Song and Legend From the Middle Ages [38]
to use him in her plan of vengeance, conlsents to a marriage with him and goes away with him into his land. Here for many years she lives the beloved queen of the Huns. But her purpose of vengeance never falters, and at last she persuades Etzel to invite her brothers to his court on a visit. Against many forebodings and warnings they come, Hagen with them. After numerous interesting episodes upon the journey, they arrive at Etzell's court and are handsomely welcomed. But the inevitable quarrel soon breaks out and a desperate fight begins. After a most desperate and bloody struggle, Gunther, Hagen, and a few followers are shut up in a hall. To this Kriemhild sets fire.
THE BURNING OF THE HALL. Stanza, 2l86-2194.
With that, the wife of Etzel had set the hall on fire. How sore then were they tortur'd in burning anguish dire! At once, as the wind freshen'd, the house was in a glow. Never, I ween, were mortals in such extremes of woe.
"We all are lost together," each to his neighbour 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!"
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."
Thereat outspake Sir Hagan, the noble knight and good, "Let each, by thirst tormented, take here a draught of blood. In such a heat, believe me, 't is better far than wine. Nought's for the time so fitting; such counsel, friends, is mine."
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.
"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."
When th' others heard and witness'd with that 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.
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.
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."
One by one the champions fall, until only Hagen and Gunther, exhausted with fighting, are left to contend with Dietrich, the most Valisntof Etzel's vassals. The conclusion of the poem tells of the fate of Hagen, Gunther, and Kriemhild.
THE FALL OF THE NIEBELUNGEN. Stanza 2428-2459.
Well knew the noble Dietrich how fierce and fell a knight Was standing now against him; so warily the fight 'Gainst those tempestuous swordstrokes wag'd the good lord of Bern. The strength and skill of Hagan he had not now to learn.
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.
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 't was done.
Down he threw his buckler; wondrous was his might; He his arms resistless threw round Trony's knight. So was by his stronger the main of strength subdued. Thereat the noble Gunther remain'd in mournful mood.
His vanquish'd foe Sir Dietrich bound in a mighty band, And led him thence to Kriemhild, and gave into her hand The
THE BURNING OF THE HALL. Stanza, 2l86-2194.
With that, the wife of Etzel had set the hall on fire. How sore then were they tortur'd in burning anguish dire! At once, as the wind freshen'd, the house was in a glow. Never, I ween, were mortals in such extremes of woe.
"We all are lost together," each to his neighbour 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!"
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."
Thereat outspake Sir Hagan, the noble knight and good, "Let each, by thirst tormented, take here a draught of blood. In such a heat, believe me, 't is better far than wine. Nought's for the time so fitting; such counsel, friends, is mine."
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.
"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."
When th' others heard and witness'd with that 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.
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.
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."
One by one the champions fall, until only Hagen and Gunther, exhausted with fighting, are left to contend with Dietrich, the most Valisntof Etzel's vassals. The conclusion of the poem tells of the fate of Hagen, Gunther, and Kriemhild.
THE FALL OF THE NIEBELUNGEN. Stanza 2428-2459.
Well knew the noble Dietrich how fierce and fell a knight Was standing now against him; so warily the fight 'Gainst those tempestuous swordstrokes wag'd the good lord of Bern. The strength and skill of Hagan he had not now to learn.
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.
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 't was done.
Down he threw his buckler; wondrous was his might; He his arms resistless threw round Trony's knight. So was by his stronger the main of strength subdued. Thereat the noble Gunther remain'd in mournful mood.
His vanquish'd foe Sir Dietrich bound in a mighty band, And led him thence to Kriemhild, and gave into her hand The