Spake then Hagen: "Let me be the guilty one."

Few of their oaths were kept. From the widow they took the mighty

store and Hagen made him master of all the keys. This vexed her brother

Gernot, when he heard the tale aright. Lord Giselher spake: "Hagen hath

done my sister much of harm; I should prevent it. It would cost him his

life, were he not my kin."

Siegfried's wife shed tears anew. Then spake the Lord Gernot: "Or ever

we be imperiled by the gold, we should have it sunk entirely in the

Rhine, that it belong to none."

Full pitifully she went before her brother Giselher. She spake: "Dear

brother, thou shouldst think of me and be the guardian of both my life

and goods."

Quoth he then to the lady: "That shall be done when we return again, for

now we think to ride."

The king and his kindred voided then the land, the very best among them

that one might find. Only Hagen alone remained at home, through the

hatred he bare to Kriemhild, and did so willingly. Before the king was

come again, Hagen had taken the treasure quite and sunk it all at

Loche, (4) in the Rhine. He weened to use it, but that might not be. The

lordings came again and with them many men. With her maids and ladies

Kriemhild gan bewail her passing loss, for sore it grieved them. Gladly

would Giselher have helped in all good faith. All spake alike: "He hath

done wrong."

Hagen avoided the princes' wrath, until he gained their favor. They

did him naught, but Kriemhild might never have borne him greater hate.

Before Hagen of Troneg thus hid the treasure, they had sworn with mighty

oaths that it should lie concealed as long as any one of them might

live. Later they could not give it to themselves or any other.

Kriemhild's mind was heavy with fresh sorrow over her husband's end, and

because they had taken from her all her wealth. Her plaints ceased not

in all her life, down to her latest day. After Siegfried's death, and

this is true, she dwelt with many a grief full thirteen years, that she

could not forget the warrior's death. She was true to him, as most folk

owned.

ENDNOTES:

(1) "Marriage morning gift" was the gift which it was customary

for the bridegroom to give the bride on the morning after

the bridal night. On this custom see Weinhold, "Deutsche

Frauen im Mittelalter", i, p. 402.

(2) "Alberich", see Adventure III, note 8. It is characteristic

of the poem that even this dwarf is turned into a knight.

(3) "Wishing-rod", a magic device for discovering buried

treasure. Cf. Grimm, "Deutsche Mythologie," ii, 813.

(4) "Loche", according to Piper, is the modern "Locheim" in the

Rhine province.

ADVENTURE XX. How King Etzel (1) Sent To Burgundy For Kriemhild.

That was in a time when Lady Helca (2) died and the king Etzel sought

another wife, that his friends advised his marriage to a proud widow in

the Burgundian land, hight Lady Kriemhild. Since fair Helca was dead,

they spake: "Would ye gain a noble wife, the highest and the best king

ever won, then take this same lady; the stalwart Siegfried was her

husband."

Then spake the mighty king: "How might that chance, sith I am heathen

and be christened not a whit, whereas the lady is a Christian and

therefore would not plight her troth? It would be a marvel, and that

ever happed."

The doughty warriors answered: "What if she do it, perchance, for the

sake of your high name and your mickle goods? One should at least make a

trial for the noble dame. Well may ye love the stately fair."

The noble king then spake: "Which of you be acquaint with the people and

the land by the Rhine?"

Up spake then the good knight Rudeger of Bechelaren: (3) "I have known

from a child the three noble and lordly kings, Gunther and Gernot, the

noble knights and good; the third hight Giselher. Each of them doth use

the highest honors and courtesie, as their forebears, too, have always

done."

Then answered Etzel: "Friend, I prithee, tell me whether she should wear

the crown in this my land. An' she be so fair, as hath been told me, it

shall never rue my dearest kin."

"She compareth well in beauty with my Lady Helca, the royal queen.

Certes, there might not be in all this world a king's bride more fair.

He may well be of good cheer to whom she plight her troth."

He spake: "So bring it to pass, Rudeger, as I be dear to thee; and if

ever I do lie at Kriemhild's side, I will requite thee for it as best

I may. Then hast thou done my will in fullest wise. From my treasure

chambers I will bid thee be given such store of horses, of clothes and

all thou wilt, that thou and thy fellowship may live full merrily. I'll

bid full plenty of these things be made ready against thine errand."

To this the lordly margrave Rudeger replied: "Craved I thy goods, that

were not worthy of praise. With mine own goods, which I have from thy

hands, will I gladly be thy envoy to the Rhine."

Then spake the mighty king: "Now when wilt thou ride for the fair? May

God keep thee and my lady in all worship on the journey. May fortune

help me, that she look with favor on my suit."

Rudeger made answer: "Ere we void the land, we must first make ready

arms and trappings, that we may stand with honor before princes. I will

lead to the Rhine five hundred stately men, that wherever in Burgundy I

and mine be seen, all may say of thee: 'Never did any king send afar so

many men in better wise than thou hast done to the Rhine.' If thou, O

mighty king, wilt not turn back on this account, I'll tell thee that

her noble love was subject unto Siegfried, Siegmund's son. Him thou hast

seen here. (4) Men could in right truth ascribe to him great worship."

Then spake King Etzel: "Tho' she was the warrior's wife, yet was the

noble prince so peerless that I should not disdain the queen. She liketh

me well for her passing beauty."

The margrave answered: "Then I will tell thee that we will start hence

in four and twenty days. I'll send word to Gotelind, my dear lady, that

I myself will be the messenger to Kriemhild."

Rudeger sent word to Bechelaren, at which the margravine grew both

sorrowful and proud. He told her he should woo for the king a wife.

Lovingly she thought on Helca, the fair. When the margravine heard the

message, a deal she rued it; weeping beseemed her at the thought whether

she should gain a lady as afore. When she thought on Helca, it grieved

her heart full sore.

Rudeger should ride in seven days from Hungary; lusty and merry King

Etzel was at this. There in the town of Vienna men prepared their

weeds. Then might he no longer delay his journey. At Bechelaren Gotelind

awaited him; the young margravine, too, Rudeger's child, gladly saw her

father and his men. Many fair maids awaited them with joy. Ere the noble

Rudeger rode from the city of Vienna to Bechelaren, all their clothes

were placed upon the sumpters. They journeyed in such wise that not a

whit was taken from them.

When they were come to tho town of Bechelaren, the host full lovingly

bade lodge his fellowship and ease them well. The noble Gotelind saw

the host come gladly, as likewise his dear daughter did, the young

margravine. To her his coming could not be liefer. How fain she was to

see the heroes from the Hunnish land! With smiling mien the noble maiden

spake: "Now be my father and his men full welcome here."

Then great thanks were given to the young margravine by many a doughty

knight in courteous wise. Well wot Gotelind Sir Rudeger's mood. When at

night she lay close by his side, what kindly questions the margravine

put, whither the king of the Huns had sent him. He spake: "My Lady

Gotelind, I'll gladly make this known to thee. I must woo another

lady for my lord, sith that the fair Helca hath died. I will ride for

Kriemhild to the Rhine; she shall become a mighty queen here among the

Huns."

"Would to God," spake Gotelind, "an' that might hap, sith we do hear

such speech of her many honors, that she might perchance replace our

lady for us in our old age, and that we might be fain to let her wear

the crown in Hungary."

Then spake the margrave: "My love, ye must offer to those who are to

ride with me to the Rhine, your goods in loving wise. When heroes travel

richly, then are they of lofty mood."

She spake: "There be none that taketh gladly from my hand, to whom I

would not give what well beseemeth him, or ever ye and your men part

hence."

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