Alas for the heavy affliction that toucheth us no less!
We too for the death of Siegfried must evermore lament."
"Wrongly ye do!" cried the Lady from a heart with anguish rent.
"If ye hereby were afflicted, it had never befallen so!
Nay, me had ye wholly forgotten, and this full well I know,
In the hour when thus I was severed from my lord, my love, my one!
Oh would to God in heaven that to me this deed had been done!"
But they held to their lying story. Then did Kriemhild say:
"He that affirmeth him guiltless may prove it now straightway.
Here in the presence of all men let him go and stand by the bier!
Forthright before all people shall the very truth appear."
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A marvel it is past telling, oft have we known it betide:--
When the slayer murder-polluted is seen by the dead man's side,
The wounds bleed in witness against him: so did it now befall,
And thereby was the guilt of Hagen made manifest unto all.
For the wound brake forth into bleeding, as freely as at the first.
Now they that before wept sorely into wilder weeping burst.
But answered and spake King Gunther: "Now hearken, the truth is
this--
He was set on and slain of robbers: no deed of Hagen it is."
But Kriemhild replied: "These robbers but all too well I know!
God give to the hands of his kinsmen vengeance on his foe!
Thou, Gunther, and thou, Hagen, of you was the foul deed done!"
Surged forward the vassals of Siegfried, fierce-eager to fall on.
But Kriemhild spake: "Unto mourning be this hour sacred, I pray!"
Then two beside of her kinsmen drew nigh where the dead man lay,
Even her brethren, Gernot and the stripling Giselher:
And in leal faith these bewailed him with all the true souls there.
Yea, from the heart they lamented for Kriemhild's perished lord.
Now pealed the holy mass-chant: through the doors of the minster
poured
On every hand young children no less than women and men.
Even they whom his death smote lightly, wept with the best for him
then.
Spake Giselher and Gernot: "O sister, receive of us thou
For the death of thy lord consolation: it is past all healing now.
Thy loss by our love will we make good, so long as we both shall
live."
But no one on earth could console her, of none would she comfort
receive.
By this was his coffin fashioned, when the sun in the mid-heaven
shone.
Loving hands from the bier uplifted the corpse that lay thereon.
But the Queen said: "Nay, I beseech you, lay him not yet in the
grave;
Ere then heavy tribute of mourning from all that love him I crave."
In a pall most costly-woven that lifeless form they wound.
Of a surety none that wept not was in all that concourse found.
From her heart poured Uta the noble lamentation and mourning and woe;
Wailing were all her handmaids for the princely head brought low.
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When the folk heard how in the minster they sang the requiem,
And that Siegfried lay in his coffin, there came vast throngs of them
With their offerings--ah, how freely!--to buy his soul's repose.
Good friends had he without number in the very house of his foes.
Kriemhild the hapless woman to her treasure-keeper spake:
"Now sorrow ye all in my sorrow, and suffer dole for my sake,
All ye whose hearts have loved him, all ye that be true unto me.
For the rest of the soul of Siegfried gold to the poor give ye."
There was no child so little, so it had understanding at all,
But something it brought for the masses for him who lay stark under
pall.
Yea, full one hundred masses on that one day did they sing.
Ah, there was a mighty concourse of lovers of that dead king!
When ended was all the mass-chant, the vast crowd melted away.
But again to her friends spake Kriemhild: "Leave me not this day
To keep vigil alone o'er the hero, the hope of the world and its
pride;
Now all the joy of my life-days is buried by his side.
Three days, three nights unceasing will I keep vigil here
Till my soul is filled with lamenting for him, my lord most dear.
Peradventure His white Death-angel for me too God will send;
So the sorrow of Kriemhild the hapless should find a blessèd end."
Now homeward the folk of the city were gone to their rest and their
sleep:
But the priests and the monks aye chanting that vigil with her must
keep;
And his vassals and leal retainers that served that gallant chief--
Ah, weariful nights were appointed to these, and days of grief.
Through the days of their mourning many drank not, nor tasted of
bread:
But, for such as could not endure it, to these was it plainly said:
"Eat, drink, for we give to you freely." King Siegmund cared
therefor.
Then fell on the faithful Niblungs trouble and travail sore.
As telleth the olden story, through three days weary-long
Never an hour of respite from holy chant and song
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Had any singer of masses. What wealth of offerings
Poured in! Then even the poorest could give like very kings.
For they sought out the poor and needy, and into their hands was
poured
By Kriemhild's treasure-warders gold from the dead king's hoard;
So brought they of their abundance--ay, now that he lived no more,
Thousands of marks for his soul's rest were given from a fathomless
store.
Lands and their revenues gave she through the whole land everywhere
Unto many a hallowed cloister, unto many a man of prayer.
Silver they gave unstinted, and raiment unto the poor.
So showed she before all people what love to the dead she bore.
When rang the bells unto high-mass on that third morning-tide,
There were seen all round the minster in the churchyard great and
wide
The folk of the country weeping; they thronged it from end to end.
Yea, in death did they do him service, as unto a dear-loved friend.
In these four days of their mourning, as the old bards sang unto me,
Marks full thirty thousand, yea, more, it well may be,
To the poor were freely given, that all for his soul might pray,
Now that all his life and his beauty as a shadow had passed away.
The service of God was ended, into silence sank the song.
With a storm of weeping shaken was all that mighty throng.
Then out of the dim-lit minster forth to the grave was he borne--
Oh wail of the hungry-hearted, oh voice of them that mourn!
On moved that endless procession with cries of lamenting loud;
No face that was glad, or of woman or man, was in all that crowd.
Ere earth to earth they committed, once more did they pray and sing.
What countless holy fathers were seen at his burying!
Or ever the true and faithful, the wife, to the grave-side came,
With such fierce throes of anguish shaken was all her frame,
That they needs must with cool spring-water besprinkle her once and
again,
So racked was her heart overmeasure with agonies of pain.
In sooth, 'twas a marvel exceeding that she died not there outright.
Weeping her women upbare her with their hands on the left and the
right.
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"O ye true men of Siegfried," thus did the sad Queen cry,
"I pray you of your compassion, and of your fealty,
Vouchsafe unto me in my sorrow this one little grace
That once more and for the last time I may look on his lovely face!"
So long in her anguish she pleaded, so earnestly she besought,
That they needs must at last wrench open the coffin richly wrought.
The Queen then thitherward led they, and she bowed her over her dead.
In her white hands she enfolded and lifted his comely head;
And she kissed that faded glory, that noble knight and good.
Her starry eyes for sorrow wept very tears of blood.
An exceeding pitiful parting saw all men in that hour.
Then softly thence they bare her in whose limbs was left no power.
Senseless and stirless lay she in their arms, that stricken wife.
It seemed that for very sorrow from her body would fleet her life.
When thus in his grave lay buried that noble and princely thane,
Then bowed in measureless sorrow sat all his warrior-train,
Even all from the land of the Niblungs that led of his banner had
come.
Yea, and the old King Siegmund was whelmed in morningless gloom.
There was many a man among them that for three days long made moan,
And the tears of his bitter anguish were his meat and his drink
alone,
Till their bodily frames no longer could so endure and live:
So they took up the burden of living, and a little they ceased to
grieve.
(C) But lost unto all things Kriemhild in a deathlike swoon still lay
Through the hours of the day and the darkness, even till the second
day.
Whatsoe'er in her ears they whispered, she knew not anything:
And no less stricken of sorrow lay grey-haired Siegmund the King.
(C) Scarce to the mind's re-dawning he slowly won at the last:
From his limbs by reason of anguish all bodily strength had passed.
No marvel that weak was Siegmund! At last drew his liegemen near,
Saying: "Lord, let us fare hence homeward: boots not that we linger
here!"
XVIII.
How Kriemhild would not return to the Lowland with Siegmund
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Then went the old King Siegmund where Kriemhild sat in her woe,
And he spake to the Queen: "To our own land homeward now let us go.
Guests are we all-unwelcome, I trow well, here by the Rhine.
Come with us, Kriemhild belovèd, to our country, thine and mine.
That thy kin in the land Burgundian have so evil entreated us
In slaying thy noble husband by murder most treacherous,
It shall not be remembered against thee: my love shall cherish thy
life,
For the sake of my son and the noble child he hath left to his wife.
Thou, Lady, shalt have dominion, shalt have over all the control
That Siegfried gave to thee ever, that lord of the noble soul.
The crown shalt thou wear, and the kingdom shall bow beneath thy
sway.
Thee shall the vassals of Siegfried with willing heart obey,"
Then the word to the squires was given, "Home ride we ere eventide!"
Out of the field they gathered in haste the steeds they should ride.
To dwell mid their deadly foemen was now to their souls as gall.
For the journey prepared was raiment of the dames and the handmaids
all.
But now when the old King Siegmund was at point to ride away,
Drew nigh the kinsmen of Kriemhild to plead with her and to pray
That still she would stay with her mother in the land of Burgundy.
Made answer the joyless-hearted: "Now nay, it can never be!
How could I endure it, that ever I should look upon him with mine
eyes
Who hath dealt with me, the hapless, in such despiteful wise?"
But the young Prince Giselher answered: "Sister belovèd, now
By a child's true love I adjure thee, abide with thy mother thou!
For them which have darkened thy spirit, for them which have wounded
thine heart,
No need hast thou of their service; in all that is mine thou hast
part."
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But she to the knight made answer: "How can it be? Ah no!
If I look on the face of Hagen, I must die for utter woe."
"Now nay, O sister belovèd, from this will I guard thee well.
With Giselher thy brother here sheltered shalt thou dwell.
My love for the death of thy dear lord shall atone in very deed."
And the joyless made answer: "Kriemhild thereof hath bitter need!"
Now when in such loving fashion pleaded with her the lad,
Their prayers unto his supplication did Uta and Gernot add.
Yea, all her loyal kinsfolk entreated her there to stay.
"Among all the people of Siegfried no kinsman thou hast," said they.
"They be all unto thee as strangers, as aliens," Gernot said.
"Though the living may love thee, the strongest must needs at the
last lie dead.
Bethink thee thereof, dear sister: to thine heart speak comfortably.
Here tarry with thine own kinsfolk: so shall it be well with thee."
So she gave to her brother the promise, to abide with them in the
land.
Now by this were the horses gathered for the men of Siegmund's band;
And all to the land of the Niblungs were ready to ride away,
And laden upon the horses was the good knights' war-array.
Then unto the bower of Kriemhild went grey-haired Siegmund the King,
And he spake to the Lady: "The warriors of Siegfried's following
Stand waiting beside their horses. Forth and away let us ride.
The hours unto me are bitter while with Burgundy's folk I abide."
But the Lady Kriemhild made answer: "My kinsmen have wrought on my
will,
Even my nearest and dearest, here to abide with them still.
None in the land of the Niblungs, say they, of my blood can I find."
Then sore aggrieved was Siegmund that such should be Kriemhild's
mind.
And answered and spake the old King: "Lest any deceive thee beware.
Thou before all my kinsfolk the royal crown shalt wear,
Yea, wear it by right of kingship, even as heretofore.
For this shalt thou nowise suffer, that thy lord is beside thee no
more.
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Nay, forth with us do thou journey unto thine home and thy child;
Let him not be an orphan, his father dead, his mother exiled.
When thy son is grown unto manhood, thy comfort shall he be then:
Till then shalt thou have true service of many valiant men."
But she answered: "My dear lord Siegmund, with thee I may not ride.
Nay, here with mine own must I tarry, what issue soever betide.
In my grief and my wrong to my kinsfolk for comfort and help must I
look."
When this was told them, the tidings ill could the good knights
brook.
With one voice cried they against it: "Our plight may we surely
deplore
That on us hath affliction lighted now as never before!
If here in the land Burgundian thou with our foes wilt abide,
Never have heroes ridden to an eviller festal-tide!"
But she answered: "In God's good keeping shall ye fearlessly journey
home.
I will get for you trusty escort for your warding until ye be come
Unto your own dear country. Good knights, farewell each one.
Unto your love and compassion I commend my little son."
So when they knew of a surety that they could not in any wise shake
Her purpose, the men of Siegfried into bitter weeping brake.
Ah, with what deep heart-anguish King Siegmund took farewell
Of Kriemhild! Renewal of sorrow on the childless father fell.
"A curse on that festal high-day!" the King in bitterness cried:
"Never to king and his dear ones did such foul fortune betide
As here upon us hath fallen--and that at a feast, good sooth!
In Burgundy here shall they see us never again, of a truth!"
Then in fierce anger shouted the thanes of Siegfried's band:
"Nay, once more yet may we journey unto this accursèd land,
If we find, if we prove of a surety who laid our dear lord low.
Amidst his friends have they won them deadly foes enow!"
For the last time kissed he Kriemhild. He spake in sorrow's despair,
When he saw her steadfastly purposed to abide with her people there:
"Now ride we forth all joyless, as home to our people we go!
Now first my depth of affliction and all my sorrow I know!"
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So rode they without all escort from Worms on Rhine away.
Well might they go all-fearless: so stern of mood were they,
That if haply foemen in malice had set upon them then,
Their heads had their own hands warded, those aweless Niblung men.
No leave would they take of any: they shook off the dust of their
feet.
Yet Giselher and Gernot full lovingly came to greet
The old king at his departing; for they sorrowed in his heart-pain,
And thereof did they give clear witness, those valiant heroes twain.
For to Siegmund spake Prince Gernot exceeding courteously:
"Now God in Heaven be witness, of the death of Siegfried am I
Wholly and utterly guiltless! Never I heard this said,
That any bare him malice. From mine heart do I mourn for thy dead."
Then Giselher the young prince provided them escort fair.
So led he unvexed of any the hearts overburdened with care,
Even the King and his good knights, back to their Netherland home.
Ah, with how little rejoicing their kinsmen beheld them come!
Touching all that befell them thereafter the old song holdeth its
peace:
But at Worms was the plaining of Kriemhild heard without surcease
That her heart and her wounded spirit had no comforter,
Save one, the loving and faithful, her brother Giselher.
But there sat Brunhild the lovely enthroned in her arrogant pride.
Little she recked of Kriemhild as from depths of despair she cried.
Never in kindness or pity she stooped to the stricken again.
But the years stole on, till Kriemhild wrung her heart too with pain.
XIX.
How the Hoard of the Niblungs came to Worms
While sat the noble Kriemhild a watcher by Siegfried's grave,
Eckwart, Lord of the Marches, unto her with his war-band clave,
In Burgundia-land abiding constrained by his fealty;
And aye for the dead with his mistress he mourned right bitterly.
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At Worms hard by the minster they reared her a palace-hall
Wide and stately-builded, and royally-dight withal:
And there with her handmaids round her that joyless one abode,
And oft she fared to the minster, for she loved the house of God.
There, where her belovèd was buried, full seldom her presence failed;
Day after day did she enter with spirit that inly wailed,
And prayed unto God the Almighty to take to his mercy his soul:
Ay, ever the faithful-hearted made for the knight great dole.
Came Uta and all her women to comfort her day by day;
But Kriemhild's wounded spirit so crushed 'neath affliction lay,
That nothing availed consolation that the lips of the loving spake,
Forasmuch as with sharper anguish did her heart for her lost love
ache
Than wife felt ever for husband, were her sorrow never so keen;
And the love of the true and faithful herein was of all men seen
That on to the end she mourned him, long as endured her life,
Till that great vengeance for Siegfried was wreaked at last by the
wife.
So sat she sorrow-shrouded--truth is it the minstrel saith--
On till the fourth year's dawning after her dear lord's death;
And never a word unto Gunther her lips had uttered yet,
Never her eyes upon Hagen her mortal foe had she set.
Then Hagen spake unto Gunther: "If haply this might be done
That thou so couldst appease thy sister that again ye were set at
one,
Then the gold of the Hoard of the Niblungs might unto thy kingdom be
brought:
And how much might be thine, if Kriemhild unto lovingkindness were
wrought!"
Said Gunther: "We will essay it. By my brethren may she be beguiled:
These shall beset her with pleading that now she be reconciled.
We may win her to bring that treasure--yea, share it willingly."
"Nay, sooth I misdoubt me," said Hagen, "that _this_ may ever be."
Then the King sent word unto Ortwein unto the palace to fare,
And the Lord of the Marches, Gere: when these were gotten there,
Gernot withal, and the young Prince Giselher, they brought.
And these with words of kindness on their lips unto Kriemhild sought.
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Then spake the Prince Burgundian Gernot the first, and he said:
"Behold, overlong thou mournest, Lady, for Siegfried dead.
Sure proof shall of Gunther be given that he had no part in his
death.
Yet for him folk hear thee mourning evermore with passionate breath."
She said: "Him no man accuseth: it was Hagen who struck the blow.
Where only my lord could be wounded through me, through me did he
know!
Whence should I have had misgivings of the hate unto him that he
bare?
Else," cried the Queen, "I had guarded my lips with jealous care
From the horror of such betrayal of my lord's beloved life,
And had had no cause for weeping--oh wretched, wretched wife!
Never will I forgive him who wrought that dastard deed!"
Then for the King his brother did Giselher intercede.
(C) "Yea," said she, "I needs must greet him, ye urge me so cruelly:
Yet so do ye make you partakers in Gunther's sin against me.
He hath wrung my soul with anguish, who never wronged him yet!
My lips may grant him forgiveness, mine heart will never forget."
(C) "Yet hereafter shall this be bettered," whispered her kinsmen
then.
If only the King by kindness may win her to smile again,
"He may yet by his love," said Gernot, "fill all that void in her
breast."
Then again said the sorrow-burdened: "Behold, I grant your request:
I will meet the King, I will greet him." The word unto Gunther they
bring,
And to her with the best of his kinsfolk straightway cometh the King.
But Hagen the murderer dared not in the presence of Kriemhild be
seen:
Too well did he know his vileness, the wrong he had done to the
Queen.
Yet, seeing her hatred of Gunther was in semblance so put by,
With the kiss of reconcilement might he too have drawn nigh;
Yea, but for the felon plotting, the inexpiable wrong,
Even he might have stood unshrinking mid that false courtier-throng.
Never was reconcilement 'twixt sundered friend and friend
Made with such weeping. Rankled the wound in her heart without end.
Yet unto all forgiveness she granted--save that one.
No man would have slain him, had Hagen the wicked deed not done.
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Not long thereafter the plotters brought to pass their intent
That Kriemhild the Daughter of Princes for the Hoard of the Treasure
sent
To the land of the Niblungs: to Rhineland she caused them to bring
the same.
'Twas her morning-gift, nor its warders might hold it against her
claim.
So Giselher and Gernot to bring that Hoard must wend;
And armed men eighty hundred did the Lady Kriemhild send
To bring that hidden treasure from the caverns wherein it lay,
And Alberich the Dwarf-knight and his stout friends warded it aye.
When they saw these men from the Rhineland which had come for the
Treasure's sake,
Then Alberich the valiant to his mighty kinsmen spake:
"We may nowise refuse this treasure, to yield it to her desire;
'Tis her Gift of the Marriage-morning, and the Queen doth her own
require.
Howbeit," said Alberich, "never had this befallen thus,
Except by chance most evil this too had been lost unto us,
The potent Hood of Darkness, which vanished when Siegfried died,
Which the lord of Kriemhild the lovely had ever by his side.
In an evil hour for Siegfried did the Hero win that prey,
And pluck the Hood of Darkness from the hands of its keepers away,
And therewithal the lordship of all this land did he seize."
Then the seneschal went to the chambers where lay that cavern's
keys.
There stood those sent of Kriemhild in front of the mountain's door,
And divers withal of her kinsmen. So all that treasure-store
Brought they down to the sea-flood, and the ships therewith were
fraught.
So over the rolling waters and on to the Rhine was it brought.
Now of the Hoard of the Niblungs shall ye hear the marvel told:
Twelve wains to the utmost laden down from that mountain-hold
Must bear that treasure seaward: four days and nights toiled they,
Each going and each returning three times each several day.
Therein was there nothing meaner than precious stones and gold,
And if one therewith had purchased all wealth that the world could
hold,
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"By not one mark is it minished!" whoso had seen it had said.
Not without cause that treasure was of Hagen coveted!
In its midst was the Wishing-rod lying, a little golden wand.
Whoso divined its virtue could stretch his sovereign hand
Over all the wide earth's compass and all the folk therein.
Back to the Rhine with Gernot went many of Albrich's kin.
(C) So then when the strong knight Gernot and the young prince
Giselher
Had gotten the Hoard in possession, lords thereby they were
Of the Niblung land and its castles, and of many a noble knight:
Unto these came all in subjection through fear and awe of their
might.
When in the land of Gunther that Hoard at last was seen,
And thereof was all the lordship laid in the hands of the Queen,
Therewith unto overflowing were towers and chambers stored.
Never since have been told such marvels of any treasure-hoard.
Ah, but had that great Treasure been greater a thousand-fold,
In its stead might she have but regiven from the grave her Siegfried
the bold,
O gladly empty-handed had Kriemhild stood by his side!
Never was wife unto hero in love so true and tried.
When now that Hoard was Kriemhild's, as a lode-star it drew to the
land
Knights many from alien kingdoms: so freely bestowed her hand
That never such bounteous giving was seen in the olden days.
Unto all was she open-handed, and all men spoke her praise.
So freely thereof did she lavish on rich alike and on poor,
That Hagen spake unto Gunther: "Lo now, if this woman endure
In life but a little longer, she shall win to her fealty
So great an array of champions, that in evil case shall we be."
Answered and spake King Gunther: "Her own is the treasure, I trow.
What have I to do to hinder? Let her hands as she will bestow.
Hardly I won her pardon for that first wrong that I wrought.
Let her share as she will her silver and her gold; unto me is it
nought."
To the King made answer Hagen: "Who suffers a woman to rule--
Be she who she may--such a treasure, of a surety he is but a fool.
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She shall bring with all this largess a day upon us at the last
When all we bold Burgundians shall rue deeds overpast."
Answered and spake King Gunther: "An oath unto her I swore
That sorrow or scathe would I visit upon her never more.
And thereunto will I hold me. My sister withal is she."
Said Hagen: "Do thou nothing: be all the guilt upon me."