WALDHERE

[Critical text and translation: Dickins, _Runic and Heroic Poems_, p. 56.

Date: Probably eighth century.

Information as to the story is found in a number of continental sources.

Its best known treatment is in a Latin poem, _Waltharius_, by Ekkehard of

St. Gall, dating from the first half of the tenth century. Ekkehard's

story is thus summarized in the _Cambridge History of English

Literature_: "Alphere, king of Aquitaine, had a son named Waltharius, and

Heriricus, king of Burgundy, an only daughter named Hiltgund, who was

betrothed to Waltharius. While they were yet children, however, Attila,

king of the Huns, invaded Gaul, and the kings seeing no hope in

resistance, gave up their children to him as hostages, together with much

treasure. Under like compulsion treasure was obtained also from Gibicho,

king of the Franks, who sent as hostage a youth of noble birth named

Hagano. In Attila's service, Waltharius and Hagano won great renown as

warriors, but the latter eventually made his escape. When Waltharius grew

up, he became Attila's chief general; yet he remembered his old

engagement with Hiltgund. On his return from a victorious campaign he

made a great feast for the king and his court, and when all were sunk in

their drunken sleep, he and Hiltgund fled laden with much gold. On their

way home they had to cross the Rhine near Worms. There the king of the

Franks, Guntharius, the son of Gibicho, heard from the ferryman of the

gold they were carrying and determined to secure it. Accompanied by

Hagano and eleven other picked warriors, he overtook them as they rested

in a cave in the Vosges. Waltharius offered him a large share of the gold

in order to obtain peace; but the king demanded the whole, together with

Hiltgund and the horses. Stimulated by the promise of great rewards, the

eleven warriors now attacked Waltharius one after another, but he slew

them all. Hagano had tried to dissuade Guntharius from the attack; but

now, since his nephew was among the slain, he formed a plan with the king

for surprising Waltharius. On the following day they both fell upon him

after he had quitted his stronghold, and, in the struggle that ensued,

all three were maimed. Waltharius, however, was able to proceed on his

way with Hiltgund, and the story ends happily with their marriage."

Both our fragments, which are found on two leaves in the Royal Library at

Copenhagen, refer to a time immediately before the final encounter. The

first is spoken by the lady; the second by the man. We cannot tell how

long this poem may have been. What we have may be leaves from a long

epic, or a short poem, or an episode in a long epic.]

A

. . . . . . . . . . she eagerly heartened him:

"Lo, the work of Weland shall not weaken or fail

For the man who the mighty Mimming can wield,

The frightful brand. Oft in battle have fallen

5 Sword-wounded warriors one after the other.

6 Vanguard of Attila, thy valor must ever

Endure the conflict! The day is now come,

9 When fate shall award you one or the other:

10 To lose your life or have lasting glory,

Through all the ages, O Aelfhere's son!

No fault do I find, my faithful lover,

Saying I have seen thee at sword-play weaken,

Yield like a coward to a conqueror's arms,

15 Flee from the field of fight and escape,

Protect thy body, though bands of the foemen

Were smiting thy burnies with broad-edged swords;

But unfalt'ring still farther the fight thou pursuedst

Over the line of battle; hence, my lord, I am burdened

20 With fear that too fiercely to the fight thou shalt rush

To the place of encountering thy opponent in conflict,

To wage on him war. Be worthy of thyself

In glorious deeds while thy God protects thee!

Have no fear as to sword for the fine-gemmed weapon

25 Has been given thee to aid us: on Guthhere with it

Thou shalt pay back the wrong of unrighteously seeking

To stir up the struggle and strife of battle;

He rejected that sword and the jewelled treasure,

The lustrous gems; now, leaving them all,

30 He shall flee from this field to find his lord,

His ancient land, or lie here forever

Asleep, if he . . . . . . . ."

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