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The Nibelungenlied by Anonymous - ADVENTURE XV How Siegfried Was Betrayed.

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The Nibelungenlied

ADVENTURE XV How Siegfried Was Betrayed.

Up­on the fourth morn­ing two and thir­ty men were seen to ride to court and the tale was brought to mighty Gun­ther that war had been de­clared. The very direst woes be­fell fair wom­en from a lie. They gained leave to come be­fore the king and say that they were Li­udeger’s men, whom Siegfried’s hand had con­quered afore and had brought as hostages to Gun­ther’s land. He greet­ed then the mes­sen­gers and bade them go and seat them. One among them spake: “My lord, pray let us stand till we have told the mes­sage we do bear you. This know, ye have of a truth many a moth­er’s son as foe. Li­ude­gast and Li­udeger, whom ye one time gave grievous sores, de­clare a feud against you and are mind­ed to ride with an army to this land.” The king waxed wroth when he heard This tale.

Men bade lead the per­jur­ers to their lodg­ings. How might Siegfried, or any else against whom they plot­ted, ware him­self against their wiles? This lat­er brought great sor­row to them all. The king walked whis­per­ing with his friends; Ha­gen of Troneg nev­er let him rest. Enow of the king’s liege­men would fain have part­ed the strife, but Ha­gen would not give up his plan. On a day Siegfried found them whis­per­ing. The hero of Nether­land gan ask: “How go the king and his men so sad­ly? I’ll help avenge it, hath any done you aught.”

Then spake King Gun­ther: “I am right­ly sad. Li­ude­gast and Li­udeger have chal­lenged me to war; they are mind­ed to ride open­ly in­to my land.”

At this the bold knight said: “Siegfried’s hand shall hin­der that with zeal, as be­seemeth all your hon­ors. I’ll do yet to these knights as I did be­fore; I’ll lay waste their lands, or ev­er I turn again. Be my head your pledge of this. Ye and your war­riors shall stay at home and let me ride to meet them with those I have. I’ll let you see how fain I serve you. This know, through me it shall go evil with your foes.”

“Well is me of these tid­ings,” spake then the king, as though he were glad in earnest of this aid. With guile the faith­less man bowed low.

Quoth Lord Siegfried: “Ye shall have small care.”

Then they made ready for the jour­ney hence with the men-​at-​arms. This was done for Siegfried and his men to see. He, too, bade those of Nether­land get them ready. Siegfried’s war­riors sought out war­like weeds. Then the stal­wart Siegfried spake: “My fa­ther Sieg­mund, ye must stay here. We shall re­turn in short space hith­er to the Rhine, and God give us luck. Ye must here make mer­ry with the king.”

They tied fast their ban­ners, as though they would away, and there were enow of Gun­ther’s men who wist not where­fore this was done. Great rout of men was seen at Siegfried’s side. They bound their hel­mets and their breast­plates up­on the steeds, and many a stout knight made ready to quit the land. Then Ha­gen of Troneg went to find Kriemhild and asked for leave; sith they would void the land.

“Now well is me,” spake Kriemhild, “that I have won a hus­band who dare pro­tect so well my lov­ing kins­folk, as my Lord Siegfried doth here. There­fore,” spake the queen, “will I be glad of heart. Dear friend Ha­gen, think on that, that I do serve you glad­ly and nev­er yet did bear you hate. Re­quite this now to me in my dear hus­band. Let him not suf­fer, if I have done to Brun­hild aught. I since have rued it,” spake the no­ble wife. “More­over, he since hath beat­en me black and blue; the brave hero and a good hath well avenged that ev­er I spake what grieved her heart.”

“Ye’ll be friends once more af­ter some days. Kriemhild, dear la­dy, pray tell me how I may serve you in your hus­band Siegfried. Liefer will I do this for you than for any else.”

“I should be with­out all fear,” quoth the no­ble dame, “that any one would take his life in the fray, if he would not fol­low his over­ween­ing mood; then the bold knight and a good were safe.”

“La­dy,” spake then Ha­gen, “an’ ye do think that men might wound him, pray let me know with what man­ner of arts I can pre­vent this. On foot, on horse, will I ev­er be his guard.”

She spake: “Thou art my kins­man and I am thine. I’ll com­mend to thee trust­ing­ly the dear lover of mine, that thou mayst guard him well, mine own dear hus­band.” She made him ac­quaint with tales which had been bet­ter left un­said. She spake: “My hus­band is brave and strong enow. When he slew the drag­on on the hill, the lusty war­rior bathed him of a truth in the blood, so that since then no weapon ev­er cut him in the fray. Yet am I in fear, when­ev­er he standeth in the fight and many javelins are cast by heroes’ hands, that I may lose this dear hus­band of mine. Alas, how oft I suf­fer sore for Siegfried’s sake! Dear kins­man, in the hope that thou wilt hold thy troth with me, I’ll tell thee where men may wound the dear lord of mine. I let thee hear this, ’tis done in faith. When the hot blood gushed from the drag­on’s wounds and the bold hero and a good bathed him there­in, a broad lin­den leaf did fall be­twixt his shoul­der blades. There­fore am I sore afraid that men may cut him there.”

Then spake Ha­gen of Troneg: “Sew a small mark up­on his coat, where­by I may know where I must guard him, when we stand in bat­tle.”

She weened to save her knight, but ’twas done un­to his death. She spake: “With fine silk I’ll sew a se­cret cross up­on his ves­ture. There, knight, thy hand must guard my hus­band, when the strife is on and he standeth in the bat­tle be­fore his foes.”

“That will I well, dear my la­dy,” Ha­gen then replied.

The la­dy weened that it would boot him aught, but Kriemhild’s hus­band was there­by be­trayed. Ha­gen then took leave; mer­ri­ly he hied him hence. The king’s liege­man was blithe of mood. I ween that nev­er­more will war­rior give such false coun­sel, as was done by him when Kriemhild trust­ed in his troth.

Next morn­ing Siegfried with a thou­sand of his men rode mer­ri­ly forth. He weened he should avenge the grievance of his kins­men. Ha­gen rode so near him that he could eye his clothes. When he saw the sign, he sent in se­cret twain of his men, who should tell an­oth­er tale: that Gun­ther’s land should still have peace and that Li­udeger had sent them to the king. How loth Siegfried now rode home again, or ev­er he had avenged his kins­men’s wrongs! Gun­ther’s men could hard­ly turn him back. He rode then to the king; the host gan thank him. “Now God re­quite you of your will, friend Siegfried, that ye do so will­ing­ly what I bid you. For this I’ll ev­er serve you, as I right­ly should. I trust you more than all my friends. Now that we be rid of this for­ay, I am mind­ed to ride a-​hunt­ing for bears and boars to the Vos­ges for­est, as I have done oft-​time.” That Ha­gen, the faith­less knight, had coun­seled. “Let it be told to all my guests, that we ride be­times. Those that would hunt with me must make them ready. If any choose to stay at home to court the ladies, that liketh me as well.”

Then spake Sir Siegfried in lord­ly wise: “And ye would a-​hunt­ing, I’d fain go with you. Pray lend me a hunts­man and some brach, (1) and I will ride to the pines.”

“Will ye have but one?” spake the king anon. “I’ll lend you, an’ ye will, four men to whom both wood and paths be known where the game is wont to go, and who will not let you miss the camp.”

Then rode the full lusty war­rior to his wife, whilst Ha­gen quick­ly told the king how he thought to trap the doughty knight. A man should nev­er use such faith­less­ness.

END­NOTES: (1) “Brach”, ‘hunt­ing dog’, cog­nate with M.H.G. “braeke”, used here.