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The Nibelungenlied

ADVENTURE IX How Siegfried Was Sent To Worms.

When they had thus fared on their way full nine days, Ha­gen of Troneg spake: “Now mark ye what I say. We wait too long with the tid­ings for Worms up­on the Rhine. Our mes­sen­gers should be e’en now in Bur­gundy.”

Then spake King Gun­ther: “Ye have told me true, and none be more fit­ting for this trip than ye, friend Ha­gen; now ride ye to my land. None can ac­quaint them bet­ter with our jour­ney home to court.”

To this Ha­gen made an­swer: “I am no fit en­voy. Let me play cham­ber­lan, I’ll stay with the ladies up­on the flood and guard their robes, un­til we bring them to the Bur­gun­di­an land. Bid Siegfried bear the mes­sage, he knoweth how to do it well with his mighty strength. If he refuse you the jour­ney, then must ye in court­ly and gen­tle wise pray him of the boon for your sis­ter’s sake.”

Gun­ther sent now for the war­rior, who came to where he stood. He spake: “Sith we be now near­ing my lands at home, it be­hooveth me to send a mes­sen­ger to the dear sis­ter of mine and to my moth­er, too, that we draw near the Rhine. This I pray you, Siegfried; now do my will, that I may re­quite it to you ev­er,” spake the good knight.

Siegfried, the pass­ing bold man, how­ev­er said him nay, till Gun­ther gan be­seech him sore. He spake: “Ye must ride for my sake and for Kriemhild’s too, the come­ly maid­en, so that the roy­al maid re­quite it, as well as I.”

When Siegfried heard these words, full ready was the knight. “Now bid me what ye will; naught shall be with­held. I will do it glad­ly for the fair maid’s sake. Why should I refuse her whom I bear in heart? What­so ye com­mand for love of her, shall all be done.”

“Then tell my moth­er Uta, the queen, that we be of lofty mood up­on this voy­age. Let my broth­ers know how we have fared. These tid­ings must ye let our friends hear, too. Hide naught from my fair sis­ter, give her mine and Brun­hild’s greet­ings. Greet the re­tain­ers, too, and all my men. How well I have end­ed that for which my heart hath ev­er striv­en! And tell Or­twin, the dear nephew of mine, that he bid seats be built at Worms along the Rhine. Let my oth­er kins­men know that I am willed to hold with Brun­hild a mighty wed­ding feast. And tell my sis­ter, when she hath heard that I be come with my guests to the land, that she give fair greet­ing to my bride. For that I will ev­er ren­der Kriemhild ser­vice.”

The good Lord Siegfried soon took leave of La­dy Brun­hild, as be­seemed him well, and of all her train; then rode he to the Rhine. Nev­er might there be a bet­ter en­voy in this world. He rode with four and twen­ty men-​at-​arms to Worms; he came with­out the king. When that was noised about, the courtiers all were grieved; they feared their mas­ter had been slain.

Then they dis­mount­ed from their steeds, high stood their mood. Gisel­her, the good young king, came soon to meet them, and Ger­not his broth­er, too. How quick­ly then he spake, when he saw not Gun­ther at Siegfried’s side: “Be wel­come, Siegfried; pray let me know where ye have left the king my broth­er? The prowess of Brun­hild, I ween, hath ta’en him from us. Great scathe had her haughty love then brought us.”

“Let be this fear. My bat­tle-​com­rade sendeth greet­ings to you and to his kin. I left him safe and sound. He sent me on ahead, that I might be his mes­sen­ger with tid­ings hith­er to this land. Pray have a care, how­ev­er that may hap, that I may see the queen and your sis­ter, too, for I must let them hear what mes­sage Gun­ther and Brun­hild have sent them. Both are in high es­tate.”

Then spake Gisel­her, the youth: “Now must ye go to her, for ye have brought my much of joy. She is mick­le fear­ful for my broth­er. I’ll an­swer that the maid will see you glad­ly.”

Then spake Sir Siegfried: “How­so­ev­er I may serve her, that shall be glad­ly done, in faith. Who now will tell the ladies that I would hie me thith­er?”

Gisel­her then be­came the mes­sen­ger, the state­ly man. The doughty knight spake to his moth­er and his sis­ter too, when that he saw them both: “To us is come Siegfried, the hero from Nether­land; him my broth­er Gun­ther hath sent hith­er to the Rhine. He bringeth the news of how it standeth with the king. Pray let him there­fore come to court. He’ll tell you the right tid­ings straight from Isen­land.”

As yet the no­ble ladies were ac­quaint with fear, but now for their weeds they sprang and dressed them and bade Sir Siegfried come to court. This he did full glad­ly, for he was fain to see them. Kriemhild, the no­ble maid, ad­dressed him fair: “Be wel­come, Sir Siegfried, most wor­ship­ful knight. Where is my broth­er Gun­ther, the no­ble and mighty king? We ween that we have lost him through Brun­hild’s strength. Woe is me, poor maid, that ev­er I was born.”

Then spake the dar­ing knight: “Now give me an en­voy’s guer­don, ye pass­ing fair ladies, ye do weep with­out a cause. I do you to wit, I left him safe and sound. They have sent me with the tid­ings to you both. He and his bride do send you kind­ly greet­ings and a kins­man’s love, O no­ble queen. Now leave off your weep­ing, they’ll come full soon.”

In many a day she had not heard a tale so glad. With her snow- white hem she wiped the tears from her pret­ty eyes and be­gan to thank the mes­sen­ger for the tid­ings, which now were come. Thus her great sor­row and her weep­ing were tak­en away. She bade the mes­sen­ger be seat­ed; full ready he was for this. Then spake the win­some maid: “I should not rue it, should I give you as an en­voy’s meed my gold. For that ye are too rich, but I will be your friend in oth­er ways.”

“And had I alone,” spake he, “thir­ty lands, yet would I glad­ly re­ceive gifts from your fair hand.”

Then spake the court­ly maid: “It shall be done.” She bade her cham­ber­lain go fetch the meed for tid­ings. Four and twen­ty arm- rings, set with good­ly gold, she gave him as his meed. So stood the hero’s mood that he would not re­tain them, but gave them straight­way to her near­est maid­ens, he found with­in the bow­er. Full kind­ly her moth­er of­fered him her ser­vice. “I am to tell you the tale,” then spake the valiant man, “of what the king doth pray you, when he cometh to the Rhine. If ye per­form that, my la­dy, he’ll ev­er hold you in his love. I heard him crave that ye should give fair greet­ings to his no­ble guests and grant him the boon, that ye ride to meet him out in front of Worms up­on the strand. This ye are right tru­ly ad­mon­ished by the king to do.”

Then spake the win­some maid: “For this am I full ready. In what­so­ev­er wise I can serve the king, that will I not refuse; with a kins­man’s love it shall be done.” Her col­or height­ened for very joy. Nev­er was the mes­sen­ger of any prince re­ceived more fair. The la­dy would have kissed him, had she but dared. How lov­ing­ly he part­ed from the dames!

The men of Bur­gundy then did as Siegfried coun­seled. Sin­dolt and Hunolt and Ru­molt, the knight, must needs be busy with the work of putting up the seats out­side of Worms up­on the strand. The roy­al stew­ards, too, were found at work. Or­twin and Gere would not de­sist, but sent to fetch their friends on ev­ery side, and made known to them the feast­ing that was to be. The many come­ly maids ar­rayed them­selves against the feast. Ev­ery­where the palace and the walls were decked out for the guests. Gun­ther’s hall was pass­ing well pur­veyed for the many strangers. Thus be­gan full mer­ri­ly this splen­did feast.

From ev­ery side along the high­ways of the land pricked now the kins­men of these three kings, who had been called that they might wait up­on those who were com­ing home. Then from the press­es great store of cost­ly weeds was tak­en. Soon tid­ings were brought that men saw Brun­hild’s kins­men ride along. Great jostling then arose from the press of folk in the Bur­gun­di­an land. Ho, what bold knights were found on ei­ther side!

Then spake fair Kriemhild: “Ye maids of mine, who would be with me at the greet­ing, seek out from the guests the very best of robes; then will praise and hon­or be giv­en us by the guests.” Then came the war­riors, too, and bade the lord­ly sad­dles of pure red gold be car­ried forth, on which the ladies should ride from Worms down to the Rhine. Bet­ter trap­pings might there nev­er be. Ho, what bright gold did sparkle on the jet-​black pal­freys! From their bri­dles there gleamed forth many a pre­cious stone. The gold­en step­ping-​blocks were brought and placed on shin­ing car­pets for the ladies, who were gay of mood. As I have said, the pal­freys now stood ready in the court­yard for the no­ble maids. One saw the steeds wear nar­row mar­tin­gales of the best of silk, of which tale might be told. Six and eighty ladies who wore fil­lets (1) in their hair were seen come forth. The fair ones came to Kriemhild wear­ing glit­ter­ing robes. Then fol­lowed many a come­ly maid in brave at­tire, fifty and four from the Bur­gun­di­an land. They were eke the best that might any­where be found. Men saw them walk­ing with their flax­en hair and shin­ing rib­bons. That which the king de­sired was done with zeal. They wore be­fore the stranger knights rich cloth of silk, the best that could be found, and so many a good­ly robe, which well be­fit their am­ple beau­ty. One found there many clothes of sable and er­mine fur. Many an arm and hand was well adorned with bracelets over the silken sleeves, which they should wear. None might tell the sto­ry of this tir­ing to the end. Many a hand played with well-​wrought gir­dles, rich and long, above gay col­ored robes, over cost­ly fer­ran (2) skirts of silken cloth of Ara­by. In high spir­its were these maids of no­ble birth. Clasps (3) were sewed in love­ly wise up­on the dress of many a come­ly maid. She had good cause to rue it, whose bright col­or did not shine in con­trast to her weeds. No king­ly race hath now such fair re­tain­ers. When now the love­ly maids had donned the gar­ments they should wear, there then drew near a mick­le band of high-​met­tled cham­pi­ons. To­geth­er with their shields they car­ried many an ashen spear.

END­NOTES: (1) “Fil­lets” were worn on­ly by mar­ried wom­en. (2) “Fer­ran”, a gray col­ored cloth of silk and wool; from O.F. “fer­ran­dine”. (3) “Clasps” or “brooches” were used to fas­ten the dress­es in front.