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The Nibelungenlied

ADVENTURE XIX How The Nibelung Hoard Was Brought to Worms.

When the no­ble Kriemhild thus was wid­owed, the Mar­grave Eck­ewart with his vas­sals stayed with her in the land, and served her al­way. He al­so of­ten helped his mis­tress mourn his lord. At Worms, hard by the min­ster, they built for her a dwelling, broad and pass­ing large, cost­ly and great, where, with her maids, she since dwelt joy­less. She liked for to go to church and did this will­ing­ly. Where her love lay buried, thith­er she went all time in mourn­ful mood (how sel­dom she gave that over). She prayed the good God to have mer­cy on her soul. With great fi­deli­ty she be­wept the knight full oft. Uta and her meiny com­fort­ed her all time, but so sore­ly wound­ed was her heart, that it boot­ed naught, what­ev­er com­fort men did of­fer her. She had the great­est long­ing for her dear love, that ev­er wife did have for lov­ing hus­band. One might see there­by her pass­ing virtue; un­til her end she mourned, the while life last­ed. In af­ter days brave Siegfried’s wife avenged her­self with might.

Thus she dwelt af­ter her sor­row, af­ter her hus­band’s death, and this is true, well three and one half years, that she spake no word to Gun­ther, nor did she see her foe­man Ha­gen in all this time.

Then spake Ha­gen of Troneg: “If ye could com­pass it to make your sis­ter friend­ly, then might come to these lands the gold of Ni­belung. Of this might ye win great store, an’ the queen would be our friend.”

The king made an­swer: “Let us try. My broth­ers bide with her; we will beg them to bring it to pass that she be our friend, if per­chance she might glad­ly see us win the hoard.”

“I trow not,” spake Ha­gen, “that it will ev­er hap.”

Then he bade Or­twin and the Mar­grave Gere go to court. When that was done, Ger­not and Gisel­her, the youth, were al­so brought. They tried it with the La­dy Kriemhild in friend­ly wise. Brave Ger­not of Bur­gundy spake: “La­dy, ye mourn too long for Siegfried’s death. The king will give you proof that he hath not slain him. We hear you mourn all time so great­ly.”

She spake: “None char­geth him with this. ‘Twas Ha­gen’s hand that struck him, where he could be wound­ed. When he learned this of me, how could I think that he did bear him hate? Else had I guard­ed against this full well,” spake the queen, “so that I had not be­trayed his life; then would I, poor wife, leave off my weep­ing. I’ll nev­er be a friend of him that did the deed.” Then Gisel­her, the full state­ly man, be­gan im­plore.

When at last she spake: “I will greet the king,” men saw him stand be­fore her with his near­est kin, but Ha­gen durst not come be­fore her. Well he wot his guilt; ’twas he had caused her dole. When now she would forego her hate of Gun­ther, so that he might kiss her, it had be­fit­ted him bet­ter had she not been wronged by his ad­vice; then might he have gone bold­ly un­to Kriemhild. Nev­er­more was peace be­tween kin­dred brought to pass with so many tears; her loss still gave her woe. All, save the one man alone, she par­doned. None had slain him, had not Ha­gen done the deed.

Not long there­after they brought it to pass that La­dy Kriemhild gained the hoard from the Ni­belung land and brought it to the Rhine. It was her mar­riage morn­ing gift (1) and was hers by right. Gisel­her and Ger­not rode to fetch it. Kriemhild or­dered eighty hun­dred men, that they should bring it from where it lay hid, where it was guard­ed by the knight Al­berich (2) and his near­est kin. When they saw those from the Rhine com­ing for the hoard, Al­berich, the bold, spake to his friends: “Naught of the trea­sure dare we with­hold from her, sith the no­ble queen aver­reth it to be her mar­riage morn­ing gift. Yet should this nev­er be done,” quoth Al­berich, “but that with Siegfried we have foul­ly lost the good Cloud Cloak, for fair Kriemhild’s love did wear it al­way. Now, alas, it hath fared ill with Siegfried, that the hero bereft us of the Cloud Cloak and that all this land did have to serve him.”

Then went the warder to where he found the keys. Be­fore the cas­tle stood Kriemhild’s liege­men and a deal of her kins­folk. Men bade car­ry the trea­sure hence to the sea, down to the boats; one bare it then up­on the waves to the moun­tains on the Rhine. Now may ye hear mar­vels of the hoard, the which twelve huge wains, packed full, were just able to bear away from the hill in four days and nights and each must make the trip three times a day. There was naught else but gems and gold, and had men paid there­with the wage of all the world, not a mark less had it been in worth. For­sooth Ha­gen did not crave it so with­out good cause. The great­est prize of all was a wish­ing-​rod (3) of gold. He who knew its na­ture, might well be mas­ter over any man in all the world.

Many of Al­berich’s kins­men jour­neyed with Ger­not hence. When they stored away the hoard in Gun­ther’s land and the queen took charge of ev­ery­thing, cham­bers and tow­ers were filled there­with. Nev­er did men hear tales told of such won­drous store of goods. And had it been a thou­sand times as much, if the Lord Siegfried were but alive again, Kriemhild would fain have stood emp­ty- hand­ed at his side. No more faith­ful wife did hero ev­er win. Now that she had the hoard, she brought many un­known war­riors to the land. In truth the la­dy’s hand gave in such wise that men have nev­er seen such boun­ty more. She used great cour­te­sie; men owned this of the queen. To the rich and the poor she be­gan to give so great­ly that Ha­gen said, should she live yet a while, she would gain so many a man for her ser­vice that they would fare full ill.

Then spake King Gun­ther: “Her life and her goods be hers. How shall I hin­der that she do with them as she will? For­sooth I hard­ly com­passed it, that she be­came thus much my friend. Let us not reck to whom she deal out her sil­ver and her gold.”

Spake Ha­gen to the king: “No doughty man should leave to any wife aught of the heard. With her gifts she’ll bring about the day when it well may rue the brave Bur­gun­di­ans sore.”

Then spake King Gun­ther: “I swore an oath, that nev­er­more would I do her harm, and will keep it fur­ther, for she is my sis­ter.”

Spake then Ha­gen: “Let me be the guilty one.”

Few of their oaths were kept. From the wid­ow they took the mighty store and Ha­gen made him mas­ter of all the keys. This vexed her broth­er Ger­not, when he heard the tale aright. Lord Gisel­her spake: “Ha­gen hath done my sis­ter much of harm; I should pre­vent it. It would cost him his life, were he not my kin.”

Siegfried’s wife shed tears anew. Then spake the Lord Ger­not: “Or ev­er we be im­per­iled by the gold, we should have it sunk en­tire­ly in the Rhine, that it be­long to none.”

Full piti­ful­ly she went be­fore her broth­er Gisel­her. She spake: “Dear broth­er, thou shouldst think of me and be the guardian of both my life and goods.”

Quoth he then to the la­dy: “That shall be done when we re­turn again, for now we think to ride.”

The king and his kin­dred void­ed then the land, the very best among them that one might find. On­ly Ha­gen alone re­mained at home, through the ha­tred he bare to Kriemhild, and did so will­ing­ly. Be­fore the king was come again, Ha­gen had tak­en the trea­sure quite and sunk it all at Loche, (4) in the Rhine. He weened to use it, but that might not be. The lord­ings came again and with them many men. With her maids and ladies Kriemhild gan be­wail her pass­ing loss, for sore it grieved them. Glad­ly would Gisel­her have helped in all good faith. All spake alike: “He hath done wrong.”

Ha­gen avoid­ed the princes’ wrath, un­til he gained their fa­vor. They did him naught, but Kriemhild might nev­er have borne him greater hate. Be­fore Ha­gen of Troneg thus hid the trea­sure, they had sworn with mighty oaths that it should lie con­cealed as long as any one of them might live. Lat­er they could not give it to them­selves or any oth­er.

Kriemhild’s mind was heavy with fresh sor­row over her hus­band’s end, and be­cause they had tak­en from her all her wealth. Her plaints ceased not in all her life, down to her lat­est day. Af­ter Siegfried’s death, and this is true, she dwelt with many a grief full thir­teen years, that she could not for­get the war­rior’s death. She was true to him, as most folk owned.

END­NOTES: (1) “Mar­riage morn­ing gift” was the gift which it was cus­tom­ary for the bride­groom to give the bride on the morn­ing af­ter the bridal night. On this cus­tom see Wein­hold, “Deutsche Frauen im Mit­te­lal­ter”, i, p. 402. (2) “A1berich”, see Ad­ven­ture III, note 8. It is char­ac­ter­is­tic of the po­em that even this dwarf is turned in­to a knight. (3) “Wish­ing-​rod”, a mag­ic de­vice for dis­cov­er­ing buried trea­sure. Cf. Grimm, “Deutsche Mytholo­gie, ii, 813. (4) “Loche”, ac­cord­ing to Piper, is the mod­ern “Locheim” in the Rhine province.