THE RHINE CHIEF’S BRIDE
It was night on the Rhine. Hagen sat asleep before the hall of the
Gibichungs, leaning against a pillar. Before him crouched his Nibelung
father, Alberich, who had come to speak with him through his dreams.
They spoke of the Rhinegold in mysterious undertones, Hagen in the
voice of one who talks in sleep. They spoke of the Dusk of the Gods
which drew near so quickly, and of the might which would be theirs when
the Ring fell into their hands. And until dawn came they concocted
plots deep and cruel.
Then the Nibelung’s small, dark figure disappeared in a pale mist,
and all that was left of him was the echo of his voice, as he called,
faintly, while vanishing:
“Be true, Hagen, my son; be true! Be true! True!” The voice died away
into silence.
As the dawn broke and the rising sun was mirrored brightly in the
Rhine, Hagen awoke with a start. At the same moment Siegfried appeared,
saying that he had hastened to the hall of the Gibichungs with the aid
of the Tarnhelm, leaving Gunther and his bride to follow in a barge up
the Rhine.
As Gutrune came out to meet him, he hailed her exultantly, saying that
he had won her as wife when he brought the wild mountain-maid to her
brother. He told her and Hagen the tale of how he had gone through the
fire and found the woman within the enchanted circle, and had conquered
her, and had brought her to Gunther, who had waited at the foot of the
mountain. The only thing that he did not tell them was that he had torn
the Ring from the woman’s finger, and so vanquished her. Strange to
say, he had forgotten that as completely as he had forgotten his old
love for Brünnhilde and his first journey through the fire. Now, when
he looked at the bright circlet on his finger, he remembered that it
was one which he had obtained at Hate Hole, but had forgotten that it
had ever left his hand. So that was the beginning of more sorrow.
Siegfried and Gutrune went into the hall together, and Hagen called
the vassals about him from far and wide to welcome the bride to her
new home on the Rhine. When the barge came slowly up the river, strong
warriors plunged into the water to meet it, and dragged the boat close
to the shore. From the hall came Gutrune, full of welcome and kindness.
For you know she had no idea it was Brünnhilde whom she had caused the
hero to forget, and she was really glad to greet her brother’s bride.
At her side walked Siegfried, and they were followed by innumerable
women who had come trooping out to behold the new lady of the
Gibichungs.
But, as Gunther led his pale, sad bride from the boat, she suddenly
stood still, trembling and shuddering, and staring with wild,
bewildered eyes at Siegfried. Her voice shook and her face was as
white as death as she asked how he came there with Gutrune; and when
he showed that he had totally forgotten her and looked upon her only
as Gunther’s bride, she staggered and sank into the young hero’s arms,
whispering, faintly and sorrowfully:
“Siegfried knows me not!”
Calling to Gunther to come near, the Volsung pointed to him and bade
poor Brünnhilde arouse herself, for the great chief’s sake. But, as
Siegfried stretched out his hand, she saw the Ring, and, starting
wildly up, asked furiously how he came by it—saying that Gunther had
torn it from her on the Walküres’ rock, and demanding of Gunther why he
had given it to Siegfried.
Now, of course, the Rhine Chief had never even seen the Ring, and
thought, not unnaturally, that Siegfried had taken it from Brünnhilde
and then kept it for himself from a feeling of greed and a desire to
possess it. The young hero, when questioned, merely answered that it
was one he had found at Hate Hole, and that he had won it from no
woman, but a monster worm which he had killed. And he thought that he
was telling the whole truth, for it was all that he could remember.
But Brünnhilde, who knew nothing of the magic-potion, saw in his words
the deepest and most terrible deceit, and she burst into such rage and
despair that Siegfried declared that he would try to satisfy her by
swearing the Spear-Oath.
So Hagen held out his spear, and Siegfried placed his hand upon the
point and declared by the haft of war that he had never harmed the
woman, or been for a moment false to Gunther, and bade that very spear
bring him death if he had.
Breaking into the circle which the warriors made around Siegfried,
Brünnhilde declared him a traitor and deceiver, and called down the
vengeance of the gods upon his head.
For her heart was broken, poor Brünnhilde! and she hardly knew what
she said or did; so that when Siegfried and the others ceased trying
to pacify her and left her alone with Gunther and Hagen, and when the
latter crept up to her and said that he would avenge her wrongs and
kill the hero who had made her love him and had then deserted her, she
told him how to do it. She said that she had placed divine spells of
protection upon every part of his body except his back.
“For I knew,” said Brünnhilde, with momentary tenderness, “that he was
too brave to ever, in flight, turn that to an enemy.”
“At his back shall my spear-point strike!” said Hagen, exultantly. “In
his back shall he be wounded unto death!”
Raising her arms towards the sky, Brünnhilde broke into wild,
passionate words of revenge. For she had almost lost her reason
through the shock of sorrow at finding Siegfried false to her, and she
declared that that was the sacrifice that was needed to lift the sorrow
off so many hearts; that was the one great deed that must bring relief
after so much misery. Earth and heaven cried aloud for one thing, she
said—Siegfried’s death.
[Illustration: GUNTHER AND BRÜNNHILDE]
As she stood, almost transfigured by her own words, sounds of joy
and merriment drew near, and the wedding procession of Siegfried and
Gutrune passed by. Gunther caught Brünnhilde’s hand and drew her into
the crowd of men and women, and she passed on with the other bridal
couple to be married.
Loudly and merrily rang the laughter, and the sounds of festivity rose
high. But Hagen, like a dark, evil spirit, laughed, because he seemed
at last so near to his desires.
[Music: Motif of the Rhine-Maidens’ Prophecy]
[Music: Fate Motif]