ferryman this fierce 
assault he plann'd There slain was 
sturdy Gelfrat by my good brother's 
hand, And Elsy scarce escap'd us; 
'faith he was ill bestead. We lost but 
four companions, and he a hundred 
dead." 

XLII

 We know not, where that morning the 
warriors laid them down, Straight 
learn'd all the people in country and 
in town, That noble Uta's children to 
court were on their road. On them a 
hearty welcome was at Passau soon 
bestow'd. 

XLIII

 Well pleas'd was Bishop Pilgrin, the 
uncle of the queen. That with so many 
champions, all cas'd in armor sheen, 
His proud Burgundian nephews had come 
into the land. Soon, what good will he 
bore them, he made them understand. 

XLIV

 Along the roads to lodge them their 
friends all did their best. At Passau 
room was wanting to harbor every guest; 
They cross'd perforce the water, where 
on an open ground Were hasty tents 
erected, and rich pavilions pitch'd 
around. 

XLV

 They there were forc'd to tarry the 
space of one whole day, And eke the 
night till morning; how well receiv'd 
were they! Thence to the land of 
Rudeger they were to ride anew. Swift 
to him the tidings of their coming 
flew. 

XLVI

 When the way-weary warriors had ta'en 
some needful rest, And now were close 
approaching the country of their quest, 
They found upon the border a man that 
sleeping lay; Sir Hagan sprung upon 
him, and took his sword away. 

XLVII

 He was call'd Sir Eckewart, that 
sleep-oppressed knight; Sore griev'd 
was he and downcast at his defenceless 
plight, Stripp'd of so strong a weapon, 
and at a stranger's will. They found 
the march of Rudeger watch'd and warded 
ill. 

XLVIII

 "Woe's me for this dishonor!" the 
grief-struck warrior cried, "Alas that 
the Burgundians e'er hither thought to 
ride! Sure, since I lost Sir Siegfried, 
all joy is flown from me. Oh, well 
away, Sir Rudeger, how have I injur'd 
thee!" 

XLIX

 Sir Hagan scarcely waited to hear his 
sorrows through; He gave him back his 
weapon, and six red armlets too. "Take 
these, Sir Knight, as tokens that thou 
my friend wilt be: Thou'rt a bold chief 
to slumber thus lonely on the lea." 

L

 "God quit you for your armlets!" Sir 
Eckewart replied; "Yet much, I own, it 
grieves me that to the Huns you ride. 
You took the life of Siegfried, all 
hate you deadly here; As your true 
friend I warn you; watch well, and 
wisely fear." 

LI

 "Now God watch well and ward us," 
Hagan gave answer back; "No care have 
these good warriors, save for what now 
they lack, Fit and convenient quarters; 
fain would we learn aright Where we, 
both kings and subjects, may hope to 
lodge to-night. 

LII

 "Our steeds by this long journey are 
ruin'd past a doubt," Said the bold 
warrior Hagan, "our stores are all run 
out; Naught's to be had for money; we 
need (or else we're sped), Some host, 
who of his goodness to-night would give 
us bread." 

LIII

 Straight Eckewart made answer, "I'll 
show you such a host, That scarcely 
could a better be found in any coast, 
Than he, who here, assure ye, your 
coming fain will greet, If you be 
pleas'd, bold strangers, Sir Rudeger to 
meet. 

LIV

 "He dwells fast by the highway, and 
never yet on earth Was there a host 
more liberal; his heart gives virtues 
birth, As meadows grass and flowerets 
in the sweet month of May, To do good 
knights good service he waxes blithe 
and gay." 

LV

 Straight answer'd then King Gunther, 
"Will you a message take, So ask my 
dear friend Rudeger, if he will for my 
sake Me and my kinsmen shelter and all 
this numerous clan? To serve him ever 
after I'll do the best I can." 

LVI

 "Fain will I do your bidding," 
Eckewart replied. With good will off he 
started; well his spurs he plied, And 
what he brought to Rudeger he told 
without delay. To him no such glad 
tidings had come for many a day. 

LVII

 A knight toward Bechlaren spurr'd fast 
as fast might be; Rudeger himself 
discerned him; "On yonder road," said 
he, "'Tis Kriemhild's liegeman 
Eckewart, that rides so hot a pace." He 
thought his foes had harm'd him, and 
held him still in chase. 

LVIII

 To the gate he hurried; the knight 
there saw he stand, Who straight his 
sword ungirded, and laid it from his 
hand. The news that he brought with him 
he car'd not to withhold From the host 
and those about him, but straight his 
story told. 

LIX

 He thus bespake the margrave, "A 
message you I bring From my good master 
Gunther, the stout Burgundian king, And 
Giselher his brother and noble Gernot 
too; Every one of the warriors sends 
you his service true. 

LX

 "The same does also Hagan and Folker 
bold, as well, With firm entire 
devotion, and I beside must tell What 
from the king's marshal I have too in 
command, That need have the good yeomen 
of lodging at your hand." 

LXI

 Merrily laugh'd Sir Rudeger as thus he 
made reply, "I joy to hear these 
tidings, that kings so great and high 
Deign to request my service; my zeal 
they soon shall see; If they my 
dwelling enter, right happy shall I 
be." 

LXII

 "Dankwart the marshal also by me the 
number sends Of those, who seek your 
homestead with your Burgundian friends; 
Sixty nimble champions, good knights a 
thousand too, And yeomen full nine 
thousand." Right glad the margrave 
grew. 

LXIII

 "In truth I shall be happy," said 
noble Rudeger, "To see guests of such 
worship in my poor dwelling here, To 
whom I have but rarely yet render'd 
service due. Now ride ye forth to meet 
them, good friends and kinsmen true." 

LXIV

 With that in haste they mounted: forth 
flew squire and knight, Whate'er their 
lord commanded, that pass'd with all 
for right; The better thus their duties 
they did when need requir'd. Yet 
nothing knew Dame Gotelind, who sat in 
power retir'd. 



TWENTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE

RUDEGER'S HOSPITALITY 

I

 There lingered not the margrave, but 
straight the ladies sought, His wife 
and his fair daughter, and what good 
news he brought, By Eckewart deliver'd, 
told with exulting glee, How their good 
lady's brethren their guests were soon 
to be. 

II

 "My dearest love and lady," his tale 
he thus 'gan tell, "The noble kings 
approaching receive, as fits them, 
well, Since hither they are passing to 
court with all their clan; Accord, too, 
like fair greeting to Hagan, Gunther's 
man. 

III

 "With them besides on duty comes one 
that Dankwart hight; And yet a third 
call'd Folker, a well-train'd courtly 
knight. These six must you, Dame 
Gotelind, and you, fair daughter, kiss. 
Nor at your hands let any of fitting 
kindness miss." 

IV

 That promis'd straight the ladies, and 
ready all things made. Large store of 
goodly raiment forth from the chests 
they laid, That they such noble 
warriors might meet in fit array; Many 
a lovely lady bestirr'd herself that 
day. 

V

 How little spurious colors on their 
fresh cheeks were found! Far-glittering 
golden fillets about their heads they 
wound, And in such gorgeous bondage 
confin'd their radiant hair, Lest the 
light frolic breezes should work 
disorder there. 

VI

 So let us leave the ladies in no 
unpleasing toil. Meanwhile the friends 
of Rudeger swift scour'd the sounding 
soil, Till, where they found the 
princes, they made a sudden stand. The 
guests were warmly welcom'd to the good 
margrave's land. 

VII

 When to his home the margrave saw the 
Burgundians come, Exulting thus bespoke 
he the strangers all and some, 
"Welcome, ye lords! right welcome, you 
and your vassals too. Here in my land 
full gladly I see such friends as you." 

VIII

 The brethren to his greeting their 
stately heads inclin'd, To the loving 
love returning, and kindness to the 
kind. Apart he greeted Hagan, whom he 
had known of old; The same did he to 
Folker the minstrel blithe and bold. 

IX

 Last welcom'd he Sir Dankwart, who 
thus his host bespake, "Since you will 
give us shelter, pray who in charge 
will take The train we have brought 
hither, all in such weary plight?" Then 
answer'd him the margrave, "Well will 
you rest to-night. 

X

 "My people shall keep safely all you 
have hither brought, Silver and steeds 
and raiment; you need not think of 
aught. Be sure, I'll take such order, 
that loss shall none occur. You'll not 
miss all among you as much as half a 
spur. 

XI

 "So pitch your tents, ye yeomen, in 
the field apace; Whatever here is 
missing, I'll willingly replace; Off 
with bit and saddle--turn loose your 
weary steeds." Such a host had rarely 
supplied the wanderer's needs. 

XII

 Well pleased were the Burgundians; 
when all was brought to pass, The lords 
rode on together; the yeomen on the 
grass Laid them down in clusters; there 
to repose they fell; I ween, in all 
their journey they ne'er had far'd so 
well. 

XIII

 And now from forth the castle the 
noble margravine Had gone with her fair 
daughter; beside them there was seen 
Many a lovely lady, and many a smiling 
maid, All deck'd with store of 
bracelets, and in bright robes array'd. 

XIV

 Precious stones were sparkling ever 
and anon About their gorgeous raiment; 
themselves yet brighter shone. Thither 
rode up the strangers and lighted 
instantly. Ah! what high bearing had 
they, those chiefs of Burgundy! 

XV

 Six and thirty maidens and thereto 
many a dame, Each fair as wish could 
sigh for, or busy fancy fame, Stepp'd 
forth to greet the strangers with 
warriors many a one; Their task by 
those high ladies with comely grace was 
done. 

XVI

 The margravine went forward, and 
kiss'd the kings all three; The like 
too did her daughter; Hagan, the next 
was he. Her father bade her kiss him; a 
glance on him she cast, And thought he 
look'd so dreadful, that him she fain 
had pass'd. 

XVII

 At length perforce she did it, since 
so her father said, Yet could not but 
change color, now waxing white, now 
red. She kiss'd, too, noble Dankwart, 
and Folker last in place. For his 
strength and valor the minstrel gain'd 
such grace. 

XVIII

 This done, with gentle gesture the 
damsel meek and mild By the hand, yet 
trembling, took Giselher the child, Her 
mother took King Gunther, the bold 
Burgundian lord. So with the knights 
the ladies mov'd thence in blithe 
accord. 

XIX

 The host went with Sir Gernot into a 
spacious hall; There both chiefs and 
ladies down sat together all. Straight 
to his guests the margrave bade hand 
good wine around. Better entertainment 
knights yet never found. 

XX

 There many a longing eye-glance from 
all sides might you see Bent on the 
margrave's daughter, so fresh and fair 
was she. Many a good knight was 
breathing for her the secret sigh; In 
truth she well deserv'd it; her 
thoughts were pure and high. 

XXI

 They mus'd just as it pleas'd them, 
yet naught could thence befall. Alike 
meanwhile were glances cast by the 
knights in hall On other dames and 
damsels, whereof there sat good store. 
Soon show'd the noble minstrel what 
love the host he bore. 

XXII

 And now at last they sever'd, as 
custom there requir'd; Ladies and 
knights, as fitted, to separate rooms 
retir'd. In the broad hall the tables 
in order straight were set; There soon 
the noble strangers all lordly service 
met. 

XXIII

 To grace her guests, at table the 
noble hostess kind Took place, but left 
her daughter, as fitted best, behind 
Among her blooming maidens, with whom 
retir'd she sat. The guests, who joy'd 
to see her, were little pleas'd with 
that. 

XXIV

 With meats and drinks abundant their 
fill had feasted all; Then back the 
lovely ladies were usher'd to the hall; 
Nor comely mirth there wanted, nor 
merriment, nor jest. The gentle knight 
Sir Folker there shone above the rest. 

XXV

 Then out spake to Sir Rudeger that 
minstrel bold and true, "High and 
puissant margrave, God sure has dealt 
with you As one whom most He favors, 
since he so fair a wife Has given you 
for a helpmate, and bless'd with joy 
your life. 

XXVI

 "If I were a monarch and if a crown I 
wore," Said the good knight, "no maiden 
should be my queen before Your fair and 
gentle daughter; my heart's desire I 
tell; Lovely is she to look on, 
high-born and nurtur'd well." 

XXVII

 Then spake the noble margrave, "What 
chance could ever bring To woo my child 
beloved a proud and puissant king? My 
wife and I are exiles, both worn with 
age and care, And can give her nothing; 
what boots then all her fair?" 

XXVIII

 Thereat the courteous Gernot took up 
the word and spake, "If I desir'd a 
helpmate after my heart to take None 
would I ask more gladly than this same 
modest maid." Thereupon Sir Hagan in 
courtly fashion said, 

XXIX

 "Now fits it my lord Giselher to take 
a bride, I ween, And sure so 
high-descended is the young margravine, 
That I and all his vassals would do her 
homage fain, If crown'd we were to see 
her in our Burgundian reign." 

XXX

 Well pleas'd was good Sir Rudeger Sir 
Hagan's words to hear, So, too, was 
Lady Gotelind; right joyous was her 
cheer. Soon so the chiefs contriv'd it, 
that Giselher, nothing loth, To wife 
took the fair maiden, as well beseem'd 
them both. 

XXXI

 When once a thing is settled, who 
further can gainsay? Forthwith they 
bade the damsel to court to take her 
way. Then for his wife to give him the 
lovely maid they swore, Then he too 
vow'd to cherish and love her evermore. 

XXXII

 Next dower'd was the fair maiden with 
castles and with land; With an oath 
assurance was giv'n by Gunther's hand, 
As well as by Lord Gernot's, that so it 
should be done. Then said the noble 
margrave, "Since castles I have none, 

XXXIII

 "With you will I forever a faithful 
friendship hold; A hundred sumpters' 
burden of silver and of gold (No 
unbefitting portion) I'll give the 
gentle bride, So that the bridegroom's 
warriors may well be satisfied." 

XXXIV

 Then had the bride and bridegroom 
within a ring to stand, For such was 
then the custom; a merry stripling band 
Encircled the fair couple, and gaz'd on 
them their fill, And thought the while 
as idly as think young people still. 

XXXV

 Now when was ask'd the damsel in 
homely phrase and plain, If she would 
have the warrior, she felt a moment's 
pain; Not that she was unwilling to 
take the stately one; She blush'd but 
at the question, as many a maid has 
done. 

XXXVI

 Her father Rudeger told her at once to 
answer, "Yes," And that she fain would 
take him. In a trice with tenderness 
Young Giselher around her, the 
shrinking and the coy, Lock'd his white 
hands together; alas! how fleeting was 
their joy! 

XXXVII

 Then spake again the margrave, "Ye 
rich and noble kings, When you, as is 
the custom, after your revellings 
Return by us to Rhineland, I'll give my 
child to you, To take her in your 
party." They promis'd so to do. 

XXXVIII

 The merry sound of revel was hush'd 
perforce at last. With mincing step the 
maidens forth to their chambers pass'd, 
And eke in rest the strangers slept on 
till break of day. Then the first meal 
was ready; none better far'd than they. 

XXXIX

 Their fast they scarce had broken, 
when they at once would start For the 
realm of Hungary; "You must not thus 
depart," Said the good host Sir 
Rudeger; "awhile here tarry yet, Such 
guests and so beloved but seldom have I 
met." 

XL

 "That must not be," said Dankwart, 
"your ruin you design, Where can you 
find provisions, bread as well as wine, 
If day by day an army is eating up your 
store?" Soon as the host had heard him, 
he said, "Talk thus no more. 

XLI

 "Nay, thus to refuse me, my dear 
lords, do not think; For fourteen days 
together I'll find you meat and drink, 
You and all those about you, your 
well-appointed train. Full little of my 
substance has yet King Etzel ta'en." 

XLII

 Whate'er excuse they offer'd, there 
perforce they stay'd Feasting till the 
fourth morning; then well their host 
display'd His far-renowned bounty, and 
to his parting guests Gave without 
stint for presents proud steeds and 
gorgeous vests. 

XLIII

 This now could last no longer; thence 
must they forward fare. Little his 
custom'd bounty did then the margrave 
spare. All then was had for asking; 
that morn denied was none; All kindness 
and all honor to every guest was done. 

XLIV

 And now their noble meiny brought up 
before the gate Store of good chargers 
saddled; thither to swell their state 
Flock'd troops of foreign champions, 
all bearing shield in hand, All with 
the Rhenish brethren bound to King 
Etzel's land. 

XLV

 The noble host in plenty proffer'd his 
gifts to all Before the noble strangers 
came outside the hall. With open hand 
liv'd Rudeger, stout heart, and honor 
clear; He now his lovely daughter had 
given to Giselher. 

XLVI

 Then gave he valiant Gernot a sword 
full sharp and bright, Which soon the 
bold Burgundian bore manfully in fight. 
That so her husband gave it, well 
pleased the margrave's wife. Alas! the 
fatal present cost Rudeger his life. 

XLVII

 Then to the great King Gunther he gave 
from out his store A mailcoat, that 
with honor the sturdy champion wore. 
But seldom could the monarch to take a 
present brook, Yet at the hand of 
Rudeger this with warm thanks he took. 

XLVIII

 Then Gotelind, as was fitting, offer'd 
with fair accord A parting gift to 
Hagan, that, like the king his lord, 
He, too, not empty-handed, to Etzel 
court might ride, But he declin'd the 
present, and to the dame replied, 

XLIX

 "I ne'er saw ought, fair lady, however 
rich and rare, That it would more 
content me hence as my own to bear, 
Than yonder well-form'd buckler that 
hangs on yonder wall. To take that 
shield to Hungary would please me most 
of all." 

L

 Soon as the Lady Gotelind heard 
Hagan's accents deep, They brought to 
mind her sorrow; she could not choose 
but weep. Then thought she on bold 
Nudung, by mightier Wittich slain, And 
to her wounded bosom the smart return'd 
again. 

LI

 Thus she bespake Sir Hagan, "That 
shield I freely give, And would to God 
the warrior among us still did live, 
Who bore it erst in battle; dead on the 
field he lay; Him must I weep for ever, 
mourning my life away." 

LII

 Then from her seat she totter'd; her 
limbs with anguish shook; The shield of 
her lamented in her white hands she 
took, And carried it to Hagan; he 
grasp'd the gift she gave, Giv'n and 
receiv'd in honor, and fitting well the 
brave. 

LIII

 A veil of glittering samite its varied 
hues conceal'd; Never had the daylight 
shone on a better shield. With precious 
stones far-beaming 'twas richly deck'd 
all o'er. It could not have been 
purchas'd for a thousand marks or more. 

LIV

 So by command of Hagan the shield away 
was ta'en. Then came to court Sir 
Dankwart among the parting train. To 
him gave Rudeger's daughter robes 
richly broider'd o'er, Which 'midst the 
Huns thereafter in joyous mood he wore. 

LV

 Of all the gifts that morning bestow'd 
on every guest, Not one by those 
Burgundians had ever been possess'd, 
But by the margrave's bounty, which so 
by proof they knew. Soon they became 
such foemen, that they the giver slew. 

LVI

 And now the valiant Folker with 
high-bred courtly grace Stepp'd forth 
before Dame Gotelind, and, standing 
there in place, His sweetest tones 
attemper'd and sang his choicest lay, 
Ere he from Bechlaren took leave and 
went his way. 

LVII

 With that the gentle hostess bade 
bring a casket near (Of friendly gifts 
and bounty and kindness you must hear); 
From this she took twelve bracelets, 
and drew them o'er his hand; "These you 
must take, and with you bear hence to 
Etzel's land, 

LVIII

 "And for the sake of Gotelind the same 
at court must wear, That I may learn, 
when hither again you all repair, What 
service you have done me in yon 
assembly bright." The lady's wish 
thereafter full well perform'd the 
knight. 

LIX

 Then the noble margrave his parting 
guests bespake, "That you may ride the 
safer, myself the charge will take To 
guide you, lest from robbers you suffer 
by the road." With that upon his 
sumpters in haste was laid their load. 

LX

 The host he soon was ready with full 
five hundred men Well horsed and well 
apparell'd; them led he merrily then To 
the proud feast of Etzel, and they him 
follow'd fain; Not one of them came 
living to Bechlaren back again. 

LXI

 The host from home departed with many 
a loving kiss: The like did also 
Giselher; his honor counsell'd this. 
Each to his beating bosom his trembling 
lady press'd. That parting planted 
sorrow in many a virgin breast. 

LXII

 All windows in Bechlaren now flew open 
wide. Straight would to horse the 
margrave, and with his warriors ride I 
ween, their hearts that moment their 
coming doom forbode. Many a dame and 
many a damsel loud sobb'd as forth they 
rode. 

LXIII

 E'en for their best beloved in heart 
they sorrow'd sore, For those, whom at 
Bechlaren they were to see no more. Yet 
merrily the champions prick'd along the 
strand Downward beside the Danube to 
reach the Hunnish land. 

LXIV

 Then thus to the Burgundians out spake 
the stately knight. "Rudeger the noble, 
methinks, it were but right We should 
announce we're coming e'en now to 
Hunnish ground; More pleasantly no 
tidings in Etzel's ear will sound." 

LXV

 Straight adown through Austria he bade 
a courier ride; At once among the 
people 'twas publish'd far and wide, 
That coming were the heroes from Worms 
beyond the Rhine. Right glad were 
Etzel's vassals, and those of Etzel's 
line. 

LXVI

 With the news the couriers forth 
gallop'd hastily, That the Nibelungers 
were now in Hungary. "Well should'st 
thou receive them, Kriemhild, lady 
mine! They come to do thee honor, these 
brethren dear of thine." 

LXVII

 Dame Kriemhild at a window was 
standing there to view; She look'd out 
for her kinsmen as friend for friends 
will do. From her native country saw 
she many a man. The king too heard the 
tidings and for joy to laugh began. 

LXVIII

 "Now I at last am happy," exclaim'd 
th' exulting queen; "Hither are come my 
kinsmen with many a mailcoat sheen, And 
many a new-made buckler; who would for 
gold endeavor, Let him my wrongs 
remember, and I'll befriend him ever. 

LXIX

 "Yes! I will so contrive it, to take 
revenge for all At this same feast of 
Etzel's (whatever thereafter fall) On 
his abhorred body, who so the traitor 
play'd, And all my joy so blasted.--I 
shall be now repaid." 



TWENTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE

HOW KRIEMHILD RECEIVED HAGAN 

I

 When now the bold Burgundians had come 
into the land, He of Bern soon heard 
it, the aged Hildebrand; He told his 
lord the tidings; sore griev'd it the 
good knight; He begged him the stout 
strangers receive as best they might. 

II

 Straight to bring up the horses quick 
Wolfhart order gave; Then forward 
prick'd with Dietrich full many a 
champion brave. Thence to the field to 
greet them; as friends to friends they 
went. There had they pitch'd all ready 
full many a gorgeous tent. 

III

 Them riding thus at distance soon as 
Sir Hagan spied, Thus he his courteous 
counsel unto his lords applied. "Now 
every one, ye warriors, down instant 
from his seat, And these, who'd bid you 
welcome, go forth yourselves to meet. 

IV

 "Well know I yon bright meiny, whom 
here we have at hand; They are the 
choicest warriors; of th' Amelungers' 
land. The Lord of Bern rides foremost; 
high-mettled chiefs are they, So scorn 
not what fair service they proffer you 
to-day." 

V

 Then down from horse alighted, as 
fitting was and right, With the 
redoubted Dietrich many a good squire 
and knight. All to the noble strangers 
went forward hastily, And courteously 
saluted the lords of Burgundy. 

VI

 Soon as discern'd Sir Dietrich how 
they to meet him came, Now you would 
hear full gladly what words that chief 
of fame Spoke to the sons of Uta; their 
journey griev'd him sore; The truth, he 
thought, Sir Rudeger had known and told 
before. 

VII

 "Welcome, ye lords, right welcome, 
Gunther and Gernot true, And Giselher 
and Hagan, the like to Folker too, And 
ever-ready Dankwart. Do you not 
understand That Kriemhild still mourns 
deeply the Chief of Niblungland?" 

VIII

 "Why, she will weep forever," Sir 
Hagan made reply, "'Tis many a year, 
Sir Dietrich, since he was done to die. 
She now has got King Etzel; of love she 
cannot lack; Siegfried is dead and 
buried, and never can come back." 

IX

 "Just now let us, I prithee, leave 
Siegfried's wounds alone," The Lord of 
Bern, Sir Dietrich, replied in earnest 
tone, "As long as lives Dame Kriemhild 
there's fear of mortal ill. Trust of 
the Nibelungers! watch and be wary 
still." 

X

 "Why watch, and why be wary?" the 
lofty king replied. "Etzel sent us 
envoys (what should I ask beside?) To 
say, that with our visit he would be 
well content; And by them many a 
message my sister Kriemhild sent." 

XI

 "To my advice," said Hagan, "I pray 
you, now give ear. Entreat our friend 
Sir Dietrich and his good warriors 
here, Of their suspicious tidings the 
utmost scope to show, That we may come 
more fully Dame Kriemhild's mind to 
know." 

XII

 Then the three kings, retiring, to 
separate converse drew, Gunther and 
Gernot and good Sir Dietrich, too. "Now 
tell us, we beseech thee, right noble 
Knight of Bern, How thou hast been able 
Queen Kriemhild's mind to learn." 

XIII

 The Lord of Bern thus answer'd, "What 
have I now to say? I hear the wife of 
Etzel every break of day To the great 
God of heaven sob out her dreary tale, 
And for the loss of Siegfried yet ever 
weep and wail." 

XIV

 "What's done can ne'er be undone," 
spoke out the minstrel bold, The 
death-defying Folker, "for all we've 
just been told. So to court let's 
onward, and manfully abide Whate'er may 
us stout champions among the Huns 
betide." 

XV

 So the bold Burgundians to court 
thence took their way After their 
country's fashion in pomp and proud 
array. Many a stout knight of Hungary 
among the gazers came To look on 
Tronian Hagan, and mark his warrior 
frame. 

XVI

 Of him among the courtiers were rumors 
not a few, That he it was who 
Siegfried, the Netherlander, slew, The 
strongest of all champions, Dame 
Kriemhild's husband bold. Hence much 
was there among them of Hagan ask'd and 
told. 

XVII

 Well grown and well compacted was that 
redoubted guest; Long were his legs and 
sinewy, and deep and broad his chest. 
His hair, that once was sable, with 
gray was dash'd of late, And terrible 
his visage, and lordly was his gait. 

XVIII

 And now the bold Burgundians with 
shelter were supplied. The knights were 
lodg'd together, the rest were sunder'd 
wide. Through Kriemhild's hate to 
Gunther was plann'd this subtle train, 
That easier in their quarters the 
yeomen might be slain. 

XIX

 Dankwart was the marshal, Hagan's 
brother brave; The charge of the stout 
yeomen to him King Gunther gave, That 
all might well be tended, and each 
might have his fill. The Chief of the 
Burgundians bore all his train good 
will. 

XX

 Kriemhild the lovely with all her 
meiny went, Where she the Nibelungers 
receiv'd with false intent. She took 
her brother Giselher and took him by 
the hand. That seeing drew Sir Hagan 
more tight his helmet's band. 

XXI

 "Sure after such a welcome," thus 
Hagan sternly spake, "Methinks for men 
of action 'twere fitting, thought to 
take. Greeting kings and subjects in 
such a different guise!-- I fear our 
journey hither will hardly pass for 
wise." 

XXII

 "To those who fain would see you," 
said Kriemhild, "welcome be; Look not 
for friendly greeting for your own sake 
from me. But tell me what you've 
brought me from Worms beyond the Rhine, 
That you so warm a welcome should find 
from me or mine." 

XXIII

 "Why these words, my lady?" said 
Hagan, "what's their drift? That all 
these knights from Rhineland should 
bring you each a gift? I knew you were 
so wealthy, and liv'd so royally, I 
need not bring you presents as far as 
Hungary. 

XXIV

 "Then with this one plain question 
your memory I must goad. The 
Nibelungers' treasure--where have you 
that bestow'd? That was my own 
possession as well you understand. 
'Twas that you should have brought me 
hither to Etzel's land." 

XXV

 "I' faith, my lady Kriemhild, 'tis now 
full many a day Since in my power the 
treasure of the Nibelungers lay. In the 
Rhine my lords bade sink it; I did 
their bidding fain, And in the Rhine, I 
warrant, till doomsday 'twill remain." 

XXVI

 Then thus the queen made answer, "That 
was just what I thought. Little of it, 
ay, little have you hither brought, 
Though 'twas my own, unquestion'd to 
keep or give away. I've had for it much 
sorrow and many a dreary day." 

XXVII

 "The devil a hoard I bring you," said 
Hagan, the stern knight; "I've quite 
enough to carry in my mailcoat bright 
And in my trusty buckler; my hand must 
wield the sword, My head support the 
helmet;--how could I bring your hoard?" 

XXVIII

 "Think not I stir this matter because 
for gold I care; To give have I such 
plenty, your gifts I well can spare. 
One murder and two robberies! I have 
been beggar'd thrice For these to the 
last farthing poor I demand the price." 

XXIX

 Then the Queen of Hungary bespake the 
warriors all; "No weapons may be 
carried, ye knights, into the hall. 
I'll have them kept in safety, so give 
them up to me." "In truth," replied Sir 
Hagan, "that shall never be. 

XXX

 "I long not for the honor that a queen 
so great and fair My shield and other 
armor should to my quarters bear. Not 
so my father taught me; ever of old 
said he, Let none but thou, son Hagan, 
thy armor-bearer be." 

XXXI

 "Oh! woe is me unhappy," burst Dame 
Kriemhild out, "My brethren here and 
Hagan, why should they shrink and 
doubt? Not trust me with their 
bucklers?--they have been warn'd, I 
see; If I but knew who did it, death 
should be his fee." 

XXXII

 Thereto, inflam'd with anger, return'd 
Sir Dietrich brave, "'Twas I that the 
warning to the noble princes gave, And 
to their liegeman Hagan, to whom such 
hate thou bear'st. Now up, she-fiend! 
be doing, and harm me if thou dar'st!" 

XXXIII

 Deep blush'd the wife of Etzel for 
anger and for shame; Much she fear'd 
Sir Dietrich, that vengeance-breathing 
dame; Nor word she spake, but, turning, 
with many a sharp, quick glance Ever as 
thence she parted glared on her foes 
askance. 

XXXIV

 Then two clasp'd hands as frankly as 
brother does with brother; The one was 
good Sir Dietrich, Sir Hagan was the 
other. Then spoke the lofty Berner with 
courteous words and true; "In sooth 
your coming hither right bitterly I 
rue, 

XXXV

 "Through that which with such malice 
the vengeful queen let fall." Straight 
answered he of Trony, "'Faith, there's 
a cure for all." Such words unto his 
fellow spoke either mighty man. King 
Etzel had observ'd them, and thus to 
ask began. 

XXXVI

 "Fain would I learn," said Etzel, "if 
any here can tell, Who is that champion 
yonder, whom Dietrich greets so well. 
He is a man of mettle as I can guess by 
sight; Whoever is his father, sure he's 
a peerless knight." 

XXXVII

 Then spake a man of Kriemhild's, "I'll 
tell you all I can. That knight was 
born at Trony, his sire was Aldrian. 
Though now he plays the courtier, he is 
a champion stern. That I've not lied 
unto you, Sir King, you soon may 
learn." 

XXXVIII

 "That he's so stern a champion, how 
can I ever see?" Of all the craft and 
cunning nothing yet knew he, Wherewith 
about her kinsmen the queen her toils 
had wound, That not a soul among them 
came back from Hunnish ground. 

XXXIX

 "Well knew I once good Aldrian; my man 
was he of yore. With me much praise and 
honor obtain'd he heretofore; 'Twas I, 
a knight who dubb'd him, and gave him 
of my gold. I could not but befriend 
him for true was he and bold. 

XL

 "So all that touches Hagan, I've known 
for many a year. Of old two noble 
children my hostages were here, He and 
the Spaniard Walter; here each grew up 
to man. At last I sent home Hagan; 
Walter off with Hildgund ran." 

XLI

 So thought the king with pleasure on 
what had happ'd of yore. His former 
friend of Trony he gladly saw once 
more, Who with high deeds of knighthood 
in youth had serv'd his ends, But in 
age spread wide destruction among his 
dearest friends. 



TWENTY-NINTH ADVENTURE

HOW HAGAN REFUSED TO RISE TO KRIEMHILD 

I

 Then parted the bold couple, both 
hardy knights and stern, Hagan the 
chief of Trony, and Dietrich lord of 
Bern. Then, looking o'er his shoulder, 
King Gunther's liegeman eyed The crowd 
to find a comrade, whom in a trice he 
spied. 

II

 Folker, the skilful minstrel, he saw 
by Giselher stand, And pray'd him to 
come with him apart from all the band, 
For well he knew his fierceness and 
danger-daring mood. He was a knight in 
all things of dauntless hardihood. 

III

 They left the lords assembled where in 
the court they stood; Alone retir'd 
this couple of hardy knights and good, 
And cross'd the court far distant, and 
reach'd a palace fair. Of hostile spite 
or outrage naught reck'd the peerless 
pair. 

IV

 Before the house down sat they upon a 
bench hard by, Facing a hall of 
Kriemhild's; a fairer ne'er met eye. 
Bright from their stately persons their 
glittering armor shone. Each knight 
would fain have known them of all who 
there look'd on. 

V

 As on wild beasts, grim rangers of 
wood or dreary wold, The whispering 
Huns at distance gaz'd on the champions 
bold. Queen Kriemhild from a window 
espied them thus apart, And a frown 
o'ercast her beauty, and passion shook 
her heart. 

VI

 She thought on all her sorrows, and 
straight began to weep. There many a 
man of Etzel's stood lost in wonder 
deep. All ask'd, what so disturb'd her, 
and chang'd her cheer anew. "Hagan," 
she answer'd, "Hagan, ye warriors bold 
and true!" 

VII

 Thus they bespake their lady, "How can 
this have been? But now we saw you 
merry and blithe of mood, fair queen. 
How bold soe'er the warrior who has 
wrong'd King Etzel's wife, Give but the 
word of vengeance and cost shall it his 
life." 

VIII

 "Thanks, warriors, thanks for ever! on 
him who wreaks my woe, All that he can 
ask for straight will I bestow. At your 
feet I throw me," sobbing thus she 
spake, "Revenge me on this Hagan, and 
slay him for my sake." 

IX

 Straight ready made for mischief sixty 
men of might; Instant would they have 
hasten'd in fair Kriemhild's right To 
take the life of Hagan, that redoubted 
one, And of the fearless gleeman; with 
forethought all was done. 

X

 But when the queen survey'd them, and 
found the band so few, Thus she, amidst 
her fury, bespake her friends anew. "Be 
still awhile, ye warriors! your martial 
mood restrain; Ne'er can a troop so 
scanty stern Hagan's might sustain. 

XI

 "Strong is the Knight of Trony, and 
oft in battle tried, But stronger yet 
the warrior who sits him there beside, 
Folker, the valiant gleeman; he is a 
dangerous man. Attack them not so 
rashly; first muster all you can." 

XII

 They hearken'd to her warning; then 
many more came on, Till round her 
knights four hundred in burnish'd armor 
shone. The furious queen was longing 
her rage on both to sate; Thence came 
the chiefs soon after to stand in 
deadly strait. 

XIII

 When so she saw her meiny each in his 
harness stand, Thus she sternly smiling 
bespake th' impatient band. "Wait yet, 
my friends, a moment, ere with yon pair 
you close; My crown upon my temples 
will I confront my foes. 

XIV

 "First hear, and from the doer, whose 
hand my heart has torn, The wrongs, 
that I from Hagan, my brother's man, 
have borne, I know him for so haughty, 
that out he'll speak them all; And I 
too care as little what thence on him 
may fall." 

XV

 When that redoubted minstrel, who kept 
good watch, I ween, Descending swift a 
staircase beheld the noble queen, And 
thence beyond the threshold--when he 
this espied In a trice bespake he his 
comrade by his side. 

XVI

 "Look there! look there! friend Hagan! 
how hither there she hies, Who to this 
land has drawn us with friendly seeming 
lies! Queen yet saw I never begirt with 
such a band, Each marching as to battle 
with naked sword in hand. 

XVII

 "Know you that here, friend Hagan, 
you're hated bitterly? So keep you all 
the better from force or treachery; 
Look to your life and honor; this is 
what I advise; They're coming on in 
anger if rightly I surmise. 

XVIII

 "And many there are among them so 
broad across the chest-- If we are to 
defend us, 'tis time to do our best. 
Each about his body a shining mailcoat 
wears, But whom therewith they 
threaten, not a tongue declares." 

XIX

 Thereto in wrath Sir Hagan gave answer 
stern and proud, "Well know I wherefore 
musters yon armor-bearing crowd; 
'Gainst me they gird the hauberk and 
wave the sword on high, Yet back again 
to Rhineland in spite of them will I. 

XX

 "Tell me now, friend Folker, will you 
stand me by, If these men of 
Kriemhild's would my mettle try? Show 
me, if you love me, faithful friend and 
true! And when you need my service I'll 
do as much for you." 

XXI

 "To death will I stand by you," the 
minstrel answer made, "Though came the 
king against us with all his knights to 
aid. As long as life is in me, to fight 
I will not slack, Nor from your side 
for terror one foot will I give back." 

XXII

 "Now God in heaven requite you, good 
friend in danger tried! Let them come 
on, and welcome; what can I need 
beside! If Folker is my second, as I 
rejoice to hear. Yon knights, methinks, 
will ponder before they venture near." 

XXIII

 "To rise would now become us," the 
gleeman straight replied, "She is a 
king's companion, and nobly born 
beside. As a queen and a lady, such 
honor is her due. By fitly doing honor 
we both shall gain it too." 

XXIV

 "Nay, as you love me, Folker," said 
Hagan, "do not so. Were we to rise an 
instant in face of yonder foe, They'd 
fancy we were flinching, and that 
through fear 'twere done. Here will I 
sit before them, and rise will I for 
none. 

XXV

 "Sure it becomes us better here as we 
are to wait. How can I ever honor who 
bears me deadly hate? That will I do 
never as long as I have life. I care 
not, I, a tittle for the wrath of 
Etzel's wife." 

XXVI

 Across his legs his broadsword 
o'erweening Hagan laid, A keen 
well-temper'd weapon; on the pummel 
fair display'd A beaming precious 
jasper, greener than grass, it bore. At 
a glance did Kriemhild know it for that 
which Siegfried wore. 

XXVII

 At the sight she started; nigh her 
senses fled; Golden was the handle, the 
scabbard trimm'd with red; It brought 
back all her sorrow; her tears began to 
flow. For that, I ween, had Hagan laid 
out the weapon so. 

XXVIII

 On the bench beside him Folker the 
swift and strong A fiddlestick grasp'd 
closer, massy and broad and long, As 
sharp as any razor, much like a 
battle-blade. There sat the lofty 
couple unmov'd and undismay'd. 

XXIX

 So proud they felt together that pair 
of champions bold, That rise would they 
never for one of mortal mould. Straight 
up to them went Kriemhild, scarce 
deigning to bestow The stern 
contemptuous greeting that foe accords 
to foe. 

XXX

 Said she, "Now say, Sir Hagan, who has 
sent for you, That you have dar'd 
hither to come with yonder crew? And 
yet you must remember all you have done 
to me. Had you been in your senses, 
you'd sure have let it be." 

XXXI

 "'Tis true," straight answer'd Hagan, 
"no one sent for me. To this land were 
invited royal brethren three; My lords 
are those three brethren, and their man 
am I, And courts they seldom visit but 
Hagan must be by." 

XXXII

 Said she, "Now tell me further, why 
did you that ill deed, That my undying 
hatred has won you, fitting meed? 'Twas 
you that did Sir Siegfried, my noble 
husband, slay, For whom must I for ever 
weep to my dying day." 

XXXIII

 Said he, "Why question further? That 
were a waste of breath. In a word, I am 
e'en Hagan, who Siegfried did to death. 
How dearly paid the warrior, the best 
good knights among, For all fair 
Brunhild suffer'd from Lady Kriemhild's 
tongue! 

XXXIV

 "What I have done, proud princess, I 
never will deny. The cause of all the 
mischief, the wrong, the loss, am I. So 
now, or man, or woman, revenge it who 
so will; I scorn to speak a falsehood, 
I've done you grievous ill." 

XXXV

 Said she, "You hear it, warriors, how 
he confesses all, All the wrong he did 
me; what thence may him befall, To me 
it nothing matters, ye knights, King 
Etzel's best!" The haughty Huns stood 
doubting, and each look'd on the rest. 

XXXVI

 Whate'er had then befallen, had once 
the strife begun, Sure had those two 
companions the palm of knighthood won; 
Well had they prov'd their valor in 
many a field before. The Huns their 
high adventure perforce through fear 
gave o'er. 

XXXVII

 Thus spake one of the warriors, "Why 
look ye so on me? From this foolish 
promise at once I'll set me free. No 
gifts shall ever move me to lose my 
precious life. The queen misleads us 
merely; trust not King Etzel's wife." 

XXXVIII

 "Ay, friend!" rejoin'd another, "I'm 
in the self-same case; Yonder 
large-lim'b minstrel never would I 
face, No, not if one would give me 
whole towers of good red gold. Mark his 
sharp, quick glances; he's wary as he's 
bold. 

XXXIX

 "Well know I, too, Sir Hagan, e'en 
from his youthful days, And so can well 
give credence when others speak his 
praise. In two and twenty battles I've 
seen him sway the strife; That arm of 
his, believe me, has widow'd many a 
wife. 

XL

 "He and the valiant Spaniard many an 
adventure sought While here they dwelt 
with Etzel, and many a battle fought To 
the king's boot and glory; full oft 
they prov'd their might; All tongues 
must so much honor yield Hagan as his 
right. 

XLI

 "Yet then the hardy warrior in years 
was but a child; Now are they grave and 
grizzled who then were raw and wild. 
Now is he proved in counsel, a champion 
stern and strong, And eke wears trusty 
Balmung, which erst he gain'd by 
wrong." 

XLII

 Thus 'twas at once decided, and struck 
was not a blow. Sore irk'd it angry 
Kriemhild; her heart was wrung with 
woe. Thence back the knights departed, 
each fearing to be sped By that 
redoubted couple; good cause had they 
for dread. 

XLIII

 Then spoke the valiant gleeman, "We 
now have seen too clear, As we were 
told by Dietrich, that foes beset us 
here. Best to court hence hurry, and 
with the kings unite; Then none against 
our masters will dare provoke the 
fight." 

XLIV

 How oft does the faint waverer let 
slip the lucky hour, While friend by 
friend firm standing confronts the 
deadliest store. Be they but bold and 
ready! no charm 'gainst sword and dart 
Like that which smith ne'er temper'd, 
wise head and fearless heart. 

XLV

 "Lead on then," answer'd Hagan, "I'll 
follow close behind." They went, where 
yet the warriors they were in time to 
find In the court still waiting, girt 
by a glittering crowd. Thereat the 
dauntless Folker cried to his lords 
aloud, 

XLVI

 "Noble Burgundian princes! how long 
here will you stay In all this crowd 
and pressure? better to court away, And 
learn the mind of Etzel from his own 
proper tongue." Then each chose his 
companion the well-prov'd knights 
among. 

XLVII

 The Prince of Bern, Sir Dietrich, took 
friendly by the hand Gunther the 
puissant ruler of Burgundy's fair land, 
Irnfried went pair'd with Gernot the 
knight devoid of fear, And to court 
strode Rudeger with youthful Giselher. 

XLVIII

 Howe'er the rest were coupled, as 
mov'd to court the train, Folker and 
Hagan they parted ne'er again, Save in 
one mortal struggle, e'en to their 
dying hour. That strife high dames 
lamented each in her widow'd bower. 

XLIX

 So on to court mov'd slowly the kings 
in royal state, Their train a thousand 
nobles proud on such lords to wait; 
With them were sixty champions, the 
flower of all contest, Whom in his land 
Sir Hagan had chosen for the best. 

L

 Hawart and Iring, of knighthood each 
the pride, With the royal brethren 
mov'd softly side by side; Dankwart and 
Wolfhart, a valiant hardy knight, 
Display'd their courteous bearing in 
each beholder's sight. 

LI

 Soon as the Lord of Rhineland had come 
within the door, The mighty monarch 
Etzel could keep his seat no more. At 
the first glimpse of Gunther up you 
might see him spring, And welcome him 
as warmly as king did ever king. 

LII

 "Sir Gunther, welcome hither! welcome 
Sir Gernot too, And your fair brother 
Giselher; my faithful service true I 
sent you, as befitted, to Worms beyond 
the Rhine. Your friends, too, all are 
welcome alike to me and mine. 

LIII

 "And you, bold pair, trice welcome, 
whom I together view, Danger-defying 
Folker, and peerless Hagan too, To me 
and to my lady; she'll see you nothing 
loath. She many a friendly message to 
Rhine has sent for both." 

LIV

 Then said the Knight of Trony, "Such 
oft have reach'd my ear And, had I not 
come hither to serve my lieges dear, I 
fain, to do you honor, had ridd'n into 
this land." His guests then noble Etzel 
took friendly by the hand. 

LV

 Straight to the seat he led them where 
he had just been sitting; Then to the 
guests were handed with grave and zeal 
befitting Mead, morat, wine, 
successive, in golden goblets bright, 
And each the noble strangers welcom'd 
as best he might. 

LVI

 Then thus resum'd King Etzel, "I will 
confess to all, That in this world 
could nothing so to my wish befall As 
your arrival hither; besides, this 
happy day Has to my queen giv'n 
comfort, and charm'd her griefs away. 

LVII

 "Before, I own, I wonder'd what wrong 
I could have wrought, That, while in 
crowds my table guests of high lineage 
sought, You ne'er had ridden hither, as 
though from some annoy, But now that 
here I see you my wonder's lost in 
joy." 

LVIII

 The lofty-minded Rudeger thereto this 
answer gave, "Well may you joy to see 
them; they're good and true as brave. 
The kinsmen of my lady all honor's lore 
are taught; They many a stately warrior 
have to your dwelling brought." 

LIX

 'Twas an eve of fair midsummer when 
the lords of Rhineland came To the 
court of mighty Etzel, and seldom 
chiefs of fame Met so warm a welcome as 
was on these bestow'd. 'Twas now the 
hour of revel: the king with them to 
table strode. 

LX

 Host with guest together ne'er merrier 
took his seat. They gave them in 
abundance alike of drink and meat. 
Whate'er they wish'd or fancied was 
brought in plenteous store. Great 
wonders of the warriors had oft been 
told before. 

LXI

 Etzel, the mighty monarch, had on th' 
Hungarian soil Uprais'd a spacious 
fabric with mickle cost and toil, 
Palaces and turrets within a fortress 
wide, And chambers without number, and 
a splendid hall beside. 

LXII

 Long, high and wide had Etzel uprear'd 
this gorgeous frame, For that to him 
such numbers of trooping champions 
came; Beside his other courtiers, 
twelve kings that sceptres bore; And 
crowds of worthy warriors had he at all 
times more 

LXIII

 Than king had e'er assembled, as I for 
truth have found. He lived in mirth and 
honor with his kin and men around. The 
shouting and the pressing of knights 
from far and wide Had the good prince 
ever about him; he thus the world 
defied. 



THIRTIETH ADVENTURE

HOW THE KNIGHTS KEPT WATCH 

I

 The day it now was ended, the night 
was near at hand; Deep care was now 
besetting the travel-tainted band, When 
they should take their slumber; for 
rest they sorely yearn'd. That question 
put Sir Hagan, and answer soon 
return'd. 

II

 To th' host thus spake King Gunther, 
"God grant, you long may live! Fain 
would we now repose us; such leave, I 
pray you, give. If so you wish, 
to-morrow we'll come at break of day." 
The host dismiss'd them gladly, and all 
went each his way. 

III

 Sore throng'd were then the strangers, 
such crowds to see them ran; Thereat 
the valiant Folker thus to the Huns 
began. "How dare you crowd and press 
us, ill-train'd, unnurtur'd crew? Give 
place, or you'll discover 'twill be the 
worse for you. 

IV

 "My fiddlestick's no feather; on whom 
I let it fall, If he has friends that 
love him, 'twill set them weeping all. 
Make way then for us warriors, for so 
it seems me right. We're equals all in 
knighthood, not so in mood and might." 

V

 While thus in wrath the minstrel 
reprov'd the jostling crowd, Hagan, who 
had gone forward, look'd back and cried 
aloud, "List to the valiant gleeman; he 
gives you good advice; To your 
quarters, knights of Kriemhild! Let us 
not warn you twice. 

VI

 "Your malice lacks performance; e'en 
now, methinks, you doubt; So, if you 
would aught with us, by daylight seek 
us out, And, for this night, to slumber 
leave us wayfarers free. Never, I ween, 
did warriors so long for it as we." 

VII

 Then led were the bold strangers 
thence to a spacious hall. For rest as 
for convenience they found it furnish'd 
all With beds, long, broad and 
sumptuous, arrang'd throughout the 
room, Dame Kriemhild still was plotting 
their bale and deadly doom. 

VIII

 Many a fine quilt from Arras you might 
see glittering there Of stuff most rich 
and precious, and many a tester fair Of 
silk from far Arabia the best that 
could be found, And thereupon were 
borders that bright shone wide around. 

IX

 And coverlets in order were laid of 
ermine white, And others of dark sable, 
whereunder every knight Should pass the 
hours in slumber e'en to the dawning 
day. A king with his attendants ne'er 
in such splendor lay. 

X

 "Alas for these night quarters!" the 
youthful Giselher cried! "Alas for our 
good comrades who 'midst the Huns 
abide! However kind the message that 
from my sister sped, I fear, through 
her devices we all shall soon lie 
dead." 

XI

 "Now think not of such danger," the 
dauntless Hagan spake, "Myself this 
night about you the sentry's charge 
will take. I'll keep you safe, believe 
me, e'en to the dawn of day. For so 
long fear for nothing; then turn his 
doom who may." 

XII

 They bow'd to the good champion, and 
thank'd him, as was due, Then to the 
beds betook them, nor many moments flew 
Ere stretch'd upon his pallet was every 
mighty man. Hagan the wakeful sentry to 
don his arms began. 

XIII

 Thereat the good Knight Folker, the 
valiant minstrel, spake, "If you'll not 
scorn it, Hagan, I'd fain your watch 
partake This night, till early morning 
bring us both relief." Right cordially 
Sir Hagan thus thank'd the friendly 
chief: 

XIV

 "Now God in heaven reward you, Folker, 
dear friend and true. For ne'er another 
comrade I long, but only you, What 
strait soe'er beset me; I'm yours to my 
last breath, And well will I requite 
you, if hinder'd not by death." 

XV

 With that his glittering hauberk each 
girt his waist about, Each grasp'd in 
hand his buckler, and straight, with 
courage stout From the house forth 
issuing, took post outside the door, 
And there with faith and manhood still 
watch'd their comrades o'er. 

XVI

 The swift-footed minstrel scarce had 
he left the hall, Ere he his good 
buckler set down against the wall, And 
back hurried thither; his viol he took 
in hand, And with it as became him 
charm'd the way-wearied band. 

XVII

 Upon the stone he sat him beneath the 
palace door; Minstrel more undaunted 
viol ne'er struck before; He struck the 
strings so sweetly ever as he play'd, 
That the meed of thanks to Folker each 
haughty stranger paid. 

XVIII

 The house it all re-echoed, he struck 
so loud and shrill; The minstrel's 
strength was matchless, nor less the 
minstrel's skill. Sweeter anon and 
softer when he to play began, On the 
beds he steep'd in slumber many a 
care-harrow'd man. 

XIX

 When they in sleep were buried, and 
this by proof he knew, Once more in 
hand his buckler grasp'd the champion 
true, And, from the room forth 
stalking, before the tower he stepp'd, 
And so the slumbering strangers from 
the men of Kriemhild kept. 

XX

 'Twas of the night the middle, or 
something earlier yet, When the bright 
gleam of helmets the glance of Folker 
met At distance through the darkness; 
'twas Kriemhild's street-clad train, To 
do the guests a mischief all hastening 
on amain. 

XXI

 Ere thither had Queen Kriemhild these 
warriors darkling sent, She said, "For 
heaven's sake listen to this my fix'd 
intent. Harm none of yonder sleepers, 
but one whom I detest, The faithless 
murderer Hagan; slay him and spare the 
rest." 

XXII

 Then spake the fearless gleeman, 
"Friend Hagan, we must bear (As fits 
us) like true comrades the wakeful 
warder's care. Before the house discern 
I a band of men in mail, Who, as I 
think, will instant our wary watch 
assail." 

XXIII

 "Hush, hush," quick answer'd Hagan, 
"let them yet nearer steal; Before they 
can espy us, they shall our weapons 
feel. Our hands thus many a headpiece 
shall sudden split in twain, And send 
them hence with sorrow to Kriemhild 
back again." 

XXIV

 One of the Hunnish champions in a 
trice espied That the door was guarded; 
how at once he cried, "This plan of 
ours, my comrades, we must straight 
give o'er; I see the minstrel standing 
on guard the hall before. 

XXV

 "Look how his helmet glitters! 'tis 
not more bright than stout, To dint of 
steel impassive, and temper'd well 
throughout; His mail like fire is 
glowing; by him stands Hagan too; The 
guests may sleep in safety with guards 
so stout and true." 

XXVI

 Back at once they hasted; when Folker 
this espied, To his valiant partner in 
sudden wrath he cried, "Now let me 
hence, friend Hagan, after yonder crew. 
Fain would I to the skulkers a question 
put or two." 

XXVII

 "No! for my sake," said Hagan, 
"'twould to our loss redound; If but 
this post you quitted, they all would 
flock you round, And bring you to such 
peril if once they hemm'd you in, That 
I should fly to help you; then ill 
would fare my kin; 

XXVIII

 "For while we two were fighting, and 
both in dubious case, Three or four of 
yonder cowards might in a moment's 
space Rush into the chamber, and on the 
sleepers set, And do them all such 
mischief as we could ne'er forget." 

XXIX

 "Yet this at least allow me," the 
minstrel-knight replied, "Let's show 
the men of Kriemhild, we have their 
steps espied, That this to-morrow 
morning may be denied by none, That 
they a shameful treason would willingly 
have done." 

XXX

 With that behind them Folker sent 
forth a lusty shout, "How now, ye men 
of Kriemhild? Why walk ye, arm'd, 
about? For murder or for robbery is it 
that ye ride? My friend and I would 
help you, come take us on your side." 

XXXI

 Not a tongue gave answer; wroth was 
the good knight; "Fie! Ye bloody 
dastards!" he cried with all his might. 
"So you would us have murder'd, 
sleeping, every one! On such good 
knights has rarely so foul a deed been 
done." 

XXXII

 Full soon unto Queen Kriemhild the 
sorry tidings came, That her men had 
compass'd nothing; it set her heart on 
flame. Another course she ventur'd, 
festering with fell despite, That 
brought death and destruction on many a 
hapless knight. 



THIRTY-FIRST ADVENTURE

HOW THE KNIGHTS WENT TO CHURCH 

I

 "So cold I feel my hauberk," the 
minstrel said at last, "The night, I 
ween, friend Hagan, must needs be 
waning fast. The nipping air assures me 
that close at hand is day." Then wak'd 
they of their comrades who yet in 
slumber lay. 

II

 Then broke the gleam of morning on 
those within the hall. Straight began 
Sir Hagan to rouse the warriors all, If 
they would to the minster the early 
mass to hear. Meanwhile in Christian 
fashion the bells were ringing clear. 

III

 The chants were so discordant, thereby 
you well might see, That Christian men 
and heathen together ill agree. The 
valiant men of Gunther would thence to 
church away. From their beds they 
started; little linger'd they. 

IV

 With that at once they laced them all 
in such gorgeous vests, That into no 
king's country had ever knightly guests 
Brought weed more fair and costly; ill 
did it Hagan please; "Here," said he, 
"are fitting for other clothes than 
these. 

V

 "My friends, what toils beset us, you 
all well understand; So for the rose, 
ye warriors, take the good sword in 
hand, And for the cap of jewels the 
morion beaming bright. Remember what 
fell Kriemhild devis'd but yesternight. 

VI

 "To-day must we do battle, so I bid 
you well beware; For the soft silken 
tunic the clashing hauberk wear, And 
for the sumptuous mantle the buckler 
stout and wide, That, when they rage 
against ye, the brunt you well may 
bide. 

VII

 "Give ear, my dearest masters, my kin 
and comrades too, Go to the church, and 
welcome, it fits you so to do, And wail 
to God in heaven your need, while you 
have breath, And know ye this for 
certain, that at our heels is death. 

VIII

 "Forget not then, moreover, if aught 
ye ill have done, And fervently for 
pardon pray, every mother's son; For 
this I warn you, warriors, nor hold 
these words for vain, Ne'er, but God 
show you mercy, mass will ye hear 
again." 

IX

 Then went they to the minster, the 
princes and their band. Just at the 
holy churchyard bold Hagan bade them 
stand, And keep all well together, and 
thus bespake the crew. "Who knows, to 
us Burgundians what yonder Huns may do? 

X

 "Take heed, my friends, your bucklers 
bring down before your feet, And, if a 
soul our party in hostile guise should 
greet, Requite him with a death-stroke; 
so seems to Hagan right, So doing, will 
each among us be found as fits a 
knight." 

XI

 Folker then and Hagan both together 
went And stood before the minster; 
'twas done with this intent, That they 
might see if Kriemhild would stir the 
slumbering feud Passing contemptuous by 
them; right stern were both of mood. 

XII

 And now came on King Etzel and eke his 
lady fair, Both, as their state 
befitted, in garments rich and rare, 
With crowds of knights all ready to do 
their high commands. Uprose the dust to 
heaven from Kriemhild's trampling 
bands; 

XIII

 When the king, advancing, so arm'd to 
point espied The kings and their bold 
vassals, how quick to them he cried, 
"What's this? my friends in armor 
marching thus along? In sooth, 'twould 
sore afflict me if they have suffer'd 
wrong. 

XIV

 "Amends I'll make, and gladly, as 
shall to them seem right; If any have 
put on them affront or foul despite, 
I'll show them, that such outrage I 
also inly rue, And all that they demand 
me, I ready am to do." 

XV

 Then Hagan thus made answer, "Naught 
has to us been done; But my lords have 
a custom, till three whole days be run, 
When royal feasts they visit, their 
warlike arms to wear; All wrong that 
may be done us, to Etzel we'll 
declare." 

XVI

 Right well heard Lady Kriemhild what 
Trony's knight replied. How bitterly 
the warrior under her lids she eyed! 
Yet, though the truth well knowing as a 
Burgundian dame, She would not to her 
husband her country's use proclaim. 

XVII

 How deep soe'er and deadly the hate 
she bore her kin Still, had the truth 
by any disclos'd to Etzel been, He had 
at once prevented what afterward 
befell. Through proud contemptuous 
courage they scorn'd their wrongs to 
tell. 

XVIII

 Then on went haughty Kriemhild girt 
with a mighty crowd, Yet swerve would 
not before her that pair of champions 
proud So much as e'en two 
hands'-breadth; that gall'd th' 
Hungarians sore. Perforce they press'd 
and jostled with the warriors through 
the door. 

XIX

 The chamberlains of Etzel therewith 
were ill content; They had straight the 
haughty strangers defied as in they 
went; But that they fear'd to do so 
their monarch's eyes before; Pressing 
enough and jostling there was, but 
nothing more. 

XX

 When serv'd was God as fitted, and 
thence would every one, Straight into 
the saddle leapt many a warlike Hun; 
The while around fair Kriemhild many a 
bright maid was seen, And full seven 
thousand champions begirt the stately 
queen. 

XXI

 Queen Kriemhild and her ladies now at 
the windows sat With the wide-ruling 
Etzel; well pleas'd was he with that. 
They would survey the tourney where 
knights their prowess show'd Ah! what 
stranger warriors in the court before 
them rode! 

XXII

 Thither too the marshal was with the 
yeomen come; The redoubted Dankwart had 
muster'd, all and some, The followers 
of his master, the flower of Rhenish 
ground. For the bold Nibelungers 
well-saddled steeds were found. 

XXIII

 Thither the kings came riding and with 
them many a man, When the good minstrel 
Folker to counsel this began, That they 
should joust together each in his 
country's mode. Thereafter in the 
tourney the chiefs full knightly rode. 

XXIV

 What so the warrior counsell'd gave 
all who heard content. A mighty press 
and clatter uprose incontinent. Into 
the court's broad circuit prick'd many 
a mighty man. King Etzel and Queen 
Kriemhild now to look on began. 

XXV

 There came into the tourney six 
hundred warriors fleet, Retainers of 
Sir Dietrich, the stranger knights to 
meet. With the bold Burgundians they 
long'd a course to run. Had Dietrich 
but permitted fain would they so have 
done. 

XXVI

 Ah! what good knights among them 
rein'd the proud battle-steed! To their 
good lord Sir Dietrich the news was 
brought with speed With Gunther's 
knights forbade he his knights a lance 
to cross, Naught from such game 
forboding but grief and deadly loss. 

XXVII

 When now from out the tilt-yard the 
men of Bern were gone, Sir Rudeger's 
retainers before the hall came on, Five 
hundred from Bechlaren with shields and 
armor gay. Well had it pleas'd the 
margrave had they been far away. 

XXVIII

 Then he rode in his wisdom up to the 
muster'd band, And earnestly bespake 
them, and gave to understand, That 
Gunther's men were sullen and all on 
mischief bent; If they would quit the 
tourney, 'twould give him much content. 

XXIX

 When thence were now departed the 
margrave's warriors bold, Then came the 
men of Thueringen, as has to us been 
told, And from the realm of Denmark a 
thousand proud and high. Then from the 
crashing lances were seen the shivers 
fly. 

XXX

 Irnfried then and Hawart into the 
tourney rode. Proudly the bold 
Burgundians their sturdy brunt abode. 
The noble knights of Thueringen they 
met in many a joust, And many a 
glittering buckler pierc'd through with 
many a thrust. 

XXXI

 Sir Bloedel with three thousand rode 
forward frank and free; By Etzel and by 
Kriemhild full well observ'd was he; 
Before them both, his tilting perform'd 
each gallant knight; Through hate to 
the Burgundians it gave the queen 
delight. 

XXXII

 She ponder'd thus in secret (as nigh 
to pass it came), "Should they by 
chance hurt any, at once this gentle 
game Would turn to bloody earnest; then 
I on these my foes Should be reveng'd 
for ever, and quit of all my woes." 

XXXIII

 Schrutan and stout Gibek into the 
tourney rode, And Ramung and swift 
Hornbog after the Hunnish mode. Against 
the bold Burgundians they knightly bore 
them all; High flew the whizzing 
splinters o'er the king's mighty hall. 

XXXIV

 And yet all their performance was but 
an empty sound. Hall might you hear and 
palace with clashing shields resound, 
Where rode the men of Gunther: by them 
proud deeds were done. His train of 
that fair tourney the highest honors 
won. 

XXXV

 So great was then the pastime when 
front to front they met, That through 
the reeking foot-cloths forth burst the 
frothy sweat From the high-mettled 
coursers which the good knights 
bestrode, As 'gainst the lords of 
Hungary in haughty wise they rode. 

XXXVI

 Then spake the noble minstrel Folker 
with scornful glance, "These knights, 
methinks, will never confront us lance 
to lance. I hear it loudly rumor'd they 
bear us mortal spite; Surely can they 
never find better time to fight. 

XXXVII

 "So let us to our quarters," the 
fearless warrior cried, "Send hence our 
weary horses; back we can hither ride, 
If there be time, toward evening; 
'twere fitter then than now; What if to 
us Burgundians the queen should praise 
allow?" 

XXXVIII

 Just then there rode so proudly into 
the lists a Hun, That so no knight 
among them the general gaze had won. 
Perchance e'en then in secret for some 
fair maid he sigh'd. He wore as rich 
apparel as any noble bride. 

XXXIX

 At once outspake Sir Folker, "I needs 
must spoil his cheer; Yonder ladies' 
darling must feel a push of spear. No 
one shall prevent it--let him guard his 
life. I reck not, though it kindle the 
wrath of Etzel's wife." 

XL

 "No! as you love me, Folker," straight 
the king 'gan say, "The people all will 
blame us if we commence the fray. Let 
the Huns begin it: 'twere better so, I 
ween." Still was King Etzel sitting 
beside his moody queen. 

XLI

 "I'll join you in the tourney," fierce 
Hagan sternly cried; "Let's show both 
knights and ladies how we Burgundians 
ride. 'Twere well, by proof they knew 
it; they'd rate us higher then. Now 
they deny all credit to good King 
Gunther's men." 

XLII

 Back into the tourney swift Folker 
hotly spurr'd; Thereby was many a lady 
to grievous sorrow stirr'd. Right 
through that proud Hun's body he drove 
the griding spear. That stroke both 
dames and damsels cost many a bitter 
tear. 

XLIII

 That saw at once Sir Hagan, nor 
dallying there abode; With sixty of his 
champions, all thundering as they rode, 
'Gainst th' Huns he hotly hurtled fast 
by the gleeman's side. King Etzel and 
Queen Kriemhild the tourney closely 
eyed. 

XLIV

 Nor would the three kings basely in 
dastard sloth repose, And leave the 
minstrel aidless among unnumber'd foes, 
With them came to the rescue a thousand 
warriors good; Haughty and overweening 
they did whate'er they would. 

XLV

 Soon as by Sir Folker the wealthy Hun 
was slain, You might hear his kinsmen 
cry out and loudly plain. All in a 
breath were asking, "Who has this 
outrage done?" "Folker the bold 
minstrel," gave answer many a one. 

XLVI

 Straight for swords and bucklers were 
calling all the band Akin to the young 
margrave of the Hunnish land; The 
fearless minstrel Folker they thought 
at once to slay. The host down from a 
window took in haste his way. 

XLVII

 From the Huns on all sides a cry arose 
amain. Before the hall alighted the 
kings and all their train. Every bold 
Burgundian sent his steed away; Up in 
haste came Etzel and parted straight 
the fray. 

XLVIII

 He found one of the kinsmen with his 
sword drawn in his hand; From him in an 
instant he snatch'd the naked brand, 
And beat the brawlers backward, chafing 
and raging sore. "In sooth with these 
good warriors my favor all were o'er," 

XLIX

 Said Etzel, "If among us this minstrel 
here ye slew; 'Twas by mere 
misadventure he ran your kinsman 
through. I had my eye upon him just as 
he struck the blow. It was his steed 
that stumbled; 'twas heaven would have 
it so. 

L

 "Then leave my friends in quiet, and 
from the tilt-yard speed." Himself then 
gave them escort; meanwhile each 
battle-steed Was led thence to their 
quarters, for those Burgurdian guests 
Had many a zealous varlet to tend their 
high behests. 

LI

 Then with his friends King Etzel into 
his palace went; He bade all cease from 
anger, and calm'd their fierce intent. 
Ready were set the tables; for all was 
water brought. The lives of the 
Burgundians many a stout foeman sought. 

LII

 However irk'd it Etzel, still many an 
armed knight Press'd close behind the 
princes, e'en in the king's despite, 
Lowering with hateful glances as they 
to table went, Each to revenge his 
kinsman on those proud strangers bent. 

LIII

 "'Tis an ill use," said Etzel, "and 
one I scarce can bear, At the feastful 
table the weeds of war to wear. But 
whosoe'er his vengeance on these my 
guests shall wreak, His head shall pay 
the forfeit; this to you Huns I speak." 

LIV

 'Twas long before was seated every 
lordly guest. Fell care and deep 
disquiet wrung Kriemhild's laboring 
breast. "Prince of Bern," she murmur'd, 
"thy counsel, aid and grace I seek in 
sore affliction; pity my mournful 
case." 

LV

 Then answer'd her Sir Hildebrand, a 
warrior frank and free, "Who'd slay the 
Nibelungers shall have no help from me, 
No, not for countless treasure; th' 
attempt he well may rue; The good 
knights ne'er were conquer'd, with whom 
he'll have to do." 

LVI

 Said she, "Yet surely Hagan has done 
me cruel wrong; He murder'd my beloved, 
the strongest of the strong. Who'd lure 
him from the others, should have my 
gold for meed. 'Twould inly discontent 
me should one but Hagan bleed." 

LVII

 Then answer'd Master Hildebrand, "How 
can that ever be? Slay him among his 
fellows? Why surely you must see, That, 
if we strike at Hagan, to battle 
straight will all, And rich and poor 
together must in one slaughter fall." 

LVIII

 Then in his courteous fashion thereto 
Sir Dietrich spake, "Great queen, this 
talk give over, and better counsel 
take. Me never wrong'd your kinsmen, 
nor is there cause that I Should 
warriors, whom I value, to mortal 
strife defy. 

LIX

 "It does you little honor, the simple 
truth to say, Against your trusting 
kinsmen such deadly plots to lay. 'Twas 
under a safe-conduct they enter'd 
Etzel's land. Revenge for Siegfried 
never expect from Dietrich's hand." 

LX

 When she no spark of treason found in 
the Berner brave, Of a wide march to 
Bloedel the promise straight she gave. 
It once belong'd to Nudung; a gift 
'twas for a queen; Yet a stroke of 
Dankwart's made him forget it quite and 
clean. 

LXI

 "To give me help, Sir Bloedel," said 
she, "the task be thine; Harbor'd 
within this palace are mortal foes of 
mine, The same, who my dear husband Sir 
Siegfried did to die; Who helps me to 
revenge it, to him for ever bound am 
I." 

LXII

 Thus answer'd her Sir Bloedel, "Lady, 
to truth give ear; I dare not wreak 
your vengeance, for Etzel's wrath I 
fear. He's glad to see your kinsmen and 
all their vassals throng, And never 
would forgive me if I should do them 
wrong." 

LXIII

 "Nay, say not so, Sir Bloedel, I'll 
stand thy friend at need; Silver and 
gold in plenty I'll give thee for thy 
meed, Besides a beauteous damsel, whom 
Nudung had to wife. Lapp'd in her soft 
caresses thou'lt lead a loving life. 

LXIV

 "The lands and eke the castles to thee 
I'll freely give; So may'st thou, noble 
warrior, with joy for ever live, If 
thou but win the lordships where Nudung 
once held sway. I'll truly keep the 
promise I've given you here to-day." 

LXV

 No sooner heard Sir Bloedel of such a 
guerdon tell, Beside that for her 
beauty the lady pleas'd him well, Than 
he resolv'd by battle to win the lovely 
bride. He miss'd, alas! the damsel, and 
lost his life besides. 

LXVI

 He thus bespake Queen Kriemhild, "To 
th' hall back haste away; Ere one can 
take precaution, I'll stir a bloody 
fray. Hagan, who sow'd in murder, shall 
reap a harvest meet. I'll bring the man 
of Gunther in fetters to your feet. 

LXVII

 "Now arm ye straight," said Bloedel, 
"my merry men one and all! Hence to the 
strangers' quarters upon our foes to 
fall. So wills our royal lady, King 
Etzel's noble wife. Ye heroes! at her 
bidding each boldly risk his life." 

LXVIII

 When Kriemhild thus found Bloedel to 
work her will intent, And eager to do 
battle, to table straight she went With 
the redoubted Etzel and eke with all 
his train, Against the guests from 
Rhineland fell counsel had she ta'en. 

LXIX

 How they went all to table, I now at 
full must say. First went the king 
attended, crown'd and in rich array; 
Many a proud prince behind them, many a 
good knight was seen, And all display'd 
their courtship before the noble queen. 

LXX

 The good host at the tables found 
place for every guest; He seated close 
beside him the highest and the best. 
The Christian knights and heathen there 
feasted nothing loath. Their food 
indeed was different, but there was 
store for both. 

LXXI

 The yeomen in their quarters the time 
in feasting spent. Servers were by good 
King Etzel to do their bidding sent, 
Who gave them all they ask'd for, and 
serv'd both high and low. Their 
merriment and revel were soon 
outweigh'd by woe. 

LXXII

 Still her old grudge lay rankling in 
Kriemhild's poison'd heart; When else 
'twere hard a quarrel to stir on either 
part, To table 'mid the feasters she 
sent for Etzel's son. When for revenge 
by woman was deed so fearful done? 

LXXIII

 With that four men of Etzel's went out 
at her command; They brought the young 
King Ortlieb and led him by the hand Up 
to the princes' table, where sat fierce 
Hagan by, Doom'd all too soon, poor 
infant! by his fell hate to die. 

LXXIV

 Soon as the proud King Etzel his 
little son espied, Graciously his 
wife's kinsmen bespake he at his side, 
"See, friends, my boy and Kriemhild's, 
our only son and heir. To you may 
henceforth profit come from this child 
so fair. 

LXXV

 "If he grow up like his kinsmen, he'll 
prove a man of might, Of noble mind and 
lineage, a strong and fearless knight. 
Should I live some time longer, I'll 
give him twelve broad lands, So look 
for useful service at this fair 
infant's hands. 

LXXVI

 "Now therefore I beseech you, ye 
dearest friends of mine, When hence you 
make your journey back to your native 
Rhine, To take with you this infant, 
your loving sister's son, And treat him 
well and kindly as should by kin be 
done; 

LXXVII

 "And bring him up in honor, till to a 
man he grow, And, should your land be 
harried by force of any foe, He'll help 
you to avenge it, when he his arms can 
wield." All this was heard by 
Kriemhild; her lips stern silence 
seal'd. 

LXXVIII

 "He well may help these warriors," Sir 
Hagan straight began, "If ever by good 
fortune he come to be a man; Yet seems 
the young king's aspect no long life to 
foreshow. Methinks I shall have seldom 
to Ortlieb's court to go." 

LXXIX

 Sore irk'd the speech King Etzel; the 
knight he sternly eyed Though not a 
word in answer the haughty prince 
replied, Down it weigh'd his spirits, 
and overcast his heart. Unfit was 
Hagan's nature in joy to bear a part. 

LXXX

 Woe was the low'ring monarch, and all 
his chiefs as well, When such dark 
words from Hagan on that fair infant 
fell. That they should bear it longer, 
deep murmur'd all the crew. Little 
thought the warriors what he was yet to 
do. 

LXXXI

 Many, who there had heard him, and 
bore him mortal hate, Had gladly set 
upon him; the king had done it straight 
But for his word of honor; then ill had 
Hagan sped; Soon worse did he to 
Ortlieb; in Etzel's sight he struck him 
dead. 



THIRTY-SECOND ADVENTURE

HOW BLOEDEL WAS SLAIN 

I

 All the knights of Bloedel were ready 
in array; With a thousand hauberks to 
the hall they took their way, Where 
Dankwart at the table sat with the 
yeomen tall. Straight among the 
warriors uprose a deadly brawl. 

II

 At once up to the tables Sir Bloedel 
fiercely strode, When Dankwart this 
fair greeting on the stern knight 
bestow'd. "Welcome, my lord, Sir 
Bloedel, you here are gladly seen. We 
look'd not for your presence; what may 
this meeting mean?" 

III

 "Greet me not," said Bloedel, "'tis a 
waste of breath; Know, my coming hither 
to thee must needs be death. Thank thy 
brother Hagan who noble Siegfried slew. 
Thou now shalt pay the Huns for it, 
thou and many another too." 

IV

 "Nay, say not so, Lord Bloedel," Sir 
Dankwart answer made, "So should we rue 
this visit in faith and honor paid. I 
was a little infant when Siegfrid lost 
his life; How could I have offended 
King Etzel's moody wife?" 

V

 "I know not, and I care not, if this 
be false or true. 'Twas done by your 
base kinsmen, Gunther and Hagan too. So 
ward ye well, ye strangers! 'tis all in 
vain to fly; Your lives are pledg'd to 
Kriemhild, and take them now will I." 

VI

 "So you are fix'd," said Dankwart, 
"for murder all prepar'd! Would I had 
ne'er besought you! that had been 
better spar'd." Upstarted from the 
table the warrior swift and strong; Out 
he drew a broadsword heavy and sharp 
and long. 

VII

 Straight at luckless Bloedel he struck 
a blow so fleet, That his head in an 
instant lay before his feet. "Take 
that, thou thriving wooer!" victorious 
Dankwart cried, "For a 
marriage-morning's present to Nudung's 
mincing bride. 

VIII

 "Another mate to-morrow may wed the 
widow'd dame; I'll pay him with like 
measure, should he the dowry claim." (A 
faithful Hun that morning had told him 
underhand, That deadly fraud against 
them the vengeful queen had plann'd.) 

IX

 When Bloedel's men their master saw 
dead upon the floor, Such loss from the 
fierce strangers they could endure no 
more. On squires at once and yeomen 
with high rais'd swords they flew In 
deadly wrath; full many that hour had 
cause to rue. 

X

 To his train shouted Dankwart, loud 
o'er the crash and din, "Ye see, bold 
squires and yeomen, what danger hems us 
in. Fight for your lives, ye 
friendless! in sooth we're foully 
shent, For all the loving greetings 
that fraudful Kriemhild sent." 

XI

 They, who had not their broadswords, 
benches asunder tore, Or many a chair 
and footstool snatch'd up from the 
floor. The bold Burgundians stay'd not, 
but all for weapons used; Heads with 
heavy settles were pummel'd sore and 
bruis'd. 

XII

 How fiercely the lorn strangers 
themselves defended there! Out they 
drove their foemen all weapon'd as they 
were; Yet, within, five hundred were 
lifeless left or more. Dankwart's men 
pursued them dripping red with gore. 

XIII

 Straight the sorry tidings to every 
Hunnish chief Were borne by hasty rumor 
(it gave them mortal grief) That 
slaughter'd with his warriors was 
Bloedel good at need, That Dankwart and 
the yeomen had done the bloody deed. 

XIV

 Before King Etzel knew it, inflam'd 
with deadly hate Two thousand Huns or 
better donn'd their armor straight. 
They march'd against the yeomen to deal 
them mortal dole, And living of the 
party let not escape a soul. 

XV

 Before the house they muster'd, an 
army deep and dense; Though succorless, 
the strangers stood well on their 
defence; Yet what avail'd their valor? 
Dead perforce they lay. Thence arose 
soon after a yet more horrid fray. 

XVI

 Now you must hear a wonder as never 
yet was told, Within the hall lay 
lifeless nine thousands yeomen bold, 
Thereto of Dankwart's followers twelve 
hardy knights and good, And now among 
his foemen alone the warrior stood. 

XVII

 Hush'd was the din of battle, laid was 
the wild uproar; He sternly o'er his 
shoulder survey'd the horrid floor, And 
spake, "Alas, brave comrades! what? not 
a dying groan? Then stand, must 
Dankwart aidless among his foes alone." 

XVIII

 Upon his single person fell thund'ring 
sword-strokes rife, Yet cause gave he 
for weeping to many a hero's wife. He 
rais'd his buckler higher and lower 
brought the thong. Blood stream'd 
beneath his buffets through many a 
hauberk strong. 

XIX

 "Woe's me! I'm faint and stifled," the 
son of Aldrian cried; "Now, ye knights 
of Hungary! stand a little wide; Let 
the air refresh me--I'm wearied with 
the fight." Then manfully among them 
stepp'd forth the stately knight. 

XX

 As faint and exhausted from the house 
he sprang, What redoubled sword-strokes 
on his morion rang! Those, who had not 
yet witness'd what wonders wrought his 
hand, Forward leapt upon him, the 
knight from Gunther's land. 

XXI

 "Now would to God," said Dankwart, "a 
messenger would go To let my brother 
Hagan my fearful peril know, Among this 
band of traitors how sore beset am I! 
He'd come and hence would help me, or 
by my side would die." 

XXII

 "Nay, do thyself thy message," the 
fierce Hungarians said, "When we unto 
thy brother bring thee cold and dead 
Then shall the man of Gunther the smart 
of sorrow know. Thou here hast wrought 
King Etzel such grievous loss and woe." 

XXIII

 Said he, "Your threats give over, 
stand from me farther yet, Or I will 
make your hauberks with blood all 
dripping wet. Myself the heavy tidings 
will bring to yonder court, And to my 
lords with wailing our deadly wrongs 
report." 

XXIV

 So much the knights of Etzel his 
matchless strength dismay'd, That not a 
man amongst them durst meet him blade 
to blade, But darts into his buckler 
they shot so thick around, That, by the 
weight o'ermaster'd he dropp'd it on 
the ground. 

XXV

 Seeing him thus unshielded, they 
fiercer forward drove; How then with 
deadly gashes the shields and helms he 
clove! Down perforce before him stoop'd 
many a lofty knight. What praise was 
then Sir Dankwart's, alone to sway the 
fight! 

XXVI

 They rush'd at him from both sides; 
none then would keep aloof; But, 
match'd with him, found many most speed 
was least behoof. Right through his 
foes the champion made his red passage 
good As through the dogs the wild-boar 
amidst the echoing wood. 

XXVII

 Ever the ground beneath him with 
smoking gore was wet. When better 
fought a champion with countless foes 
beset? So to court before them, along 
his bloody road, Unconquer'd still and 
stately fierce Hagan's brother strode. 

XXVIII

 Cupbearers and servers heard 
sword-strokes clashing nigh. Dainty 
drinks and dishes they threw in hurry 
by, The which they in were bringing 
upon the board to set. A crowd of 
sturdy foemen e'en on the stairs he 
met. 

XXIX

 "How now, ye servers?" said Dankwart 
with bloody toil oppress'd, "'Tis 
your's to feed the hungry, and cheer 
the thirsty guest, And store of savory 
viands to feasting knights to bear; 
Give place, for I would something to my 
good lords declare." 

XXX

 All, who dar'd confront him as up the 
stairs he flew, Met with such fearful 
slashes, that soon at distance due From 
that weighty broadsword stood trembling 
every one. Such surpassing wonders by 
Dankwart's strength were done. 



THIRTY-THIRD ADVENTURE

HOW THE BURGUNDIANS FOUGHT WITH THE 
HUNS 

I

 Soon as the fearless warrior beneath 
the lintel hied, He bade the men of 
Etzel keep distance yet more wide. The 
blood from that fierce combat down all 
his armor pour'd, And in his hand 
uplifted he held his naked sword. 

II

 Just at the very moment that in burst 
Dankwart so, It chanc'd the young 
Prince Ortlieb was carried to and fro 
From table unto table; the news of that 
fell strife, So sudden brought among 
them, cost the fair child his life. 

III

 To a good knight then Dankwart shouted 
loud and strong, "Be stirring, brother 
Hagan, you're sitting all too long. To 
you and God in heaven our deadly strait 
I plain; Yeomen and knights together 
lie in their quarters slain." 

IV

 "Tell me who has done it?" Hagan 
fiercely cried. "Sir Bloedel and his 
meiny," Dankwart straight replied, "And 
paid too has he dearly; he's dead among 
the dead; This hand from off his 
shoulders smote at a stroke his head." 

V

 "Small is the loss," said Hagan, 
"whenever one can tell That a 
vanquish'd hero by hands heroic fell. 
Thus it still befitteth a knight to 
yield his breath; So much the less fair 
ladies should sorrow for his death. 

VI

 "Now tell me, brother Dankwart, why 
are you so red? Your wounds, methinks, 
oppress you; they must have sorely 
bled. If he's yet in this country who 
has harm'd you thus in strife, But the 
foul fiend aid him, it shall cost his 
life." 

VII

 "You see me whole and hearty; my weed 
with blood is wet, But 'tis from wounds 
of others whom sword to sword I met, Of 
whom I slew so many, though furious all 
and fell, That, if I had to swear it, 
th' amount I ne'er could tell." 

VIII

 Said th' other, "Brother Dankwart, 
keep guard upon the door; Let not one 
Hungarian step the threshold o'er. 
Straight, as need impels us, converse 
with them will I. Our friends by their 
devices were guiltless done to die." 

IX

 "Since I'm to be door-keeper," replied 
the champion true "(And well to such 
great monarchs such service I can do), 
As fits me, 'gainst all comers the 
staircase I'll maintain." Naught could 
be more distasteful to Kriemhild's 
knightly train. 

X

 "In sooth," resum'd Sir Hagan, "I 
can't but wonder here, What now these 
Huns are whisp'ring each in his 
fellow's ear. I ween, they well could 
spare him, who keeps the door so bold, 
Him, who to us Burgundians his courtly 
tale has told. 

XI

 "Long have I heard and often of moody 
Kriemhild tell, That still her heart's 
deep sorrow she harbors fierce and 
fell; Now then let's drink to 
friendship! king's wine shall quench 
our thirst, And the young Prince of 
Hungary himself shall pledge us first." 

XII

 With that the good Knight Hagan smote 
Ortlieb the young child; The gushing 
blood, down flowing, both sword and 
hand defil'd; Into the lap of Kriemhild 
bounded the ghastly head. At once among 
the warriors a fearful butchery spread. 

XIII

 Then with both hands uplifted he dealt 
a stroke at large 'Gainst the 
grave-visag'd tutor, who had the child 
in charge; His sever'd head down 
falling, before the table lay. For all 
his learned lessons t' faith 'twas 
sorry pay. 

XIV

 Just then at Etzel's table a minstrel 
met his view; Upon him in an instant in 
wrath Sir Hagan flew. His right hand on 
his viol off lopp'd he suddenly; "Take 
that for the kind message thou 
brought'st to Burgundy." 

XV

 "Alas! my hands!" cried Werbel frantic 
with pain and woe, "What have I done, 
Sir Hagan, that you should serve me so? 
I came in faith and honor into your 
master's land. How can I now make music 
since I have lost my hand?" 

XVI

 Little reck'd Sir Hagan if ne'er he 
fiddled more; Then round his 
death-strokes dealing he stretch'd upon 
the floor Many a good knight of 
Etzel's, and wide the slaughter spread, 
Turning to bale the banquet, and heap'd 
the hall with dead. 

XVII

 Up the ready Folker leapt from table 
quick; In his hand loud clatter'd his 
deadly fiddlestick. Harsh crashing 
notes discordant King Gunther's 
minstrel play'd. Ah! what a host of 
foemen among the Huns he made! 

XVIII

 Up, too, leapt from table the royal 
brethren three; They thought to part 
the battle ere mischief more should be. 
But lost was all their labor, vain was 
all help of man; When Folker and stern 
Hagan once so to rage began. 

XIX

 When saw the Lord of Rhineland no 
power could stint the strife, He too 
dealt dole about him with wounds that 
let out life, Through the shining 
hauberks cutting deadly way. A prowest 
knight was Gunther, as clear he show'd 
that day. 

XX

 At once into the battle the sturdy 
Gernot flew; Thick as they flock'd 
around him the clustering Huns he slew 
With his sword, the gift of Rudeger, 
the which he wielded so, That many a 
knight of Etzel's he laid for ever low. 

XXI

 The third too of the brethren rush'd 
into the fray; Through th' helms of 
Etzel's warriors his swords made bloody 
way; Death follow'd every buffet; right 
wondrous deeds were done That hour by 
youthful Giselher, Dame Uta's youngest 
son. 

XXII

 Well fought that day the brethren, 
well too their men of might, But ever 
valiant Folker stood foremost in the 
fight, Against his foes so knightly 
himself the warrior bore. Many brought 
he among them to wallow in their gore. 

XXIII

 On their defence, too, stoutly stood 
Etzel's champions all. Then might you 
see the strangers through the kingly 
hall With their glittering broadswords 
slashing and hewing go. Loud thrill'd 
throughout the palace wild screams of 
wail and woe. 

XXIV

 Then those without in hurried to aid 
their friends within, But found upon 
the staircase more was to lose than 
win; Out fain would rush the others, 
and through the doorway fare. To none 
gave Dankwart passage, nor up nor down 
the stair. 

XXV

 To force the guarded portal throng'd 
the Huns amain. With the clattering 
sword-strokes the morions rang again. 
Then stood the valiant Dankwart in 
deadly peril there; Of that his loving 
brother took heed with timely care. 

XXVI

 Straight to dauntless Folker, Hagan 
shouted loud, "See you there my brother 
beset by yonder crowd, Batter'd by 
blades unnumber'd, by countless 
bucklers cross'd? Up, and save him, 
comrade! or the good knight is lost." 

XXVII

 "Fear not," replied the minstrel, 
"I'll do your bidding soon." Straight 
strode he through the palace playing 
his harshest tune. Oft clash'd the 
keen-edg'd broadsword that in his hand 
he bore. The noble chiefs of Rhineland 
thank'd him o'er and o'er. 

XXVIII

 Then to the fearless Dankwart the 
minstrel-knight 'gan say, "You must 
have surely suffered sore press and 
toil to-day. Sent hither by your 
brother to aid you I have been. If 
you'll without be warder, I'll keep the 
door within." 

XXIX

 Firm the nimble Dankwart stood outside 
the door; All who the stairs were 
mounting down drove he evermore; In the 
grasp of the warriors their swords 
clash'd fearfully. The like within did 
stoutly Folker of Burgundy. 

XXX

 Loud the valiant minstrel shouted o'er 
the throng, "The hall is shut, friend 
Hagan! the locks are firm and strong. 
The hands of two stout warriors King 
Etzel's door secure; A thousand bolts, 
believe me, would not be half so sure." 

XXXI

 When Hagan saw the portal secur'd 
against attack, By the thong his 
buckler the fiery chief threw back, And 
whirl'd his sword for vengeance with 
huge two-handed sway; No hope had then 
his foemen with life to come away. 

XXXII

 When good Sir Dietrich noted how with 
each swashing stroke The furious Lord 
of Trony a Hunnish morion broke, On to 
a bench straight leapt he, to see the 
knights of Rhine. Said he, "Sure 
Hagan's serving the very worst of 
wine." 

XXXIII

 The host was sore bewilder'd with 
horror and surprise; What crowds of 
friends and subjects were slain before 
his eyes! Scarce 'midst the bloody 
turmoil himself from danger free, He 
sat in mortal anguish; what boot was 
his a king to be? 

XXXIV

 Proud Kriemhild cried to Dietrich in 
ghastly drear affright, "Help me with 
thy valor, good and noble knight By the 
worth of all the princes of th' 
Amelungers' land. If Hagan only reach 
me, Death have I close at hand." 

XXXV

 "Fair queen," replied Sir Dietrich, 
"how can I help you here? Or how 
protect another when for myself I fear? 
So wroth are these Burgundians, so high 
their passions run, That I in such a 
moment can promise peace to none." 

XXXVI

 "Nay, say not so, Sir Dietrich, 
renown'd and noble knight! Show forth 
this day amongst us thy high heroic 
might To bring me hence in safety; 
else, I shall surely die. Dole and 
dismay beset me; in mortal strait am 
I." 

XXXVII

 "At least I'll make the trial, if boot 
you yet I can, For ne'er before beheld 
I many a mighty man, To sudden wrath 
enkindl'd, so fierce to battle rush. 
Blood see I through the helmets at 
every sword-stroke gush." 

XXXVIII

 So the fair queen's entreaty he would 
no longer scorn; Up his voice he lifted 
like a blast on a buffalo's horn, That 
all the echoing castle rung through its 
breadth and length; So loud the voice 
of Dietrich, so wondrous was his 
strength! 

XXXIX

 Soon as heard King Gunther the voice 
of such a man Peal o'er the clash and 
tumult, to listen he began. Said he, 
"The voice of Dietrich sounds in my 
ears amain; I fear our eager champions 
some friend of his have slain. 

XL

 "I see him on the table beckoning with 
his hand.-- Loving friends and kinsmen 
of Burgundy's fair land, Hold a little 
season! let us hear and see What we 
have done to Dietrich, or what his wish 
may be." 

XLI

 Soon as thus King Gunther begg'd and 
commanded too, In th' heat of that dire 
struggle back their swords they drew; 
Yet more his power effected, that still 
they stood and stern; Then thus the 
King of Rhineland bespake the Lord of 
Bern. 

XLII

 Said he, "Right noble Dietrich, has 
any of my friends Done you here an 
injury? I'll make you full amends. Be 
sure, the satisfaction shall with the 
fault along. In sooth, 'twould inly 
grieve me, were you to suffer wrong." 

XLIII

 Him answer'd good Sir Dietrich, "No 
cause have I to grieve. Let me with 
your safe-conduct this hall of Etzel's 
leave, And quit this bloody banquet 
with those who follow me, And for this 
grave for ever I'll at your service 
be." 

XLIV

 "Why beg instead of bidding?" fierce 
Wolfhart interpos'd, "The door, 
methinks, yon minstrel has not so 
firmly clos'd, But we can set it open, 
and go where'er we will." "Silence!" 
return'd Sir Dietrich, "the devil 
prompts thee ill. 

XLV

 "I give you full permission," thus 
noble Gunther spake, "Hence whom you 
will, Sir Dietrich, or few or many, 
take, Except my mortal foeman; in 
Hungary have they Done deadly wrong to 
Gunther, and here behind must stay." 

XLVI

 Then lingered not the Berner; under 
his arm he took The noble queen all 
trembling; fear-stricken was her look. 
On the other side King Etzel away with 
him he led, Eke many a stately champion 
forth with Sir Dietrich sped. 

XLVII

 The noble Margrave Rudeger then cried, 
"If any more May quit this house 
uninjur'd, and pass yon reeking door, 
Tell us, who ever lov'd you, and now 
would serve your ends, So peace will 
last for ever with true and faithful 
friends." 

XLVIII

 Thereto made answer Giselher, the 
knight of Burgundy, "Let there be peace 
betwixt us and constant amity, For you 
were ever faithful, you and your 
warriors tried, So part ye hence in 
safety, and all your friends besides." 

XLIX

 Soon as the good Sir Rudeger left the 
blood-reeking hall, There follow'd him 
stout champions five hundred or more in 
all. In this the lords of Rhineland did 
faithfully and well, Yet ruin and 
destruction King Gunther thence befell. 

L

 Just then a knight of Hungary, who saw 
King Etzel take His way beside Sir 
Dietrich, came nigh for safety's sake, 
When him the furious minstrel with such 
a sword-stroke sped, That at the feet 
of Etzel straight lay his sever'd head. 

LI

 Soon as the Lord of Hungary from th' 
house had come at last, He turn'd, and 
on fierce Folker as fierce a glance he 
cast. "Woe's me for these fell 
strangers! Oh, grievous strait," he 
said, "That all my faithful warriors 
should lie before them dead! 

LII

 "Ah! woe for this sad meeting! woe for 
this festal-fight! There spreads, 
within, destruction one that Folker 
hight; Like a wild boar he rages, yet 
but a minstrel he. Thank heaven! 'tis 
well in safety from such a fiend to be. 

LIII

 "In sooth, ill sound his measures; his 
strokes are bloody red; His 
oft-repeated quavers lay many a hero 
dead. I know not why this gleeman 
should spite us o'er the rest; Never 
had I for certain so troublesome a 
guest." 

LIV

 Thereat straight to their quarters the 
noble knights withdrew, The lord of 
Bern, Sir Dietrich, and the good 
margrave too. To mix in that fierce 
struggle neither had desire, And from 
it, too, their followers they bade in 
peace retire. 

LV

 But had the bold Burgundians foreseen 
the deadly woe That they from those two 
champions were soon to undergo, Ne'er 
from the hall had either so quietly 
been sent, But at their hands had 
suffer'd a bloody chastisement. 

LVI

 They, whom they pleas'd, permitted to 
leave that hall of ill; Then rose 
within, redoubled, the death-cry wild 
and shrill. The guests 'gainst their 
wrong-doers for deadly vengeance 
strove; Folker the valiant minstrel, 
ah! how the helms he clove! 

LVII

 At the clash King Gunther turn'd, and 
to Hagan cried, "Hear you what a 
measure Folker, the door beside, Plays 
with each poor Hungarian who down the 
stairs would go; See! what a deep 
vermilion has dyed his fiddle-bow!" 

LVIII

 "I own, it much repents me," Hagan 
straight replied, "That I sat here at 
table from the good knight so wide. We 
still were constant comrades, not wont 
before to sever. If we again see 
Rhineland, no chance shall part us 
ever. 

LIX

 "Now see, great king! right loyal to 
thee is Folker bold; Well deserves the 
warrior thy silver and thy gold. His 
fiddlestick, sharp-cutting, can hardest 
steel divide, And at a stroke can 
shiver the morion's beamy pride. 

LX

 "Never yet saw I minstrel so high and 
lordly stand, As did to-day Sir Folker 
among the hostile band. On helms and 
clattering bucklers his lays make music 
rare. Ride should he good war-horses, 
and gorgeous raiment wear." 

LXI

 Of all the fierce Hungarians that at 
the board had been, Now not a single 
champion remain'd alive within. Then 
first was hush'd the tumult, when none 
was left to fight. Then down his sword 
laid reeking each bold Burgundian 
knight. 



THIRTY-FOURTH ADVENTURE

HOW THEY THREW DOWN THE DEAD 

I

 Then after all their labor the lords 
sat down at last. Before the hall 
together Folker and Hagan pass'd. The 
pair of haughty champions upon their 
bucklers leant, And each the time with 
th' other in gentle converse spent. 

II

 Then the youthful Giselher thus his 
mind express'd, "Ye must not yet, dear 
comrades, think of ease or rest; From 
out the house first hasten to bear the 
dead away. Once more shall we do 
battle; that I can truly say. 

III

 "Beneath our feet 'twere better they 
should no longer lie. Ere these proud 
Huns subdue us, and we o'ermaster'd 
die, Hewn will be many a hauberk, and 
blood in torrents flow; No sight can 
please me better than a bleeding foe." 

IV

 "I'm proud of such a master," cried 
Hagan with delight; "Who could e'er 
give such counsel save a redoubted 
knight? When words so wise and valiant 
from our young lord you hear, Needs 
must ye, bold Burgundians! be all of 
lively cheer." 

V

 The counsel straight they follow'd, 
and carried through the door, And cast 
out from among them, seven thousand 
dead or more. Adown the stairs they 
tumbled and lay in heaps below. Then 
burst forth from their kinsmen a 
thrilling scream of woe. 

VI

 'Mongst these was many a warrior, 
though wounded and in pain, Who yet 
with milder treatment might have wax'd 
whole again. Crush'd by the fall they 
perish'd, who half had 'scap'd the 
sword. Their friends with moans of 
sorrow their fatal doom deplor'd. 

VII

 Then spake the minstrel Folker, the 
warrior void of fear, "I oft have heard 
reported, and now behold I clear, That 
Huns are vile and worthless; they like 
weak women wail, When they should tend 
the wounded, and soothe their dreary 
bale." 

VIII

 Then ween'd a Hunnish margrave, he 
thus through kindness spake; He saw a 
luckless kinsman fall'n in a bloody 
lake; So threw his arms about him, and 
hoped away to bear. Him shot to death 
the minstrel; down fell he dying there. 

IX

 When this was seen by th' others, they 
took at once to flight; That same 
redoubted gleeman all curs'd with all 
their might. He brandish'd high a 
javelin, well-temper'd, bright, and 
keen, Which by a Hun against him before 
had darted been. 

X

 This through the echoing castle he 
sent with mastering main Far o'er the 
crowd of tremblers; that shot to 
Etzel's train Gave another station more 
distant from the hall. The matchless 
strength of Folker dismay'd their 
leaders all. 

XI

 Before the house assembled were many 
thousand men; Sir Folker and Sir Hagan 
both together then Began unto King 
Etzel all their mind to tell, Whence 
grievous ill thereafter both the good 
knights befell. 

XII

 "The trembling crowd to hearten," said 
Hagan, "sure 'tis right That kings and 
leaders ever be foremost in the fight; 
E'en so do here among us my own 
redoubted lords, And, when they cleave 
the morions, blood spouts beneath their 
swords." 

XIII

 A valiant knight was Etzel; his shield 
in hand he took. "Be wary," cried Dame 
Kriemhild: "to your good liegemen look; 
Fill shields with gold, to move them 
yon stranger to defy. Death must be 
needs your neighbor if Hagan comes you 
nigh." 

XIV

 The king he was so fearless, he would 
not budge an inch; Seldom are such 
great princes so disinclin'd to flinch. 
By his shield's thong his warriors then 
drew him back perforce. Hagan went on 
to mock him in accents loud and coarse. 

XV

 "I' faith the kin was distant," he 
cried with scornful sound, "That Etzel 
and Sir Siegfried in one alliance 
bound. He cheer'd fair Lady Kriemhild 
long ere she look'd on thee. Dishonor'd 
king and worthless! why knit thy brow 
at me?" 

XVI

 His proud disdainful mockery the wrath 
of Kriemhild stirr'd; To be revil'd of 
Hagan, while Etzel's warriors heard, 
And jeer'd before the many, was more 
than she could brook, So now yet 
deadlier counsel against the guests she 
took. 

XVII

 "Who Hagan, Lord of Trony, shall 
slay," she fiercely said, "And bring 
unto me hither his abhorred head, For 
him the shields of Etzel I'll heap with 
ruddy gold, And give him, too, for 
guerdon lands and castles manifold." 

XVIII

 "I know not," said the minstrel, "what 
now can keep them back; Sure never saw 
I warriors so heartless stand and 
slack, When a fair dame had promis'd 
such rich and ample pay. Etzel can 
trust them never if they should flinch 
to-day. 

XIX

 "Those who the bread of Etzel have 
eaten many a year, And, when his need 
is greatest, like cowards fail him 
here, These see I stand fear-troubled; 
they dare not move a jot, And yet would 
pass for warriors! shame ever be their 
lot!" 

XX

 Thus with distress and sorrow was 
Etzel ill bestead, Right bitterly 
bewailing his kin and subjects dead. 
Good knights of many a country stood 
round, a mournful ring, And for that 
bloody banquet wept with their weeping 
king. 

XXI

 Then thought the best among them, 
"Sure Folker tells us true." But none 
so inly sorrow'd of all that wavering 
crew, As the bold Margrave Iring, the 
fearless Danish knight; This soon he 
prov'd before them by deeds of manly 
might. 



THIRTY-FIFTH ADVENTURE

HOW IRING WAS SLAIN. 

I

 Then loudly shouted Iring the Danish 
margrave strong, "I've shap'd my course 
in honor, and aim'd at glory long, And 
ever have in battle borne me like a 
knight, So bring me now my harness, and 
I'll with Hagan fight." 

II

 "That I scarce would counsel," in 
scorn Sir Hagan cried. "Bid the knights 
of Hungary stand farther yet aside, Let 
two or three together then leap into 
the hall, Back wounded down the 
staircase I'll dash them one and all." 

III

 "I'll not renounce my challenge," 
Iring stern replied, "Ere now have I, 
and often, such hard adventures tried. 
Now sword to sword I'll meet thee; let 
ruth aside be flung! What boots thy 
haughty passion, and valor of the 
tongue?" 

IV

 Then at once Sir Iring arm'd him for 
the fight, And Irnfried or Thueringia, 
a young and lusty knight, And the 
large-limb'd Hawart with a thousand in 
his train; All sought to vouch the 
quarrel of that redoubted Dane. 

V

 Soon as the dauntless minstrel so huge 
a troop espied Forth all in armor 
coming on the fierce margrave's side, 
Each with his glittering helmet laced 
ready for the fray, Somewhat the wrath 
of Folker kindled at their array. 

VI

 "See you now, friend Hagan, how comes 
Sir Iring nigh? Sure I must condemn 
him--ill fits a knight to lie. To stand 
against thee singly he promis'd just 
before, And now he brings in armor a 
thousand chiefs or more." 

VII

 "Call me not a liar," Hawart's 
liegeman cried. "Yes! I have given a 
promise; I'd fain my words abide. I'll 
ne'er renounce th' adventure; fear is 
to me unknown; How fierce soe'er be 
Hagan, I'll meet him here alone." 

VIII

 He begg'd his friends and kinsmen, 
down falling at their feet, That they 
would let him singly the stern 
Burgundian meet. Fain would they have 
denied him, for all too well they knew 
How stout a knight was Hagan, and how 
remorseless too. 

IX

 So long he still entreated, at last 
they gave consent; When him on that 
fierce battle they saw so wildly bent 
And so athirst for honor, with grief 
they let him go. A deadly strife then 
follow'd 'twixt either frowning foe. 

X

 The valiant knight of Denmark bore 
high his quivering spear, And crouch'd 
beneath his buckler through caution, 
not through fear, Then, to the hall 
swift mounting, with Hagan sought to 
close. From the death-doing champions a 
deafening din arose. 

XI

 Each cast his spear at th' other with 
such o'ermastering might, Piercing 
through the strong bucklers e'en to the 
harness bright, That the shafts, high 
whirling, to a distance flew; Their 
swords then, sternly frowning, the 
rival champions drew. 

XII

 Huge was the strength of Hagan, his 
heart and hand were stout, Yet on him 
smote Sir Iring, that rang the hall 
throughout. Wall and tower re-echoed at 
every thundering blow. Still could not 
he his purpose work on his burly foe. 

XIII

 So Iring there let Hagan as yet 
unwounded stand, And on the warlike 
minstrel, turn'd at once his hand; He 
thought to bring him under with buffets 
fierce and fell, But the long-practis'd 
gleeman his blows all warded well. 

XIV

 Then Folker, kindling passion, smote 
Iring's buckler so, That the steel 
plates which bound it flew off at every 
blow. Then turn'd he from the minstrel 
(he struck too boisterously), And fell 
at once on Gunther the King of 
Burgundy. 

XV

 Then 'twixt the valiant couple a 
furious strife arose; King Gunther and 
Sir Iring, like hail they bandied 
blows. Yet the red blood could neither 
with all his buffets draw, So goodly 
was their harness without a fault or 
flaw. 

XVI

 With that he left King Gunther, and 
straight at Gernot ran; The fire from 
out his mailcoat to hammer he began. 
But then to him King Gernot made such a 
fierce reply, That the redoubted Iring 
he all but did to die. 

XVII

 From the prince he bounded; swift the 
warrior flew; Four of the Burgundians 
in a trice he slew, All high-descended 
courtiers from Worms across the Rhine; 
Well might the youthful Giselher at 
such a loss repine. 

XVIII

 "Now by heaven, Sir Iring!" in his 
wrath he said, "Thy life shall pay the 
forfeit for those who here lie dead 
Through thy remorseless fury."--He ran 
at him full fleet, And smote the Dane 
so sternly, he could not keep his feet. 

XIX

 Down he dropp'd before him grovelling 
in the gore; Sure then ween'd each 
beholder that he never more Blow would 
give or parry on a battle-day; Yet 
Iring all unwounded before his foeman 
lay. 

XX

 So deep his morion sounded, so loud 
the sword-stroke clash'd, His senses 
were confounded as to the ground he 
dash'd, And like a corpse, though 
living, he lay unconscious there; So 
wondrous was the prowess of 
strong-arm'd Giselher! 

XXI

 When from his brain bewilder'd the 
swoon had parted slow, Which had his 
wits confounded from that o'er 
mastering blow, Thought he, "I yet am 
living, and all unwounded, too. Now 
know I Giselher's manhood, and feel 
what he can do." 

XXII

 He heard his foes about him as there 
he lay o'erthrown; Worse would he have 
to suffer if once the truth were known 
Well, too, the youthful Giselher 
perceiv'd he standing by. Then thought 
he, from amongst them, by what device 
to fly. 

XXIII

 From the blood he started; pressing 
was his need; Sure for his good fortune 
he might thank his speed. From the 
house he darted just where Hagan stood, 
And struck at him in passing with all 
the force he could. 

XXIV

 Then thought the Knight of Trony, 
"Thou'rt in the clutch of death; Sure, 
but the devil guard thee, thou canst 
not 'scape with breath." Yet with a 
wound through th' head-piece he 
straight Sir Hagan paid; That did the 
knight with Wasky, his sharp and 
peerless blade. 

XXV

 Soon as fierce Sir Hagan felt the gash 
and pain, With his sword uplifted he 
rush'd upon the Dane. No more against 
his fury could Hawart's man make head; 
Swift down the stairs Sir Hagan pursued 
him as he fled. 

XXVI

 Above his head bold Iring held up his 
buckler strong; Had that same scanty 
staircase been full trice as long, No 
time had Hagan left him to strike a 
single stroke. Ah! what a shower of 
sparkles red from his morion broke! 

XXVII

 Yet safe and sound Sir Iring came to 
his friends again. Soon then were told 
to Kriemhild th' achievements of the 
Dane, And what he unto Hagan had done 
with his good blade. Thus unto the 
warrior her fervent thanks she paid. 

XXVIII

 "Now God reward thee, Iring! a noble 
knight thou art; Thou hast reviv'd my 
courage and comforted my heart. On 
Hagan's blood-stain'd armor, through 
thy bold deed, I look." With her own 
hand then from him his shield for joy 
she took. 

XXIX

 "Your thanks you'd better husband," 
said Hagan stern and high, "'Twould 
well befit a warrior his chance once 
more to try. If then he came back 
scathless, he'd be indeed a knight. 
This scratch will boot you little; so 
e'en a child could smite. 

XXX

 "The blood you see so gladly, which 
streaks my mail with red, It but the 
more provokes me to heap this land with 
dead. My strength is undiminish'd, my 
wrath is now begun; You'll feel how 
little mischief to me has Iring done." 

XXXI

 Iring the Knight of Denmark there 
stood against the breeze, Cooling him 
in his mailcoat, with helm unlaced for 
ease. Loud said those about him how 
bold he was and brave. Their praise to 
the good champion the loftiest courage 
gave. 

XXXII

 Then thus outspoke Sir Iring, 
"Friends! this for certain know; Arm 
me, and delay not; once more I'll prove 
my foe. His fierce and haughty bearing 
I can no longer brook." His shield was 
hewn and shatter'd; a better straight 
he took. 

XXXIII

 Soon was arm'd the warrior, and better 
than before; He shook in wrath and fury 
the weighty spear he bore; With this 
against his foeman with sturdy strides 
he went. Hate-sparkling eyes upon him 
the fierce Sir Hagan bent. 

XXXIV

 Th' attack of bold Sir Iring he would 
not there await; Down the stairs he 
bounded, and ran upon him straight, Now 
darting, and now smiting; his wrath was 
at the height; Little then his prowess 
avail'd the Danish knight. 

XXXV

 The champions smote so fiercely, that 
fire-red blasts began To burn from 
either buckler; then Hawart's luckless 
man So grievously was wounded by 
Hagan's monstrous main Through sever'd 
shield and morion, he ne'er was whole 
again. 

XXXVI

 That wound dash'd Iring's courage; he 
felt him ill bestead; He rais'd his 
shield yet higher to guard his bleeding 
head; He deem'd it grievous mischief, 
the wound it was so sore; Yet at the 
hand of Hagan had he to suffer more. 

XXXVII

 A spear the man of Gunther found lying 
at his feet; This at the head of Iring 
he darted sure and fleet, So that the 
shaft outjutted, quivering, from his 
brow. A fatal end has Hagan made of his 
foeman now! 

XXXVIII

 Back to his Danes Sir Iring recoil'd 
with faltering pace; Ere from his head 
his comrades the helmet could unlace, 
They broke from it the javelin; then 
close was death at hand. His kindred 
wept around him, a sorrow-laden band. 

XXXIX

 Anon the queen came thither; she o'er 
the dying bent, Bewailing dauntless 
Iring with ghastly dreariment, And for 
his wounds sore weeping, and mourning 
for his sake. Then thus among his 
kinsmen the hero faintly spake. 

XL

 "Fair and noble lady! cease for me to 
grieve. What avails your weeping? my 
life I needs must leave; Yes! the 
wounds are mortal that thus have 
pierc'd me through. Death will not 
leave me longer to Etzel and to you." 

XLI

 Then thus to each Thueringian he 
spake, and every Dane, "Hope not for 
gifts from Kriemhild, nor count her 
gold for gain, For here, my friends! I 
warn you, e'en with my latest breath, 
If once you fight with Hagan, you needs 
must look on death." 

XLII

 His lively hue was faded; the stamp of 
death he bore; For the redoubted Iring 
his comrades sorrow'd sore. Never could 
recover stout Hawart's vassal true. 
Perforce each man of Denmark took to 
his sword anew. 

XLIII

 Irnfried at once and Hawart both 
hurried toward the hall With a thousand 
warriors; from amongst them all Loud 
peal'd the shout of battle; fierce was 
their wrath and hot. Ah! what a sleet 
of javelins at those of Rhine they 
shot! 

XLIV

 Upon the valiant gleeman bold Irnfried 
rush'd amain, But at his hand 
destruction was all that he could gain. 
A stern man was the minstrel as e'er in 
field met foe. Through th' helm he 
smote the landgrave a deep and deadly 
blow. 

XLV

 Sir Irnfried on Sir Folker dealt too a 
sturdy stroke, That of his temper'd 
hauberk the links asunder broke, And 
with the dint his harness all sparkled 
fiery red. Then straight before the 
minstrel down dropp'd the landgrave 
dead. 

XLVI

 Sir Hawart and Sir Hagan clos'd too in 
deadly fight; Their strife to each 
beholder was sure a wondrous sight. 
Huge strokes from their keen weapons 
fell thick on either side, Till by the 
stern Burgundian perforce Sir Hawart 
died. 

XLVII

 When Danes now and Thueringians saw 
both their leaders slain, Against the 
house yet fiercer rush'd on the 
shouting train. Loud round the sounding 
portal the din of battle peal'd, And 
many a helm was cloven, and shatter'd 
many a shield. 

XLVIII

 "Fall back, my friends!" said Folker, 
"E'en let them enter in, Yield for a 
while the passage they so desire to 
win. Full soon they'll fall together 
within our bloody hold, And reap with 
death and ruin Dame Kriemhild's fatal 
gold." 

XLIX

 Those overweening champions the hall 
had enter'd now; Many a proud head 
among them was sudden taught to bow 
Beneath the deadly sword-strokes of the 
fierce warriors there. Well fought the 
valiant Gernot, well, too, young 
Giselher. 

L

 A thousand and four together had come 
into the hall; You might see the 
broadswords flashing rise and fall; 
Soon the bold intruders all dead 
together lay; Of those renown'd 
Burgundians strange marvels one might 
say. 

LI

 Thereafter reigned deep silence; the 
din of war was hush'd; Through every 
creak and cranny the blood on all sides 
gush'd From that huge hill of 
slaughter; red did the gutters run. So 
much was through their prowess by those 
of Rhineland done! 

LII

 With that the bold Burgundians sat 
down awhile to rest. His bloody sword 
and buckler down laid each panting 
guest. Still stood th' unwearied 
minstrel on guard the house before, To 
watch if any foeman should seek to 
force the door. 

LIII

 Sore wail'd the royal Etzel, sore too 
his lady wept, And sobbing dames and 
damsels like mournful concert kept. 
Fell Death, I ween, had taken his oath 
to do them ill. Alas! by those fierce 
strangers more were to perish still. 



THIRTY-SIXTH ADVENTURE

HOW THE QUEEN GAVE ORDERS TO BURN DOWN 
THE HALL 

I

 "So now unlace your helmets," 
undaunted Hagan cried, "I and my 
comrade o'er you will watch lest harm 
betide, And should the men of Etzel 
again to fight come on, Be sure I will 
not dally, but warn my lords anon." 

II

 Then many a prowest champion disarm'd 
his lofty head; Down sat they on the 
corpses, that wide the floor bespread, 
And lay in blood before them as by 
their hands they died; Close still by 
Hate and Vengeance the noble guests 
were spied. 

III

 Not yet come on had evening, when the 
fierce king anew And 
vengeance-breathing Kriemhild to fight 
together drew The mighty men of 
Hungary; before him muster'd stood 
Better than twenty thousand prepar'd 
for blows and blood. 

IV

 Once more 'gainst the Burgundians a 
fearful strife arose; Dankwart before 
the portal among the clustering foes 
From his lords undaunted leapt forth 
with a light bound. 'Twas thought he 
long had perish'd; out stepp'd he safe 
and sound. 

V

 The deadly struggle lasted till it was 
stopp'd by night; The guests themselves 
defended 'gainst Etzel's men of might, 
As well became good warriors, all 
through a summer's day. Ah! what 
redoubted champions dead before them 
lay! 

VI

 'Twas e'en on a midsummer befell that 
murderous fight, When on her nearest 
kinsmen and many a noble knight Dame 
Kriemhild wreak'd the anguish that long 
in heart she bore, Whence inly griev'd 
King Etzel, nor joy knew ever more. 

VII

 Yet on such sweeping slaughter at 
first she had not thought; She only had 
for vengeance on one transgressor 
sought. She wish'd that but on Hagan 
the stroke of death might fall; Twas 
the foul fiend's contriving, that they 
should perish all. 

VIII

 And now the day was ended; ill were 
they then bestead. They thought, 'twere 
surely better that they at once were 
dead, Than in slow torture lingering 
unhopeful of release. Those high and 
haughty warriors, ah! how they yearn'd 
for peace! 

IX

 They begg'd the Huns, King Etzel to 
bring before the hall; Themselves then, 
blood-bedabbled and harness-stain'd 
withal, With the three royal brethren 
from th' house mov'd faint and slow. To 
whom to plain, they knew not, in their 
o'ermastering woe. 

X

 So near them both Etzel and Kriemhild 
drew; To them belong'd the country; 
their host thus greater grew. He thus 
bespake the strangers, "Now what would 
you with me? Hope you for peace and 
friendship? that sure can hardly be. 

XI

 "After the deadly mischief that you to 
me have done, The slaughter of my 
kinsmen, the murder of my son, Cause 
shall you have to rue it as long as I 
have life; So peace and truce expect 
not, but war and mortal strife." 

XII

 "Our grievous need compelled us," in 
answer Gunther said, "My train before 
your warriors fell in their quarters 
dead; How had I e'er deserved it, or 
they, that bloody end? I came in faith 
to see thee, I ween'd thou wert my 
friend." 

XIII

 Then spake the bold Burgundian, the 
youthful Giselher, "Ye noble knights of 
Etzel, who yet are living here, In what 
have I offended? or how incurred your 
blame? In kind and simple friendship 
into this land I came." 

XIV

 "Ah!" said they, "to our sorrow this 
castle and realm beside Are both full 
of thy kindness; would you had never 
hied, Thou and thy bloody brethren, 
from Worms across the Rhine! You've 
fill'd our land with orphans;--so much 
for thee and thine!" 

XV

 Thereto in angry accents Sir Gunther 
made reply, "If you would turn to 
friendship, and this wild hate lay by 
'Gainst us home-distant warriors, 
'twere well for us and you. Your king 
will strike the guiltless if otherwise 
he do." 

XVI

 Then to the guests said Etzel, "No 
equal loss, I trow, Have you and I 
encounter'd; the toil, the pain, the 
woe, The shame as well as damage that I 
have borne to-day-- For this, not one 
among you shall living hence away." 

XVII

 Then to the king said Gernot, the 
death-defying knight, "At least may God 
work with you in this to do us right. 
If you are resolv'd to slay us, to th' 
open space and free Let us come down to 
meet you; 'twill to your honor be. 

XVIII

 "Whate'er is to befall us, let it 
quick be done; 'Gainst such a host of 
warriors hope can we cherish none. 
Scarce can we fight o'erwearied, much 
less attempt to fly. How long will you 
compel us to pant and struggle ere we 
die?" 

XIX

 Then would the knights of Etzel their 
wish have granted straight, And let 
come out the strangers before the 
palace gate. Wroth thereat was 
Kriemhild; she had heard it soon. 
Quickly to the strangers was denied the 
boon. 

XX

 "No! no! Hungarian heroes! My counsel 
take for true, And grant them not their 
longing; beware of what you do; Ne'er 
let those bloody murderers come out 
from yonder hall, Or surely must your 
kinsmen endure a deadly fall. 

XXI

 "Were none of them yet living but 
Uta's children there, My high-descended 
brothers, if once they got fresh air To 
cool their heated harness, you'd one 
and all be lost; The world has no such 
warriors; you'd learn it to your cost." 

XXII

 Then spake the youthful Giselher, 
"Fairest sister mine, I little ween'd 
thy summons call'd me o'er the Rhine, 
In this net of treason and mortal 
strait to lie. How here of these 
Hungarians have I deserved to die? 

XXIII

 "To thee true was I ever; I never did 
thee wrong; Loving and confiding I 
hither came along, For thou, I thought, 
dear sister, didst bear like love to 
me. Oh! look on us with kindness! what 
else should we expect from thee?" 

XXIV

 "Talk not to me of kindness! Unkind is 
all my thought. Against me he of Trony 
such grievous wrong has wrought, Never 
can I forgive it as long as I have 
life; For that you all must suffer," 
said Etzel's furious wife. 

XXV

 "Yet would you to me Hagan up for a 
prisoner give, No longer I'd refuse 
you, but fain would let you live, For 
you're indeed my brethren, all of one 
mother sprung; Then of the fit 
atonement I'd speak these lords among." 

XXVI

 "Now God in heaven forbid it!" Sir 
Gernot proudly said; "Were there a 
thousand of us, we'd rather all lie 
dead, All thy noble kinsmen, than e'er 
that only one Give up to thee a 
captive; no! that can ne'er be done." 

XXVII

 "So we must die," said Giselher, 
"'scape can we never hence; Still 
valiantly and knightly we'll stand on 
our defence, Let him then, who would 
prove us, do now his worst endeavor; I 
never friend abandoned, nor will 
abandon ever." 

XXVIII

 Then, scorning longer silence, cried 
Dankwart void of fear, "Ay! my good 
brother Hagan stands not lonely here. 
They who peace deny us, shall soon 
their anger rue. We'll teach you bitter 
knowledge; take these my words for 
true." 

XXIX

 Then spake the queen, "Brave warriors, 
this hour to you belongs; Up! closer to 
the staircase! take vengeance for my 
wrongs! What thrift requites good 
service, I'll show you well to-day. The 
insolence of Hagan I will in full 
repay. 

XXX

 "Let not a soul forth sally; their 
courage soon we'll tame; I'll straight 
at the four corners bid set the hall on 
flame, And thus will I revenge me at 
once for all my woes." Quick Etzel's 
knights made ready, and fell upon her 
foes. 

XXXI

 Who yet without were standing, they 
instant drove within By dint of darts 
and broadsword; deafening rose the din; 
Yet naught their valiant followers 
could from the princes part; Close 
link'd they stood together with fix'd 
and faithful heart. 

XXXII

 With that, the wife of Etzel bade set 
the hall on fire. How sore then were 
they tortur'd in burning anguish dire! 
At once, as the wind freshened, the 
house was in a glow. Never, I ween, 
were mortals in such extremes of woe. 

XXXIII

 "We all are lost together," each to 
his neighbor cried, "It had been far 
better we had in battle died. Now God 
have mercy on us! woe for this fiery 
pain! Ah! what a monstrous vengeance 
the bloody queen has ta'en!" 

XXXIV

 Then faintly said another, "Needs must 
we here fall dead! What boots us now 
the greeting, to us by Etzel sped? Ah 
me! I'm so tormented by thirst from 
burning heat, That in this horrid 
anguish my life must quickly fleet." 

XXXV

 Thereat outspake Sir Hagan, the noble 
knight and good, "Let each, by thirst 
torment'd, take here a draught of 
blood. In such a heat, believe me, 'tis 
better far than wine. Naught's for the 
time so fitting; such counsel, friends, 
is mine." 

XXXVI

 With that straight went a warrior, 
where a warm corpse he found. On the 
dead down knelt he; his helmet he 
unbound; Then greedily began he to 
drink the flowing blood. However 
unaccustom'd, it seem'd him passing 
good. 

XXXVII

 "Now God requite thee, Hagan," the 
weary warrior cried, "For such 
refreshing beverage by your advice 
supplied. It has been my lot but seldom 
to drink of better wine. For life am I 
thy servant for this fair hint of 
thine." 

XXXVIII

 When th' others heard and witness'd 
with what delight he quaff'd, Yet many 
more among them drank too the bloody 
draught, It strung again their sinews, 
and failing strength renew'd. This in 
her lover's person many a fair lady 
rued. 

XXXIX

 Into the hall upon them the 
fire-flakes thickly fell; These with 
their shields they warded warily and 
well. With smoke and heat together they 
were tormented sore. Never, I ween, 
good warriors such burning anguish 
bore. 

XL

 Through smoke and flame cried Hagan, 
"Stand close against the wall; Let not 
the burning ashes on your helm-laces 
fall; Into the blood yet deeper tread 
every fiery flake. In sooth, this feast 
of Kriemhild's is ghastly merry-make." 

XLI

 'Twas well for the Burgundians that 
vaulted was the roof; This was, in all 
their danger, the more to their behoof. 
Only about the windows from fire they 
suffer'd sore. Still, as their spirit 
impell'd them, themselves they bravely 
bore. 

XLII

 In such extremes of anguish pass'd off 
the dreary night. Before the hall yet 
sleepless stood the gleeman wight, And 
leaning on his buckler, with Hagan by 
his side, Look'd out, what further 
mischief might from the Huns betide. 

XLIII

 Then thus bespoke he Hagan, "Let's 
back into the hall; These Huns will 
then imagine that we have perish'd all 
In the fiery torment they kindled to 
our ill. They'll see yet some among us 
who'll do them battle still." 

XLIV

 Then the youthful Giselher, the bold 
Burgundian, spake, "Methinks the breeze 
is fresh'ning, the day begins to break. 
Better times may wait us--grant it God 
in heaven! To us my sister Kriemhild a 
fatal feast has given." 

XLV

 With that outspake a warrior, "Ay! now 
I see the day. Since we can hope no 
better in this our hard assay, Let each 
don straight the harness, and think 
upon his life; For soon will be upon us 
King Etzel's murderous wife." 

XLVI

 The host he little doubted but all the 
guests were dead, By toil and fiery 
torture alike so ill bestead. But yet 
within were living six hundred fearless 
wights; Crowned king about him ne'er 
had better knights. 

XLVII

 The scouts who watched the strangers, 
had now the truth descried, That, spite 
of all the travail and torment that had 
tried The strength of lords and 
liegemen, they had survived it all, And 
safe and sound as ever stalk'd up and 
down the hall. 

XLVIII

 'Twas told the queen that many 
unharm'd were yet to see; "No! no!" 
made Kriemhild answer, "Sure it can 
never be That such a fiery tempest has 
spared a single head. Far sooner will I 
credit that one and all are dead." 

XLIX

 Still long'd both lords and liegemen 
for mercy and for grace, If they might 
look for either from any there in 
place; But neither grace nor mercy 
found they in Hunnish land, So 
vengeance for their ruin they took with 
eager hand. 

L

 And now by early morning a deafening 
hostile din Greeted the weary warriors; 
sore peril hemm'd them in. From all 
sides round, against them a shower of 
missiles flew; The dauntless band full 
knightly stood on defence anew. 

LI

 The mighty men of Etzel came on 
embolden'd more, For that they hoped 
from Kriemhild to win her precious 
store; And others, too, would frankly 
their king's command obey; Thus had 
full many among them to look on death 
that day. 

LII

 Of promises and presents strange 
marvels might be told. She bade bring 
bucklers forward heap'd high with ruddy 
gold; She gave to all who'd take it; 
none empty went away. Never were spent 
such treasures to work a foe's decay. 

LIII

 The best part of the champions came on 
in warlike gear. Then cried the valiant 
Folker, "We're still to be found here. 
Warriors advance to battle ne'er saw I 
yet so fain, As those, who to destroy 
us, King Etzel's gold have ta'en." 

LIV

 Then from within cried many, "Nearer, 
ye warriors, still! What's to be done, 
do quickly, whether for good or ill. 
Here's not a man among us but is 
resolv'd to die." Darts straight fill'd 
all their bucklers, so quick the Huns 
let fly. 

LV

 What can I tell you further? twelve 
hundred men or more To force the fatal 
entrance attempted o'er and o'er. But 
with sharp wounds the strangers soon 
cool'd their fiery mood. None the stern 
strife could sever; flow might you see 
the blood 

LVI

 From gashes deep and deadly; full many 
there were slain, Comrade there for 
comrade wept and wail'd in vain, Till 
all in death together sank Etzel's 
valiants low. Sore mourn'd for them 
their kinsmen in wild but bootless woe. 



THIRTY-SEVENTH ADVENTURE

HOW MARGRAVE RUDEGER WAS SLAIN 

I

 That morn had fought the strangers as 
fitted well their fame; Meanwhile fair 
Gotelind's husband into the courtyard 
came. Naught saw he there on all sides 
but woe and doleful drear. At the sight 
wept inly the faithful Rudeger. 

II

 "Woe's me," began the margrave, "That 
ever I was born, That none can stay the 
sorrows of this disastrous morn! 
Howe'er I long for concord, the king 
will ne'er agree; Woes sees he wax 
around him, and more has yet to see." 

III

 With that, the faithful margrave to 
good Sir Dietrich sent, That they might 
seek together to turn the king's 
intent. Thereto sent answer Dietrich, 
"The mischief who can stay? To none 
will now King Etzel give leave to part 
the fray." 

IV

 Just then a Hunnish warrior observ'd 
the margrave true With tearful eyes 
there standing, as he was wont to do. 
The same thus said to Kriemhild, "See 
how he stands to-day, Whom Etzel o'er 
his fellows hath rais'd to power and 
sway, 

V

 "He who from all has service, from 
liegemen and from land! O'er what a 
crowd of castles has Rudeger command! 
How much the royal Etzel has giv'n him, 
well we know, Yet ne'er in all this 
battle has he struck one knightly blow. 

VI

 "Methinks, of what befalls us he takes 
but little care, While of broad fiefs 
at pleasure he holds an ample share. 
'Tis said, in skill and courage the 
margrave stands alone, But ill, I'm 
sure, have either here in our need been 
shown. 

VII

 In angry mood this slander the 
faithful warrior took; He turn'd and on 
the murmurer cast a withering look. 
Thought he, "Thou sure shalt pay for 
it; thou say'st that I am cow'd; I'll 
show how much I fear thee: thy tale was 
told too loud." 

VIII

 At once his fist he doubled, and 
fiercely on him ran. Such a fearful 
buffet he dealt the Hunnish man, As 
needed not a second; dead at his feet 
he lay. This wrung the heart of Etzel 
and heighten'd his dismay. 

IX

 "Away with thee, base babbler!" (thus 
the good margrave spake) "Here have I 
pain and trouble enough my heart to 
break, And thou, too, must revile me, 
as here I would not fight! These guests 
I should with reason have held in high 
despite, 

X

 "And plagued them to my utmost alike 
in act and thought, But that I the 
warriors myself had hither brought. I 
was their guide and conduct into my 
master's land; Against them ne'er can 
Rudeger uplift his wanderer's hand." 

XI

 Then unto the margrave spake Etzel 
standing near, "How have you this day 
help'd us, right noble Rudeger! When 
dead in such abundance our bleeding 
country fill, More we nothing needed; 
you've done us grievous ill." 

XII

 The noble knight made answer, "I own 
he stirr'd my mood, Twitting me with 
the favors (brawler coarse and rude!) 
That thy free hand so largely has 
shower'd upon me here; But his 
malicious tattle hath cost the liar 
dear." 

XIII

 Then came the fair Queen Kriemhild; 
she too had seen full well What from 
the hero's anger the luckless Hun 
befell; And she too mourn'd it deeply; 
with tears her eyes were wet. Thus she 
spake to Rudeger, "How have we ever yet 

XIV

 "Deserv'd, that you, good Rudeger, 
should make our anguish more; Now sure 
to me and Etzel you've promised o'er 
and o'er, That you both life and honor 
would risk to do us right. That you're 
the flower of knighthood, is own'd by 
every knight. 

XV

 "Now think upon the homage that once 
to me you swore, When to the Rhine, 
good warrior, King Etzel's suit you 
bore, That you would serve me ever to 
either's dying day. Ne'er can I need so 
deeply, that you that vow should pay." 

XVI

 "Tis true, right noble lady; in this 
we're not at strife; I pledg'd, to do 
you service, my honor and my life, But 
my soul to hazard never did I vow. I 
brought the princes hither, and must 
not harm them now." 

XVII

 Said she, "Remember, Rudeger, the 
promise thou didst make, Thy word, thy 
oath remember that thou would'st 
vengeance take On whosoever wrong'd me, 
and wrong with wrong repay." Thereto 
replied the margrave, "I've never said 
you nay." 

XVIII

 With that, to beg and pray him the 
king began as well; King and queen 
together both at his feet they fell. 
Then might you the good margrave have 
seen full ill bestead, And thus in 
bitterest anguish the faithful hero 
said. 

XIX

 "Woe's me the heaven-abandon'd, that I 
have liv'd to this! Farewell to all my 
honors! woe for my first amiss! My 
truth--my God-giv'n innocence--must 
they be both forgot? Woe's me, O God in 
heaven! that death relieves me not! 

XX

 "Which part soe'er I foster, and 
whichsoe'er I shun, In either case 
forsaken is good, and evil done; But 
should I side with neither, all would 
the waverer blame. Ah! would He deign 
to guide me, from whom my being came!" 

XXI

 Still went they on imploring, the king 
and eke his wife, Whence many a valiant 
warrior soon came to lose his life By 
the strong hand of Rudeger, and he, 
too, lastly fell. So all his tale of 
sorrow you now shall hear me tell. 

XXII

 He nothing thence expected but loss 
and mortal teen. Fain had he giv'n 
denial alike to king and queen. Much 
fear'd the gentle margrave, if in the 
stern debate He slew but one 
Burgundian, the world would bear him 
hate. 

XXIII

 With that, unto King Etzel thus spake 
the warrior bold, "Sir king! take back, 
I pray you, all that of you I hold, My 
fiefs, both lands and castles; let none 
with me remain. To distant realms, a 
wanderer, I'll foot it forth again. 

XXIV

 "Thus stripp'd of all possessions I'll 
leave at once your land. Rather my wife 
and daughter I'll take in either hand, 
Than faithless and dishonor'd in 
hateful strife lie dead. Ah! to my own 
destruction I've ta'en your gold so 
red." 

XXV

 Thereto replied King Etzel, "Who then 
will succor me? My land as well as 
liegemen, all will I give to thee, If 
thou'lt revenge me, Rudeger, and smite 
my foemen down. High shalt thou rule 
with Etzel, and share his kingly 
crown." 

XXVI

 Then spake the blameless margrave, 
"How shall I begin? To my house I bade 
them, as guests I took them in, Set 
meat and drink before them, they at my 
table fed, And my best gifts I gave 
them;--how can I strike them dead? 

XXVII

 "The folk ween in their folly that out 
of fear I shrink. No! no! on former 
favors, on ancient bonds I think. I 
serv'd the noble princes, I serv'd 
their followers too, And knit with them 
the friendship, I now so deeply rue. 

XXVIII

 "I to the youthful Giselher my 
daughter gave of late; In all the world 
the maiden could find no fitter mate, 
True, faithful, brave, well-nurtur'd, 
rich, and of high degree; Young prince 
yet saw I never so virtue-fraught as 
he." 

XXIX

 Then thus bespake him Kriemhild, 
"Right noble Rudeger Take pity on our 
anguish! thou see'st us kneeling here, 
The king and me, before thee; both 
clasp thy honor'd knees. Sure never 
host yet feasted such fatal guests as 
these." 

XXX

 With that, the noble margrave thus to 
the queen 'gan say, "Sure must the life 
of Rudeger for all the kindness pay, 
That you to me, my lady, and my lord 
the king have done. For this I'm doom'd 
to perish, and that ere set of sun. 

XXXI

 "Full well I know, this morning, my 
castles and my land Both will to you 
fall vacant by stroke of foeman's hand, 
And so my wife and daughter I to your 
grace commend, And all at Bechlaren, 
each trusty homeless friend." 

XXXII

 "Now God," replied King Etzel, "reward 
thee, Rudeger!" He and his queen 
together resum'd their lively cheer. 
"From us shall all thy people receive 
whate'er they need; Thou too, I trust, 
this morning thyself wilt fairly 
speed." 

XXXIII

 So body and soul to hazard put the 
blameless man. Meanwhile the wife of 
Etzel sorely to weep began. Said he, 
"My word I gave you, I'll keep it well 
to-day. Woe for my friends, whom 
Rudeger in his own despite must slay." 

XXXIV

 With that, straight from King Etzel he 
went with many a sigh. Soon his band of 
heroes found he muster'd nigh. Said he, 
"Up now, my warriors! don all your 
armor bright. I 'gainst the bold 
Burgundians must to my sorrow fight." 

XXXV

 Quick his valiant followers bade their 
arms be brought. In a trice th' 
attendants shields and helms up caught, 
And all their glittering harness bore 
to their masters bold. Soon to the 
haughty strangers the sorry news were 
told. 

XXXVI

 Arm'd were to see with Rudeger five 
hundred men of might; Twelve besides 
went with him, each a prowest knight, 
Who hoped to win them worship on that 
fierce Rhenish band. Little thought the 
warriors, how close was Death at hand. 

XXXVII

 So to war the margrave under helmet 
strode; Sharpest swords his meiny 
brandish'd as they rode; Each in hand, 
bright-flashing, held his shield 
before. That saw the dauntless minstrel 
and seeing sorrow'd sore. 

XXXVIII

 Then too was by young Giselher his 
lady's father seen With helm laced as 
for battle; "What," thought he, "can he 
mean? But naught can mean the margrave 
but what is just and right." At the 
thought full joyous wax'd the youthful 
knight. 

XXXIX

 "Well's me with friends so faithful," 
Sir Giselher 'gan say, "These, whom by 
happy fortune we gain'd upon the way. 
My late-espoused lady will stand us in 
good stead. In sooth it much contents 
me, that e'er I came to wed." 

XL

 "I know not what you trust in;" thus 
the stern minstrel spake; "Where saw 
you warriors ever for reconcilement's 
sake With helmets laced advancing, and 
naked swords in hand? On us will earn 
Sir Rudeger his castles and his land." 

XLI

 Scarcely the valiant minstrel his 
words had utter'd all, When the noble 
Rudeger was close before the hall. His 
shield, well prov'd in battle, before 
his feet he laid, But neither proferr'd 
service, nor friendly greeting made. 

XLII

 To those within he shouted, "Look not 
for succor hence; Ye valiant 
Nibelungers, now stand on your defence. 
I'd fain have been your comrade; your 
foe I now must be. We once were friends 
together; now from that bond I'm free." 

XLIII

 The hard-beset Burgundians to hear his 
words were woe. Was not a man among 
them, but sorrow'd, high and low, That 
thus a friend and comrade would 'gainst 
them mingle blows, When they so much 
already had suffer'd from their foes. 

XLIV

 "Now God forbid," said Gunther, "that 
such a knight as you To the faith, 
wherein we trusted, should ever prove 
untrue, And turn upon his comrades in 
such an hour as this. Ne'er can I think 
that Rudeger can do so much amiss." 

XLV

 "I can't go back," said Rudeger, "the 
deadly die is cast; I must with you do 
battle; to that my word is past. So 
each of you defend him as he loves his 
life. I must perform my promise, so 
wills King Etzel's wife," 

XLVI

 Said Gunther, "This renouncement comes 
all too late to-day. May God, right 
noble Rudeger, you for the favors pay 
Which you so oft have done us, if e'en 
unto the end To those, who ever lov'd 
you, you show yourself a friend. 

XLVII

 "Ever shall we be your servants for 
all you've deign'd to give, Both I and 
my good kinsmen, if by your aid we 
live. Your precious gifts, fair tokens 
of love and friendship dear, Given when 
you brought us hither, now think of 
them, good Rudeger!" 

XLVIII

 "How fain that would I grant you!" the 
noble knight replied; "Would that my 
gifts forever might in your hands 
abide, I'd fain in all assist you, that 
life concerns or fame, But that I fear, 
so doing, to get reproach and shame." 

XLIX

 "Think not of that, good Rudeger," 
said Gernot, "in such need. Sure host 
ne'er guests entreated so well in word 
or deed, As you did us, your comrades, 
when late with you we stay'd. If hence 
alive you bring us, 'twill be in full 
repaid." 

L

 "Now would to God! Sir Gernot," said 
Rudeger ill bestead, "That you were 
safe in Rhineland, and I with honor 
dead! Now must I fight against you to 
serve your sister's ends. Sure never 
yet were strangers entreated worse by 
friends." 

LI

 "Sir Rudeger," answer'd Gernot, "God's 
blessing wait on you For all your 
gorgeous presents! your death I sore 
should rue, Should that pure virtue 
perish, which ill the world can spare. 
Your sword, which late you gave me, 
here by my side I wear. 

LII

 "It never once has failed me in all 
this bloody fray; Lifeless beneath its 
edges many a good champion lay. Most 
perfect is its temper; 'tis sharp and 
strong as bright; Knight sure a gift so 
goodly will give no more to knight. 

LIII

 "Yet, should you not go backward, but 
turn our foe to-day, If of the friends 
around me in hostile mood you slay, 
With your own sword, good Rudeger, I 
need must take your life, Though you 
(heaven knows) I pity, and your good 
and noble wife." 

LIV

 "Ah! would to heaven, Sir Gernot, that 
it might e'en be so! That e'en as you 
would wish it this matter all might go, 
And your good friends 'scape harmless 
from this abhorred strife! Then sure 
should trust in Gernot my daughter and 
my wife." 

LV

 With that, the bold Burgundian, fair 
Uta's youngest, cried, "Why do you 
thus, Sir Rudeger? my friends here by 
my side All love you, e'en as I do; why 
kindle strife so wild? 'Tis ill so soon 
to widow your late-betrothed child. 

LVI

 "Should you now and your followers 
wage war upon me here, How cruel and 
unfriendly 'twill to the world appear! 
For more than on all others on you I 
still relied, And took, through such 
affiance, your daughter for my bride." 

LVII

 "Fair king! thy troth remember," the 
blameless knight 'gan say, "Should God 
be pleas'd in safety to send thee hence 
away. Let not the maiden suffer for 
aught that I do ill. By your own 
princely virtue vouchsafe her favor 
still." 

LVIII

 "That will I do and gladly," the 
youthful knight replied, "But should my 
high-born kinsmen, who here within 
abide, Once die by thee, no longer 
could I thy friend be styl'd; My 
constant love 'twould sever from thee 
and from thy child." 

LIX

 "Then God have mercy on us!" the 
valiant margrave said. At once their 
shields they lifted, and forward 
fiercely sped In the hall of Kriemhild 
to force the stranger crowd. Thereat 
down from the stair-head Sir Hagan 
shouted loud, 

LX

 "Tarry yet a little, right noble 
Rudeger! I and my lords a moment would 
yet with you confer; Thereto hard need 
compels us, and danger gathering nigh; 
What boot were it for Etzel though here 
forlorn we die? 

LXI

 "I'm now," pursued Sir Hagan, "beset 
with grievous care; The shield that 
Lady Gotelind gave me late to bear, Is 
hewn and all-to broken by many a 
Hunnish brand. I brought it fair and 
friendly hither to Etzel's land. 

LXII

 "Ah! that to me this favor heaven 
would be pleas'd to yield That I might 
to defend me bear so well-prov'd a 
shield, As that, right noble Rudeger, 
before thee now display'd! No more 
should I in battle need then the 
hauberk's aid." 

LXIII

 "Fain with the same I'd serve thee to 
th' height of thy desire, But that I 
fear, such proffer might waken 
Kriemhild's ire. Still, take it to 
thee, Hagan, and wield it well in hand. 
Ah! might'st thou bring it with thee to 
thy Burgundian land!" 

LXIV

 While thus with words so courteous so 
fair a gift he sped, The eyes of many a 
champion with scalding tears were red. 
'Twas the last gift, that buckler, e'er 
given to comrade dear By the Lord of 
Bechlaren, the blameless Rudeger. 

LXV

 However stern was Hagan, and of 
unyielding mood, Still at the gift he 
melted, which one so great and good 
Gave in his last few moments, e'en on 
the eve of fight, And with the stubborn 
warrior mourn'd many a noble knight. 

LXVI

 "Now God in heaven, good Rudeger, thy 
recompenser be! Your like on earth, I'm 
certain, we never more shall see, Who 
gifts so good and gorgeous to homeless 
wanderers give. May God protect your 
virtue, that it may ever live! 

LXVII

 "Alas! this bloody business!" Sir 
Hagan then went on, "We have had to 
bear much sorrow, and more shall have 
anon. Must friend with friend do 
battle, nor heaven the conflict part?" 
The noble margrave answer'd, "That 
wounds my inmost heart." 

LXVIII

 "Now for thy gift I'll quit thee, 
right noble Rudeger! Whate'er may 
chance between thee and my bold 
comrades here, My hand shall touch thee 
never amidst the heady fight, Not e'en 
if thou should'st slaughter every 
Burgundian knight." 

LXIX

 For that to him bow'd courteous the 
blameless Rudeger. Then all around were 
weeping for grief and doleful drear, 
Since none th' approaching mischief had 
hope to turn aside. The father of all 
virtue in that good margrave died. 

LXX

 Then from the house call'd Folker, the 
minstrel good at need, "Now that my 
comrade Hagan has to this truce agreed, 
From my hand too, Sir Rudeger, take 
firm and sure the same. You've ever 
well deserv'd it since to this land we 
came. 

LXXI

 "For me, most noble margrave! you must 
a message bear; These bracelets red 
were given me late by your lady fair, 
To wear at this high festal before the 
royal Hun. View them thyself, and tell 
her that I've her bidding done." 

LXXII

 "Ah! might it please th' Almighty," 
Sir Rudeger replied, "That the 
margravine hereafter should give you 
more beside! Yet doubt not, noble 
Folker, I'll bear this message fain To 
my true love and lady, if e'er we meet 
again." 

LXXIII

 So promis'd gentle Rudeger, nor longer 
dallied yet; Up his shield he lifted, 
and forward fiercely set. He leapt on 
the Burgundians like a prowest knight; 
Many a swift stroke among them he 
struck to left and right. 

LXXIV

 Sir Folker and Sir Hagan both from him 
further stepp'd According to their 
promise which faithfully they kept, But 
at the stairs were standing warriors so 
bold and stout, That Rudeger the battle 
began with anxious doubt. 

LXXV

 King Gunther and Sir Gernot in let him 
force his way To take his life the 
surer; stern knights and fierce were 
they. Young Giselher kept his distance; 
e'en yet he look'd for life, So spar'd, 
though half unwilling, the father of 
his wife. 

LXXVI

 Forward the margrave's warriors leapt 
with fierce intent; In their master's 
footsteps manfully they went. 
Sharp-cutting blades they brandish'd as 
in close fight they strove, And 
shiver'd many a buckler, and many a 
morion clove. 

LXXVII

 The guests, though faint and weary, 
dealt many a storm-swift blow At those 
of Bechlaren, that deep and smooth did 
go To flesh and bone and inward through 
links of iron weed. They wrought in 
that stern struggle full many a doughty 
deed. 

LXXVIII

 The noble train of Rudeger now in had 
enter'd all. Folker at once and Hagan 
leapt on them in the hall, Nor quarter 
gave to any, but to that single man. 
The blood beneath their broadswords 
down through the helmets ran. 

LXXIX

 What a fearful clatter of clashing 
blades there rang! From shields beneath 
the buffets how the plates they sprang, 
And precious stones unnumber'd rain'd 
down into the gore. They fought so fell 
and furious as man will never more. 

LXXX

 The Lord of Bechlaren went slashing 
here and there, As one who well in 
battle knew how himself to bear. Well 
prov'd the noble Rudeger in that day's 
bloody fight, That never handled weapon 
a more redoubted knight. 

LXXXI

 On the other side the slaughter 
Gunther and Gernot led; They smote in 
that grim conflict full many a hero 
dead; Giselher and Dankwart, little of 
aught reck'd they; Full many a prowest 
champion they brought to his last day. 

LXXXII

 Well prov'd the fiery margrave his 
strength and courage too, His weapon 
and his harness;--ah! what a host he 
slew! That saw a bold Burgundian; his 
passion mounted high. Alas for noble 
Rudeger! e'en then his death drew nigh. 

LXXXIII

 Loud o'er the din of battle stout 
Gernot shouted then, "How now, right 
noble Rudeger? not one of all my men 
Thou'lt leave me here unwounded; in 
sooth it grieves me sore To see my 
friends thus slaughter'd; bear it can I 
no more. 

LXXXIV

 "Now must thy gift too surely the 
giver harm to-day, Since of my friends 
so many thy strength has swept away. So 
turn about, and face me, thou bold and 
high-born man! Thy goodly gift to 
merit, I'll do the best I can." 

LXXXV

 Ere through the press the margrave 
could come Sir Gerno nigh, Full many a 
glittering mailcoat was stain'd a 
bloody die. Then those fame-greedy 
champions each fierce on th' other 
leapt, And deadly wounds at distance 
with wary ward they kept. 

LXXXVI

 So sharp were both their broadswords, 
resistless was their dint; Sudden the 
good Sir Rudeger through th' helmet 
hard as flint So struck the noble 
Gernot, that forth the blood it broke; 
With death the stern Burgundian repaid 
the deadly stroke. 

LXXXVII

 He heav'd the gift of Rudeger with 
both his hands on high, And, to the 
death though wounded, a stroke at him 
let fly Right through both shield and 
morion; deep was the gash and wide. At 
once the lord of Gotelind beneath the 
swordcut died. 

LXXXVIII

 In sooth a gift so goodly was worse 
requited ne'er, Down dead dropp'd both 
together, Gernot and Rudeger, Each 
slain by th' other's manhood, then 
prov'd, alas! too well. Thereat first 
Sir Hagan furious wax'd and fell. 

LXXXIX

 Then cried the knight of Trony, "Sure 
we with ill are cross'd; Their country 
and their people in both these chiefs 
have lost More than they'll e'er 
recover;--woe worth this fatal day! We 
have here the margrave's meiny, and 
they for all shall pay." 

XC

 All struck at one another, none would 
a foeman spare. Full many a one, 
unwounded, down was smitten there, Who 
else might have 'scap'd harmless, but 
now, though whole and sound, In the 
thick press was trampled, or in the 
blood was drown'd. 

XCI

 "Alas! my luckless brother who here in 
death lies low! How every hour I'm 
living brings some fresh tale of woe! 
And ever must I sorrow for the good 
margrave too. On both sides dire 
destruction and mortal ills we rue." 

XCII

 Soon as the youthful Giselher beheld 
his brother dead, Who yet within were 
lingering by sudden doom were sped. 
Death, his pale meiny choosing, dealt 
each his dreary dole. Of those of 
Bechlaren 'scap'd not one living soul. 

XCIII

 King Gunther and young Giselher, and 
fearless Hagan, too, Dankwart as well 
as Folker, the noble knights and true, 
Went where they found together 
out-stretch'd the valiant twain. There 
wept th' assembled warriors in anguish 
o'er the slain. 

XCIV

 "Death fearfully despoils us," said 
youthful Giselher, "But now give over 
wailing, and haste to th' open air To 
cool our heated hauberks, faint as we 
are with strife. God, methinks, no 
longer will here vouchsafe us life." 

XCV

 This sitting, that reclining, was seen 
full many a knight; They took repose in 
quiet; around (a fearful sight!) Lay 
Rudeger's dead comrades; all was hush'd 
and still; From that long dreary 
silence King Etzel augur'd ill. 

XCVI

 "Alas for this half friendship!" thus 
Kriemhild frowning spake, "If it were 
true and steadfast, Sir Rudeger would 
take Vengeance wide and sweeping on 
yonder murderous band; Now back he'll 
bring them safely to their Burgundian 
land. 

XCVII

 "What boot our gifts, King Etzel? Was 
it, my lord, for this We gave him all 
he ask'd us? The chief has done amiss. 
He who should have reveng'd us will now 
a treaty make." Thereto in answer 
Folker, the gallant minstrel, spake. 

XCVIII

 "Not so the truth is, lady! the more 
the pity, too! If one the lie might 
venture to give a dame like you, Most 
foully 'gainst the margrave you've 
lied, right noble queen! Sore trick'd 
in that same treaty he and his men have 
been. 

XCIX

 "With such good-will the margrave his 
king's commands obey'd, That he and all 
his meiny dead on this floor are laid. 
Now look about you, Kriemhild! for 
servants seek anew; Well were you 
serv'd by Rudeger; he to the death was 
true. 

C

 "The fact, if still you're doubting, 
before your eyes we'll bring." 'Twas 
done e'en of set purpose her heart the 
more to wring. They brought the mangled 
margrave, where Etzel saw him well. Th' 
assembled knights of Hungary such utter 
anguish ne'er befell. 

CI

 When thus held high before them they 
saw the margrave dead, Sure by the 
choicest writer could ne'er be penn'd 
nor said The woful burst of wailing 
from woman and eke from man, That from 
the heart's deep sorrow to strike all 
ears began. 

CII

 Above his weeping people King Etzel 
sorrow'd sore; His deep-voiced wail 
resounded loud as the lion's roar In 
the night-shaded desert; the like did 
Kriemhild too; They mourn'd in heart 
for Rudeger, the valiant and the true. 



THIRTY-EIGHTH ADVENTURE

HOW SIR DIETRICH'S MEN WERE ALL SLAIN 

I

 The cry of lamentation now spread so 
far around That tower and hall and 
palace rang with the rueful sound. A 
certain Berner heard it, the noble 
Dietrich's man. To tell the bloody 
tidings, how swift away he ran! 

II

 Then thus the prince bespake he, "Sir 
Dietrich, hear my tale; Surely heard I 
never such wild and woful wail, As in 
my ears is ringing, through all the 
life I've past. The king himself, I 
doubt not, has join'd the feast at 
last. 

III

 "Why else should such loud sorrow 
through all the people spread? The 
king, or Lady Kriemhild, or both of 
them are dead, By those redoubted 
strangers laid low through fell 
despite; So weeping and so wailing is 
many a courtly knight." 

IV

 Then outspake the Berner, "My merrymen 
every one, Now be not over-hasty; what 
has e'en now been done By those 
home-distant champions, through hard 
constraint befell. I proffer'd them my 
service, now let it boot them well." 

V

 Quick then spake Sir Wolfhart, 
"Straight I'll thither run, And inquire 
the tidings, what the guests have done, 
Then, my good lord, will tell you, when 
I there have been And of the truth 
possess'd me, what all this wail may 
mean." 

VI

 Thereto replied Sir Dietrich, "When 
the heart is gall, Should reckless, 
rough inquiries just then perchance 
befall, Wrath's yet glowing embers 
flame up with ease anew. I would not 
have the question, good Wolfhart, ask'd 
by you." 

VII

 Then turn'd he to Sir Helfrich, and 
bade him speed his best, And either 
from Hungarian or from stranger guest 
Learn what had really happen'd, that so 
their grief had stirr'd. Ne'er had in 
any country so wild a wail been heard. 

VIII

 The messenger 'gan question, "Why what 
has here been done?" "Oh! we are lost 
forever!" straight replied a Hun. "All 
joy's forever vanish'd, that cheer'd 
King Etzel's reign. Here lies the noble 
Rudeger, by yon Burgundians slain. 

IX

 "Of those who enter'd with him 
return'd no living soul," At the words 
stood Helfrich struck dumb with mortal 
dole. Tale of such deep horror never 
met his ear. The messenger to Dietrich 
went back with many a tear. 

X

 "What are the news you bring us?" 
cried Dietrich at the sight, "Why do 
you weep so bitterly, Sir Helfrich, 
noble knight?" "Alas!" exclaim'd the 
champion, "well may I weep and plain; 
The hands of yon Burgundians good 
Rudeger have slain." 

XI

 "Now God forbid!" cried Dietrich, 
"that could I ne'er have ween'd; Sure 
'twere a fearful vengeance, and sport 
for the foul fiend. How at their hands 
had Rudeger deserv'd so sad an end? 
Full well I know, those strangers had 
ne'er so firm a friend." 

XII

 Then answer made Sir Wolfhart, "If 
they this deed have done, Their lives 
shall pay the forfeit; die shall they 
every one. 'Twould be to our dishonor, 
should we such outrage bear. Oft we 
have had good service from noble 
Rudeger." 

XIII

 The lord of th' Amelungers yet more to 
know was bent. Down sat he at a window 
anxious and ill content; Then 
Hildebrand straight bade he haste to 
the strangers bold, And what had really 
happen'd from their own lips be told. 

XIV

 A well-approved warrior was master 
Hildebrand, Yet took he, on his 
message, nor shield nor sword in hand, 
For all in peaceful fashion to seek the 
guests he meant. His sister's son 
beheld it with angry discontent. 

XV

 Then sternly spake grim Wolfhart, "If 
thus unarm'd you go, Naught but 
reproach and insult can hap from such a 
foe. With outrage and dishonor needs 
must you hither back; But if you're 
seen in harness, you'll find the 
foremost slack." 

XVI

 So th' old and wise took counsel of 
the foolish and the young. Ere he could 
don his armor, theirs on in haste had 
flung All the knights of Dietrich; each 
shook his naked blade. Sore it irk'd 
the warrior; full fain had he renounced 
such aid. 

XVII

 Whither would they, inquir'd 
he--"Thither, good knight with you; 
What if o'erweening Hagan, to his ill 
habit true, So much the worse upon you 
his spite and scorn should vent." When 
this was told the champion, he could 
not but consent. 

XVIII

 Soon as the valiant Folker saw 
sheath'd in armor bright The flower of 
Bern advancing, Sir Dietrich's men of 
might, Bucklers all uplifting, girded 
all with swords, Ready notice gave he 
to his Burgundian lords. 

XIX

 Thus spake the fearless minstrel, "On 
this, my lords, advise; There see I 
Dietrich's Berners come on in hostile 
guise, All helmeted and 
harnessed;--they'll fight us, well I 
know. With us forlorn and friendless 
ill now, I ween, 'twill go." 

XX

 Scarce had he done speaking, when 
Hildebrand came on. Before his feet the 
warrior set down his shield anon, And 
thus began his question to put to 
Gunther's crew; "Alas! ye valiant 
heroes, what has Rudeger done to you? 

XXI

 "I come from my lord Dietrich, from 
you the truth to gain, If any here 
among you with bloody hand has slain 
The good and noble margrave, as some to 
us declare. Such weight of mortal 
sorrow were more than we could bear." 

XXII

 "The woful news," said Hagan, "cannot 
be denied; Would for the sake of 
Rudeger your messenger had lied, And 
yet the chief were living! 'tis all too 
true a tale; For the good knight must 
ever both man and woman wail." 

XXIII

 Soon as the knights of Dietrich heard 
he indeed was dead, As love and truth 
impell'd them, they wailed drearihead. 
Bitter tears forth gushing beard and 
chin ran o'er; Such deep remorse for 
Rudeger in their inmost hearts they 
bore. 

XXIV

 A duke of Bern, Sir Siegstab, sighing 
then began, "So comes to end the 
kindness, wherewith this blameless man, 
After our days of sorrow, reliev'd our 
woe and pain. Here the poor exile's 
comfort lies by you heroes slain." 

XXV

 Next him, the Amelunger, the good Sir 
Wolfwine, said, "If I saw to-day my 
father before me lying dead, More I 
could not sorrow e'en for such a life. 
Alas! who now can comfort the gentle 
margrave's wife?" 

XXVI

 Then spake in storm of passion 
Wolfhart the moody knight, "Who now 
will harnessed warriors lead to so many 
a fight, As oft has done the margrave, 
and to our foemen's cost, Alas! right 
noble Rudeger, that thee we thus have 
lost!" 

XXVII

 Sir Wolfbrand and Sir Helfrich and eke 
Sir Helmnot shed True tears, with all 
their comrades, for him who there lay 
dead. Old Hildebrand through sobbing 
could not inquire the rest; Said he, 
"Go to, ye warriors, perform my lord's 
request. 

XXVIII

 "Give us the corpse of Rudeger from 
out yon reeking hall; So pale and dead 
lies with him the comfort of us all; 
And let us now requite him for all he 
e'er has done To us of his great 
kindness, and besides to many a one. 

XXIX

 "We ourselves are exiles like 
blameless Rudeger. Wherefore would you 
delay us? Him hence then let us bear, 
And pay him every honor now that he 
dead is laid. Such unto the living we 
gladlier would have paid." 

XXX

 Thereto replied King Gunther, "Service 
so good is none, As after death, Sir 
Hildebrand, to friend by friend is 
done. That, whosoe'er performs it, firm 
steadfast faith I call. You pay him as 
is fitting, for well he serv'd you 
all." 

XXXI

 "How long must we be waiting?" cried 
Wolfhart proud and high; "Since our 
choicest comfort you have done to die, 
And we no more can have him amongst us 
safe and sound, Let us take him 
forthwith hence to the burial ground." 

XXXII

 "None here will fetch him to you," the 
minstrel answer gave; "Enter the hall 
and take him, where lifeless lies the 
brave, Deep gash'd with gaping 
death-wounds, as in the blood he fell. 
'Tis all you can do for him, and thus 
you'll serve him well." 

XXXIII

 "Sir gleeman," said fierce Wolfhart, 
"you've done us grievous ill. God 
knows, that you had better not move us 
further still. But for my lord's 
injunctions, you'd be in evil plight; 
Now we must pass it over; forbidd'n are 
we to fight." 

XXXIV

 Then spake the fiery minstrel, "His 
courage is but small, Who, soon as one 
forbids him, would fain pass over all. 
Such can I never reckon the mood of a 
true knight." His comrade's words Sir 
Hagan approv'd as just and right. 

XXXV

 "Persist not to provoke me," said 
Wolfhart, "or full soon Your strings, 
without your leave too, I'll put so out 
of tune, You'll have enough to talk of 
on your journey hence. No longer I with 
honor will bear your insolence." 

XXXVI

 Straight replied the minstrel, "Sir 
knight, howe'er you may Put my strings 
out of order and spoil my viol's play, 
This hand shall first dim sadly our 
helmets brilliancy, However chance may 
bring me back to fair Burgundy." 

XXXVII

 With that the furious Wolfhart had 
leapt upon him fain, But Hildebrand, 
his uncle, still held him back amain. 
"Thy silly rage would drive thee, I 
ween, to draw the sword, And so 
thou'dst lose forever the favor of my 
lord." 

XXXVIII

 "Let loose the lion, master, that 
storms so fierce and proud. If I can 
only reach him," the minstrel shouted 
loud, "Though all the world together 
his prowess may have slain, I'll strike 
him such a swordstroke, he'll ne'er 
reply again." 

XXXIX

 By this the Berner's fury was kindled 
to the height. His shield at once 
before him held Wolfhart the swift 
knight. Forward, like a wild lion, he 
darted to th' attack. A crowd of nimble 
followers cluster'd at his back. 

XL

 But swift as was the warrior, and 
swift as was his band, First at the 
foot of the staircase was aged 
Hildebrand. None would he have before 
him where'er a field was fought. Soon 
among the strangers found they what 
they sought. 

XLI

 Straight upon Sir Hagan leapt Master 
Hildebrand; The sword you might hear 
clatter in either champion's hand. Well 
might you note their fury by many a 
sturdy stroke. From their clashing 
broadswords a fire-red blast there 
broke. 

XLII

 Soon were they swept asunder by th' 
heady stream of fight; 'Twas done by 
the fierce Berners hurtling in their 
might. So from grim Sir Hagan turn'd 
off that aged man. Wolfhart meanwhile 
in fury at valiant Folker ran. 

XLIII

 On the good helm the minstrel he smote 
with fell intent, So that the edge, 
descending, e'en to the beaver went. 
That stroke the forceful gleeman repaid 
with such a blow, As sent the sturdy 
Wolfhart tottering to and fro. 

XLIV

 They clash'd, that from the hauberks 
sparks were seen to start, Either bore 
the other deadly hate at heart. A 
Berner then, Sir Wolfwine, parted that 
stormy fight. Who on such deed could 
venture, was sure a prowest knight. 

XLV

 The noble king, Sir Gunther, with 
frank and willing hand Met the renowned 
champions of th' Amelungers' land. 
Then, too, the good Sir Giselher 
himself so knightly bore, That he made 
the polish'd morions red and wet with 
gore. 

XLVI

 Dankwart, Hagan's brother, was a 
champion grim. Whate'er on Etzel's 
meiny had late been wrought by him, A 
puff was to the tempest that now to 
rise began; So furiously did battle the 
son of Aldrian. 

XLVII

 Ritschart as well as Gerbart, Helfrich 
and Wichart, too, Spared themselves but 
seldom with bloody work to do; This in 
the fierce hurly to Gunther's men they 
show'd. Into the strife Sir Wolfbrand 
like a noble warrior strode. 

XLVIII

 Then, as though he were frantic, 
fought aged Hildebrand. Many a good 
knight, o'ermaster'd by Wolfhart's 
stalwart hand Into the blood, 
death-stricken, beneath his broadsword 
fell. Thus the bold knights of Dietrich 
reveng'd the margrave well. 

XLIX

 Then, as his courage mov'd him, the 
good Sir Siegstab strove; Ah! how the 
glittering morions of his stern foes he 
clove In that tempestuous conflict, Sir 
Dietrich's sister's son! Amidst the 
storm of battle ne'er had he better 
done. 

L

 The valiant minstrel Folker, soon as 
he espied A bloody brook forth gushing 
as Siegstab fiercely plied His sword 
upon the hauberks, in a storm of rage 
was tossed; Furious he leapt upon him; 
at once Sir Siegstab lost 

LI

 His life by that stern minstrel, who, 
to the warrior's ill, Proof gave him so 
resistless of his surpassing skill, 
That at a stroke before him down fell 
dead the knight. Him straight revenged 
Sir Hildebrand, as well beseem'd his 
might. 

LII

 "Ah, my dear lord!" in anguish cried 
Master Hildebrand, "Dost thou then here 
lie lifeless by Folker's bloody hand? 
But hence, be sure, shall never this 
minstrel scathless go." However could 
noble Hildebrand rush fiercer on a foe? 

LIII

 At once so smote he Folker with weapon 
sharp and true, That to the walls on 
all sides a shower of shivers flew From 
helm and eke from buckler like chaff 
before the blast. Thereby the sturdy 
Folker came to his end at last. 

LIV

 At that, the men of Dietrich rush'd on 
from every side. They slash'd, that 
links of hauberk went whirling far and 
wide, And the snapp'd sword-points 
flicker'd with momentary gleam; They 
drew from out the morions the smoking 
bloody stream. 

LV

 Soon Hagan spied Sir Folker dead on 
the reeking floor; Ne'er had he felt 
such anguish throughout the feast 
before For kinsman lost or liegeman, as 
then his bosom shook. Alas! for his 
slain comrade what dire revenge he 
took! 

LVI

 "Ne'er from me shall scathless go aged 
Hildebrand. My helpmate lies before me, 
slain by the hero's hand. Never had I 
comrade so valiant and so true." He 
rais'd his shield, and forward slashing 
and hewing flew. 

LVII

 Just then the stalwart Helfrich slew 
Dankwart the good knight; Gunther as 
well as Giselher, woe were they at the 
sight, When down he fell, and, 
writhing, out panted his last breath. 
He with his sword beforehand had well 
reveng'd his death. 

LVIII

 What crowds soe'er had thither 
muster'd from many a land, Beneath 
right puissant princes against their 
little band, Weren't not that Christian 
people conspir'd to work their fall, 
Their prowess well had kept them 
against the heathens all. 

LIX

 Meanwhile redoubted Wolfhart rush'd 
fiercely to and fro, King Gunther's men 
down hewing with oft-repeated blow. 
Thrice through that place of slaughter 
he cut his bloody way. Before, behind, 
around him the dead and dying lay. 

LX

 With that, the young Sir Giselher to 
the stern warrior cried, "Woe's me that 
I should ever so fierce a foe abide! 
Noble knight and fearless, turn thee 
now to me. I'll help to end this 
matter; it must no longer be." 

LXI

 Wolfhart turn'd on Giselher soon as 
thus defied; Each in that grim battle 
wounds cut gaping wide. Upon the king 
fierce rushing so forcefully he sped, 
The blood beneath his trampling flew 
high above his head. 

LXII

 The bold son of fair Uta with many a 
rapid blow Received the furious onset 
of his redoubted foe; Huge as was 
Wolfhart's puissance, boot it none 
could bring. Ne'er was so brave a 
battle fought by so young a king. 

LXIII

 At last through the good hauberk he 
smote Sir Dietrich's man, That the 
blood, out-spurting, down in a torrent 
ran. So to the death he wounded that 
high o'erweening one. 'Twas sure a 
peerless champion who such a deed had 
done. 

LXIV

 Soon as fearless Wolfhart felt the 
deadly pain, Down he dropp'd his 
buckler; with fierce hand amain His 
huge sharp-cutting broadsword higher he 
heav'd in air; Through helm at once and 
hauberk then smote he Giselher. 

LXV

 So they one another both of their 
lives bereft. Now of all Dietrich's 
liegemen not a soul was left. 
Hildebrand, the aged, dead saw Wolfhart 
fall; Among his long life's sorrows 
that was the worst of all. 

LXVI

 There in that hall of slaughter dead 
lay King Gunther's train, Dead too the 
men of Dietrich. Sir Hildebrand amain 
Ran where redoubted Wolfhart fall'n in 
the blood he found, And cast his arms 
about him to lift him from the ground. 

LXVII

 He drove his dying nephew forth from 
the house to bear, But found his weight 
too mighty; he needs must leave him 
there. Then from the blood the wounded 
a clouded glance upcast; He saw that 
fain his uncle had help'd him at the 
last. 

LXVIII

 Then spake the fainting warrior, "Dear 
uncle, kind and true, No more can it 
avail me whatever you can do. But Oh! 
beware of Hagan; this seems me good to 
tell. Heart had never champion so 
furious and so fell. 

LXIX

 "And if my loving kinsmen would sorrow 
o'er my clay, This to the best and 
nearest, dear uncle, of me say, That I 
need no lamenting, that tears were 
better dried, That 'twas a king that 
slew me, and gloriously I died. 

LXX

 "Besides, in this wild slaughter I've 
sold my life so dear, That many a 
knight's pale lady 'twill cost full 
many a tear. If any ask the question, 
straight let the truth be shown. Here 
lie at least a hundred slain by this 
hand alone." 

LXXI

 Just then redoubted Hagan upon the 
gleeman thought, Whom the good knight 
Sir Hildebrand so late to death had 
brought. Thus he bespake the conqueror, 
"You for my grief shall pay; Of many a 
valiant champion you've robb'd us here 
to-day." 

LXXII

 So struck he then at Hildebrand, that 
all at once might hear 'Twas Balmung 
there was sounding, the sword that he 
whilere Had ta'en from noble Siegfried 
when he the hero slew. Well was his 
onset warded by the graybeard stout and 
true. 

LXXIII

 Sir Dietrich's aged liegeman the 
fearful stroke repaid With one that 
show'd, that he, too, wielded a griding 
blade; Still from the man of Gunther no 
drop of blood he drew. Sir Hagan with a 
second cut his good hauberk through. 

LXXIV

 Soon as aged Hildebrand felt the sharp 
gash aright, He look'd for worse, by 
waiting, from Hagan's stormy might; So 
o'er his back his buckler straight 
threw Sir Dietrich's man, And swift, 
though sorely wounded, away from Hagan 
ran. 

LXXV

 Now not a man was living of that 
Burgundian train Gunther except, and 
Hagan, these the sole breathing twain. 
Old Hildebrand thence hasted, with 
blood all dabbled o'er, And to the 
noble Dietrich his sorry tidings bore. 

LXXVI

 Apart he found him sitting, solemn and 
sad of cheer; What more might move his 
sorrow the prince had yet to hear. 
Straight Hildebrand beheld he clad in 
his bloody mail; He ask'd him of his 
tidings, yet fear'd to hear his tale. 

LXXVII

 "Now tell me, Master Hildebrand, what 
brings you here so wet With life-blood? 
Who has done it? What mischief have you 
met? I fear, you have been fighting in 
th' hall with yonder guests; I 
earnestly forbade it; you should have 
kept your lord's behests." 

LXXVIII

 Straight his lord he answer'd, "'Twas 
Hagan did it all; This wound, that so 
is bleeding, he gave me in the hall, As 
from the knight I turn'd me, and would 
have left the strife. Scarce from that 
very devil have I escaped with life." 

LXXIX

 Him thus the Berner answer'd, "This 
mishap's your due; You heard me promise 
friendship to yonder knightly crew, And 
yet the peace I gave them you have 
presum'd to break, Were it not beneath 
me, your life for it I'd take." 

LXXX

 "Nay, my good Lord Dietrich, be not so 
wroth of mood; To me and mine already 
has too much loss accrued. We wish'd 
the noble Rudeger to take from where he 
died; We ask'd the men of Gunther, and 
proudly were denied." 

LXXXI

 "Woe's me for this misfortune! Is 
Rudeger then dead? Him must I wail 
forever; now I indeed am sped. Woe for 
the Lady Gotelind! My cousin's child is 
she. Woe, too, for the poor orphans 
that at Bechlaren be!" 

LXXXII

 The margrave's death impress'd him 
with pity and ruth so deep, He could 
refrain no longer, but straight began 
to weep. "Alas! My faithful comrade! 
Such loss I needs must rue. Ne'er can I 
cease bewailing King Etzel's liegeman 
true. 

LXXXIII

 "Come now, Master Hildebrand, the 
truth discover plain, Tell me, who's 
the champion, who has the margrave 
slain." Said he, "'Twas noble Gernot 
whose strength the margrave sped; He by 
the hand of Rudeger in turn was 
stricken dead." 

LXXXIV

 Then thus replied Sir Dietrich, 
"Thither will I anon; So go and tell my 
warriors their armor straight to don, 
And bid my glittering hauberk be 
brought me instantly; I myself will 
question yon knights of Burgundy." 

LXXXV

 Then spake Master Hildebrand, "Whom 
would you have me call? Of those who 
yet are living you see before you all; 
I'm now your only soldier, the others 
they are dead." Sore shudder'd then Sir 
Dietrich for dole and drearihead. 

LXXXVI

 In all the world such ruin did ne'er 
the knight befall. Said he, "If they 
have slaughtered my liegemen one and 
all, Then I'm of God forgotten. Poor 
Dietrich! Lost am I, Who was a king but 
lately so haughty and so high." 

LXXXVII

 Then further spake the champion, "But 
how could this have passed? How could 
such puissant warriors have perish'd to 
the last By battle-wearied foemen, 
fainting and need-beset? Sure, but 
through my ill-fortune they had been 
living yet. 

LXXXVIII

 "Since my hard fate condemns me to 
suffer every ill, Tell me, of those 
grim strangers if one be living still." 
Then answer'd Master Hildebrand, "God 
knows, their lives not one, Save Hagan 
and King Gunther; the rest their course 
have run." 

LXXXIX

 "Ah! woe is me, dear Wolfhart; since 
thou from me art torn, Well may it 
repent me that ever I was born. 
Siegstab, Wolfwine, and Wolfbrand, my 
true and trusty band! Who back can ever 
help me to th' Amelungers' land? 

XC

 "The danger-daring Helfrich, his doom 
has he too met? Gerbart and valiant 
Wichart, how can I these forget? My 
friends are dead together; who so 
bereft as I? Ah! woe is me, that 
wretches of grief can never die." 



THIRTY-NINTH ADVENTURE

HOW GUNTHER AND HAGAN AND KRIEMHILD 
WERE SLAIN 

I

 Then took the good Sir Dietrich 
himself his mail in hand; His ready aid 
to arm him gave aged Hildebrand. Such 
piteous moan then made he the while, 
that mighty man, That with his voice of 
thunder the house to ring began. 

II

 Yet soon did he recover his high 
heroic mood. In wrath he donn'd his 
harness, and ready now he stood. A 
shield of prov'd allowance he grasp'd 
in his strong hand, And thence in haste 
forth sallied with Master Hildebrand. 

III

 Then spake the Knight of Trony, "I 
yonder see come on With sturdy strides 
Sir Dietrich; he'll fight with us anon 
To venge his slaughter'd kinsmen whom 
we have done to die. To-day shall all 
bear witness, who best his sword can 
ply. 

IV

 "Howe'er himself may value the haughty 
Lord of Bern, Though ne'er so stout of 
body, of mood though ne'er so stern, If 
us for our late doings he now attempt 
to quit, He'll find in me," said Hagan, 
"an equal opposite." 

V

 Dietrich as well as Hildebrand the 
words of Hagan caught; He came, and 
close together the twain, whom here he 
sought, Outside the house and leaning 
against the wall he found. Sir Dietrich 
straight his buckler set down upon the 
ground. 

VI

 With anguish deep impassion'd the 
warrior thus began, "Why have you thus 
entreated a wandering banish'd man? 
What have I done, King Gunther, that 
you should serve me so? I'm reft of all 
my comfort, all at a single blow. 

VII

 "It seem'd you all too little, that to 
our loss and pain By your hands our 
comrade, good Rudeger, was slain; And 
now you have bereft me my warriors 
every one. I, sure, to you, ye heroes, 
such wrong would ne'er have don. 

VIII

 "Think of yourselves, your sorrow, 
your long disastrous toil, The death of 
your brave comrades in this abhorred 
broil, If to the dust with anguish it 
bows your lofty cheer. Ah! how my heart 
is bleeding for the death of Rudeger! 

IX

 "In all the world before us such 
horror ne'er befell. On me you've 
brought destruction and on yourselves 
as well. All joys I had whatever, by 
you they all lie slain; Ne'er for his 
slaughtered kinsmen can Dietrich cease 
to plain." 

X

 "Nay," replied Sir Hagan, "we're not 
so much to blame; To this house in 
harness your eager warriors came, In 
one broad band advancing, embattled 
fierce and bold. The truth, methinks, 
Sir Dietrich, you've not been fairly 
told." 

XI

 "How can I doubt the story? I heard 
from Hildebrand, That, when my trusty 
comrades of th' Amelungers' land Begg'd 
that the corpse of Rudeger you'd give 
them from the hall, They met with proud 
denial and mannerless scoffs withal." 

XII

 The Lord of Rhine then answer'd, "They 
sought to carry out The corpse of noble 
Rudeger; I, not from wish to flout 
Them, but in scorn of Etzel, what they 
desired, denied; Then in a moment 
Wolfhart began to chafe and chide." 

XIII

 Thereto replied the Berner, "Well 
then! so must it be. Now by thy gentle 
breeding, King Gunther, list to me; For 
all the harm thou'st done me such 
satisfaction make As thou may'st give 
with honor, and I with honor take. 

XIV

 "Yield thee to me a captive, thou and 
thy valiant man, And surely I'll defend 
thee with all the strength I can From 
whatso'er against thee the vengeful 
Huns may do, And never shalt thou find 
me but faithful, kind, and true." 

XV

 "Now God in Heaven forbid it!" 
redoubted Hagan cried; "Never to thee 
shall yield them two knights of mettle 
tried, Who yet in their good harness 
unfettered stand and free, Ready to bid 
defiance to their foes, whoe'er they 
be." 

XVI

 "You ought not to deny me," Sir 
Dietrich answer made, "King Gunther and 
Sir Hagan; on my heart and soul you've 
laid Such overwhelming sorrow as you 
can ne'er requite, And, if amends you 
make me, you yield me but my right. 

XVII

 "My faith, besides, I'll give you, and 
my assuring hand, That back I will ride 
with you to your Burgundian land, And 
bring you thither safely, or die with 
you along, And for your sakes forever 
forget my grievous wrong." 

XVIII

 "Demand of us no further," return'd 
Sir Hagan bold; "Ill would it become 
us, if it ever should be told, That two 
knights of such worship yielded at once 
to thee; For at thy side, save 
Hildebrand, there's not a soul to see." 

XIX

 Then spake Master Hildebrand, "God, 
Sir Hagan, knows, My lord's your true 
well-wisher; he treats you not as foes. 
E'en now the hour is coming, his terms 
you'll gladly take. Th' amends, that he 
proposes, you'd better frankly make. 

XX

 "So would I do far sooner," Sir Hagan 
made reply, "Than ever from a palace so 
like a coward fly, As you did, Master 
Hildebrand, but lately here in place. I 
thought, i' faith, you better an 
opposite could face." 

XXI

 To him made answer Hildebrand, "Why 
twit you me with that? Who was 't that 
by the Waskstone upon a buckler sat, 
While of his kin so many the Spaniard 
Walter slew? Look to your own 
shortcomings; you'll have enough to 
do." 

XXII

 Then spake the good Sir Dietrich, "Ill 
fits it warriors bold Like two testy 
beldams to squabble and to scold. I 
charge you, Master Hildebrand, urge 
this discourse no more. I'm now a 
lonely wanderer; my sorrow whelms me 
o'er. 

XXIII

 "Now let me know, Sir Hagan," he thus 
pursued his speech, "What your two 
active champions were saying each to 
each, When thus equipp'd for battle you 
mark'd me drawing nigh. Was it not, 
that you against me alone your strength 
would try?" 

XXIV

 "Neither of us denies it," thus Hagan 
sternly spoke, "I'd fain straight make 
the trial with many a sturdy stroke, 
Unless this my good weapon, the sword 
of Nibelung, break. I'm wroth that you 
of both of us expect a prize to make." 

XXV

 Soon as heard Sir Dietrich what grim 
Hagan thought, Up to him his buckler 
quick the warrior caught. How swift 
against him Hagan down the staircase 
dash'd! Loud on the mail of Dietrich 
the sword of Nibelung clash'd. 

XXVI

 Well knew the noble Dietrich how 
fierce and fell a knight Was standing 
now against him; so warily the fight 
'Gainst those tempestuous sword-strokes 
wag'd the good lord of Bern, The 
strength and skill of Hagan he had not 
now to learn. 

XXVII

 He fear'd, too, mighty Balmung as down 
it swept amain; Yet at times Sir 
Dietrich with craft would strike again, 
Till that to sink before him he brought 
his foeman strong; A fearful wound he 
gave him that was both deep and long. 

XXVIII

 Sir Dietrich then bethought him, 
"Thou'rt faint and ill bestead; I 
should win little worship, were I to 
strike thee dead. I'll make a different 
trial, if thou can'st now be won By 
main force for a pris'ner." With wary 
heed 'twas done. 

XXIX

 Down he threw his buckler; wondrous 
was his might; He his arms resistless 
threw round Trony's knight. So was by 
his stronger the man of strength 
subdued. Thereat the noble Gunther 
remain'd in mournful mood. 

XXX

 His vanquish'd foe Sir Dietrich bound 
in a mighty band, And led him thence to 
Kriemhild, and gave into her hand The 
best and boldest champion that 
broadsword ever bore. She after all her 
anguish felt comfort all the more. 

XXXI

 For joy the queen inclin'd her before 
the welcome guest; "Sir Knight! in mind 
and body heaven keep thee ever blessed! 
By thee all my long sorrows are shut up 
in delight. Ever, if death prevent not, 
thy service I'll requite." 

XXXII

 "Fair and noble Kriemhild," thus Sir 
Dietrich spake, "Spare this captive 
warrior, who full amends will make For 
all his past transgressions; him here 
in bonds you see; Revenge not on the 
fetter'd th' offences of the free." 

XXXIII

 With that she had Sir Hagan to durance 
led away, Where no one could behold 
him, where under lock he lay. Meanwhile 
the fierce King Gunther shouted loud 
and strong, "Whither is gone the 
Berner? he hath done me grievous 
wrong." 

XXXIV

 Straight, at the call, to meet him Sir 
Dietrich swiftly went. Huge was the 
strength of Gunther, and deadly his 
intent. There he no longer dallied; 
from th' hall he forward ran; Sword 
clash'd with sword together, as man 
confronted man. 

XXXV

 Howe'er renown'd was Dietrich, and 
train'd in combat well, Yet Gunther 
fought against him so furious and so 
fell, And bore him hate so deadly, now 
friendless left and lone, It seem'd 
past all conceiving, how Dietrich held 
his own. 

XXXVI

 Both were of mighty puissance, and 
neither yielded ground; Palace and airy 
turret rung with their strokes around, 
As their swift swords descending their 
temper'd helmets hew'd Well there the 
proud King Gunther display'd his manly 
mood. 

XXXVII

 "Yet him subdued the Berner," as Hagan 
erst befell; Seen was the blood of the 
warrior forth through his mail to well 
Beneath the fatal weapon that Dietrich 
bore in fight. Tir'd as he was, still 
Gunther had kept him like a knight. 

XXXVIII

 So now at length the champion was 
bound by Dietrich there, How ill soe'er 
it fitteth a king such bonds to bear. 
Gunther and his fierce liegeman if he 
had left unbound, He ween'd they'd deal 
destruction on all, whome'er they 
found. 

XXXIX

 Then by the hand Sir Dietrich took the 
champion good, And in his bonds thence 
led him to where fair Kriemhild stood. 
She cried, "Thou'rt welcome, Gunther, 
hero of Burgundy." "Now God requite 
you, Kriemhild, if you speak lovingly." 

XL

 Said he, "I much should thank you, and 
justly, sister dear, If true affection 
prompted the greeting which I hear; 
But, knowing your fierce temper, proud 
queen, too well I see, Such greeting is 
a mocking of Hagan and of me." 

XLI

 Then said the noble Berner, 
"High-descended dame, Ne'er have been 
brought to bondage knights of such 
peerless fame, As those, whom you, fair 
lady, now from your servant take. Grant 
these forlorn and friendless fair 
treatment for my sake." 

XLII

 She said, she fain would do so; then 
from the captive pair With weeping eyes 
Sir Dietrich retir'd and left them 
there. Straight a bloody vengeance 
wreak'd Etzel's furious wife On those 
redoubted champions, and both bereft of 
life. 

XLIII

 In dark and dismal durance them kept 
apart the queen, So that from that hour 
neither was by the other seen, Till 
that at last to Hagan her brother's 
head she bore. On both she took with 
vengeance as tongue ne'er told before. 

XLIV

 To the cell of Hagan eagerly she went; 
Thus the knight bespake she, ah! with 
what fell intent! "Wilt thou but return 
me what thou from me hast ta'en, Back 
thou may'st go living to Burgundy 
again." 

XLV

 Then spake grim-visag'd Hagan, "You 
throw away your prayer, High-descended 
lady; I took an oath whilere, That, 
while my lords were living, or of them 
only one, I'd ne'er point out the 
treasure; thus 'twill be given to 
none." 

XLVI

 Well knew the subtle Hagan, she ne'er 
let him 'scape. Ah! when did ever 
falsehood assume so foul a shape? He 
fear'd, that, soon as ever the queen 
his life had ta'en, She then would send 
her brother to Rhineland back again. 

XLVII

 "I'll make an end, and quickly," 
Kriemhild fiercely spake. Her brother's 
life straight bade she in his dungeon 
take. Off his head was smitten; she 
bore it by the hair To the Lord of 
Trony; such sight he well could spare. 

XLVIII

 Awhile in gloomy sorrow he view'd his 
master's head; Then to remorseless 
Kriemhild thus the warrior said; "E'en 
to thy wish this business thou to an 
end hast brought, To such an end, 
moreover, as Hagan ever thought. 

XLIX

 "Now the brave King Gunther of 
Burgundy is dead; Young Giselher and 
eke Gernot alike with him are sped; So 
now, where lies the treasure, none 
knows save God and me, And told shall 
it be never, be sure, she-fiend! to 
thee." 

L

 Said she, "Ill hast thou quitted a 
debt so deadly scored; At least in my 
possession I'll keep my Siegfried's 
sword. My lord and lover bore it, when 
last I saw him go. For him woe wrung my 
bosom, that pass'd all other woe." 

LI

 Forth from the sheath she drew it; 
that could not he prevent; At once to 
slay the champion was Kriemhild's stern 
intent. High with both hands she heav'd 
it, and off his head did smite That was 
seen of King Etzel; he shudder'd at the 
sight. 

LII

 "Ah!" cried the prince impassion'd, 
"Harrow and wellaway! That the hand of 
a woman the noblest knight should slay, 
That e'er struck stroke in battle, or 
ever buckler bore! Albeit I was his 
foeman, needs must I sorrow sore." 

LIII

 Then said the aged Hildebrand, "Let 
not her boast of gain, In that by her 
contrivance this noble chief was slain. 
Though to sore strait he brought me, 
let ruin on me light, But I will take 
full vengeance for Trony's murdered 
knight." 

LIV

 Hildebrand, the aged, fierce on 
Kriemhild sprung; To the death he smote 
her as his sword he swung. Sudden and 
remorseless he his wrath did wreak. 
What could then avail her, her fearful 
thrilling shriek? 

LV

 There now the dreary corpses stretch'd 
all around were seen: There lay, hewn 
in pieces, the fair and noble queen. 
Sir Dietrich and King Etzel, their 
tears began to start; For kinsmen and 
for vassals each sorrow'd in his heart. 

LVI

 The mighty and the noble there lay 
together dead; For this had all the 
people dole and drearihead. The feast 
of royal Etzel was thus shut up in woe. 
Pain in the steps of Pleasure treads 
ever here below. 

LVII

 'Tis more than I can tell you what 
afterward befell, Save that there was 
weeping for friends belov'd so well; 
Knights and squires, dames and damsels, 
were seen lamenting all. So here I end 
my story. This is THE NIBELUNGERS' 
FALL. 

THE END 

