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fine MS. preserved in the monastery of St. Gall⁠—is intermediate in length, and, retaining as it does many stanzas of evident antiquity, has become what may be called the textus receptus; as edited by Bartsch it is the basis of the present translation. A facsimile of one of the pages from Dr. Otto Henne am Rhyn’s Kulturgeschichte is given as a frontispiece to the translation.

Those who wish to study more closely the interesting questions surrounding the history of the poem are referred to the works of Raszmann and Simrock; to Magmisson and Morris’s translations of the Icelandic Sagas; and to a recent work by Prof. Ker on “Epic and Romance.” A popular and well-written account of the relations between the Teutonic and Scandinavian versions of the legend will be found in an interesting little book, entitled Legends of the Wagner Drama, by Miss J. L. Weston.

December, 1897.

The Nibelungenlied Adventure I Kriemhilda

1

To us, in olden legends, is many a marvel told
Of praise-deserving heroes, of labours manifold,
Of weeping and of wailing, of joy and festival;
Ye shall of bold knights’ battling now hear a wondrous tale.

2

A very noble maiden grew up in Burgundy;
Than hers no greater beauty in any land might be:
The maid was called Kriemhilda⁠— a woman passing fair⁠—
For whose sake many a warrior his life must needs forbear.

3

To love that lovely maiden seem’d but to be her due;
None bore her spite, and many did for her favour sue.
Fair were beyond all measure her noble form and face:
Her virtues were sufficient all womankind to grace.

4

Three noble kings and wealthy guarded her as their own:
Sir Gunther and Sir Gernot, for deeds of honour known,
And Giselher the youngest, a gallant warrior he:
The lady was the sister and ward of all the three.

5

These princes were right gentle, and came of noble race,
Bold, and of strength unequalled, peerless in knightly grace;
“The kingdom of Burgundia,” thus was their country hight;⁠—
All Etzel’s land rang later with their great deeds of might.

6

At Worms upon the Rhine flood, they dwelt in power and might,
And there, in fealty, served them full many a haughty knight,
With honourable service throughout their earthly life.⁠—
That life had woeful ending from two great ladies’ strife.

7

Their mother was Dame Uté, a queen exceeding rich,
And Dankrat was their father, broad lands he left to each
When he this life departed; he was a mighty man,
Who, e’en while yet a stripling, his knightly deeds began.

8

The three kings, who came after, were, as I’ve said before.
All men of strength and valour; and to them fealty swore
The flower of noble knighthood, of whom with truth ’twas said,
That strong they were and dauntless, in sharp fight undismayed.

9

Foremost of them was Hagen, of Tronjé; then his brother⁠—
Sir Dankwart the swift-footed; Ortwein of Metz another;
And Eckewart and Gere, who both were margraves hight;
With Volker of Alsatia⁠— a stout and proven knight.

10

Rumold the kitchen-master, a knight of high degree,
Sindold and Hunold also, whose duty ’twas to see
That courtly rites and honours were aye observéd well,
With many another gallant, whom time would fail to tell.

11

Dankwart, he was the Marshal, his nephew Ortwein bore
The office of High Sewer, in that proud court of yore;
Sir Sindold was Cupbearer, and a bold knight men say,
The Chamberlain was Hunold; all honourable they.

12

Of all this courtly service, and of their far-famed might,
And of the worth and valour of each heroic knight,
And of their life as courtiers, through all their joyous days,
To give a true account were beyond my simple lays.

13

Meanwhile, amid this splendour, the maid Kriemhilda dreamed
That she had reared a falcon⁠— strong, fair and wild he seem’d⁠—
And that two eagles rent him before her very eyes;⁠—
No worse grief could life bring her in any evil guise.

14

Quick to her mother Uté she told the vision dread⁠—
Who, after her own manner, the dream interpreted:
“This falcon of thy rearing, thy noble husband he⁠—
And now may God defend him, or he is lost to thee!”

15

“What sayest thou of husbands, O dearest mother mine?
Never for hero’s wooing shall I, your daughter, pine!
Spotless and fair would I be, as now, unto my death;⁠—
I would forego the sorrow that lurks man’s love beneath.”

16

“Forswear not Love thus lightly,” her mother answer gave,
“If heart’s joy ever reach thee in life, as women crave,
Through man’s love thou must gain it;⁠— thou wert a seemly bride
If God do not deny thee a good knight at thy side.”

17

“Ah, let alone such counsel, my mother dear, I pray!
By many a woman’s witness ’tis proven, clear as day,
How heart’s delight too often with sorrow sore is paid;⁠—
Lest such mischance befall me, I’ll shun them both,” she said.

18

So, in her mind Kriemhilda held ever Love at bay,
And lived in happy freedom for many a merry day;⁠—
Caring for nought and no one;⁠— and yet it was her fate
To be one day, in honour, a gallant warrior’s mate.

19

It was the self-same falcon that she in dreams did see,
Just as her mother told her; and bloody was to be
Her vengeance on her kinsmen, by whom the deed was done⁠—
For one man’s death did perish full many a mother’s son.

Adventure II Siegfried

20

In Netherland was growing a rich king’s son and heir,
Whose father’s name was Siegmund, Sieglind his mother fair.
In a strong castle lived they, of far and widespread fame,
Beside the great Rhine river; and Santen was its name.

21

This prince’s name was Siegfried, a gallant knight and good,
In many kingdoms proved he his brave and warlike mood;
So great his strength of body, he rode from land to land.
Ha! what fine warriors found he on the Burgundian strand!

22

In his best days of prowess, when he was young and slim,
Full many a wondrous story the country told of him⁠—
How noble was his stature, how fair he was to see⁠—
And many a comely woman look’d on him lovingly.

23

He had a careful rearing, as did his birth befit,
His virtues were his own, though, and nowise due to it!
Unto his father’s country he was an ornament,
For men in all things found him to be right excellent.

24

Now was he grown so manly that he to court must ride;⁠—
The men-folk saw him gladly; and dames and maids beside
Wished that his will might bring him, not once, but ever there;⁠—
Full many bore him favour, as well the knight was ware!

25

To ride forth unattended the boy was ne’er allowed.
In costly raiment decked him Siegmund and Sieglind proud;
And the wise elders taught him (as well they understood),
How best to win the people, and rule the