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The Nibelungenlied

ADVENTURE XXII How Etzel Made Kriemhild His Bride.

Un­til the fourth day she stayed at Zeisen­mauer. The while the dust up­on the high­way nev­er came to rest, but rose on ev­ery side, as if it were burn­ing, where King Et­zel’s liege­men rode through Aus­tria. Then the king was told aright how roy­al­ly Kriemhild fared through the lands; at thought of this his sor­rows van­ished. He hast­ed to where he found the love­ly Kriemhild. Men saw ride be­fore King Et­zel on the road many bold knights of many tongues and many mighty troops of Chris­tians and of payn­ims. When they met the la­dy, they rode along in lord­ly wise. Of the Rus­sians and the Greeks there rode there many a man. The right good steeds of the Poles and Wal­lachi­ans were seen to gal­lop swift­ly, as they rode with might and main. Each did show the cus­toms of his land. From the land of Kiev (1) there rode many a war­rior and the sav­age Petsch­enegers. (2) With the bow they of­ten shot at the birds which flew there; to the very head they drew the ar­rows on the bows.

By the Danube there li­eth in the Aus­tri­an land a town that men call Tul­na. (3) There she be­came ac­quaint with many a for­eign cus­tom, the which size had nev­er seen afore. She greet­ed there enow who lat­er came through her to grief. Be­fore Et­zel there rode a ret­inue, mer­ry and no­ble, court­ly and lusty, full four and twen­ty princes, mighty and of lofty birth. They would fain be­hold their la­dy and craved naught more. Duke Ra­mung (4) of Wal­lachia, with sev­en hun­dred vas­sals, gal­loped up be­fore her; like fly­ing birds men saw them ride. Then came Prince Gibeek with lord­ly bands. The doughty Horn­bog, (5) with full a thou­sand men, wheeled from the king away to­wards the queen. Loud­ly they shout­ed af­ter the cus­tom of their land. Mad­ly too rode the kins­men of the Huns. Then came brave Hawart (6) of Den­mark and the doughty Ir­ing, (7) free of guile was he, and Irn­fried (8) of Thuringia, a state­ly man. With twelve hun­dred vas­sals, whom they had in their band, they greet­ed Kriemhild, so that she had there­from great wor­ship. Then came Sir Bloedel, (9) King Et­zel’s broth­er, from the Hun­nish land, with three thou­sand men. In lord­ly wise he rode to where he found the queen. Then King Et­zel came and Sir Di­et­rich, too, with all his fel­low­ship. There stood many wor­ship­ful knights, no­ble, wor­thy, and good. At this Dame Kriemhild’s spir­its rose.

Then Sir Rudeger spake to the queen: “La­dy, here will I re­ceive the high-​born king; whom­so I bid you kiss, that must ye do. For­sooth ye may not greet alike King Et­zel’s men.”

From the pal­frey they helped the roy­al queen alight. Et­zel, the mighty, bode no more, but dis­mount­ed from his steed with many a valiant man. Joy­ful­ly men saw them go to­wards Kriemhild. Two mighty princes, as we are told, walked by the la­dy and bore her train, when King Et­zel went to meet her, where she greet­ed the no­ble lord­ing with a kiss in gra­cious wise. She raised her veil and from out the gold beamed forth her rosy hue. Many a man stood there who vowed that La­dy Hel­ca could not have been more fair than she. Close by stood al­so Bloedel, the broth­er of the king. Him Rudeger, the mighty mar­grave, bade her kiss and King Gibeek, too. There al­so stood Sir Di­et­rich. Twelve of the war­riors the king’s bride kissed. She greet­ed many knights in oth­er ways.

All the while that Et­zel stood at Kriemhild’s side, the youth­ful war­riors did as peo­ple still are wont to do. One saw them rid­ing many a roy­al joust. This Chris­tian cham­pi­ons did and payn­im, too, ac­cord­ing to their cus­tom. In what right knight­ly wise the men of Di­et­rich made trun­cheons from the shafts fly through the air, high above the shields, from the hands of doughty knights! Many a buck­ler’s edge was pierced through and through by the Ger­man strangers. Great crash­ing of break­ing shafts was heard. All the war­riors from the land were come and the king’s guests, too, many a no­ble man.

Then the mighty king be­took him hence with La­dy Kriemhild. Hard by them a roy­al tent was seen to stand; around about the plain was filled with booths, where they should rest them af­ter their toils. Many a come­ly maid was shown to her place there­un­der by the knights, where she then sate with the queen on rich­ly cov­ered chairs. The mar­grave had so well pur­veyed the seats for Kriemhild, that all found them pass­ing good; at this King Et­zel grew blithe of mood. What the king there spake, I know not. In his right lay her snow-​white hand; thus they sate in lover’s wise, since Rudeger would not let the king make love to Kriemhild se­cret­ly.

Then one bade the tour­ney cease on ev­ery side; in court­ly wise the great rout end­ed. Et­zel’s men be­took them to the booths; men gave them lodg­ings stretch­ing far away on ev­ery side. The day had now an end; they lay at ease, till the bright morn was seen to dawn again, then many a man be­took him to the steeds. Ho, what pas­times they gan ply in hon­or of the king! Et­zel bade the Huns pur­vey all with fit­ting hon­ors. Then they rode from Tul­na to the town of Vi­en­na, where they found many a dame adorned. With great wor­ship these greet­ed King Et­zel’s bride. There was ready for them in great plen­ty what­ev­er they should have. Many a lusty hero re­joiced at prospect of the rout.

The king’s wed­ding feast com­menced in mer­ry wise. They be­gan to lodge the guests, but quar­ters could not be found for all with­in the town. Rudeger there­fore begged those that were not guests to take lodg­ings in the coun­try round about. I ween men found all time by La­dy Kriemhild, Sir Di­et­rich and many an­oth­er knight. Their rest they had giv­en over for toil, that they might pur­vey the guests good cheer. Rudeger and his friends had pas­time good. The wed­ding feast fell on a Whit­sun­tide, when King Et­zel lay by Kriemhild in the town of Vi­en­na. With her first hus­band, I trow, she did not win so many men for ser­vice. Through presents she made her known to those who had nev­er seen her. Full many among them spake to the guests: “We weened that La­dy Kriemhild had naught of goods, now hath she wrought many won­ders with her gifts.”

The feast­ing last­ed sev­en­teen days. I trow men can no longer tell of any king whose wed­ding feast was greater. If so be, ’tis hid­den from us. All that were present wore brand-​new gar­ments. I ween, she nev­er dwelt be­fore in Nether­land with such ret­inue of knights. Though Siegfried was rich in goods, I trow, he nev­er won so many no­ble men-​at-​arms, as she saw stand ‘fore Et­zel. Nor hath any ev­er giv­en at his own wed­ding feast so many cost­ly man­tles, long and wide, nor such good clothes, of which all had here great store, giv­en for Kriemhild’s sake. Her friends and the strangers, too, were mind­ed to spare no kind of goods. What­ev­er any craved, this they will­ing­ly gave, so that many of the knights through boun­ty stood bereft of clothes. Kriemhild thought of how she dwelt with her no­ble hus­band by the Rhine; her eyes grew moist, but she hid it full well, that none might see it. Great wor­ship had been done her af­ter many a grief. What­ev­er boun­ty any used, ’twas but a wind to that of Di­et­rich,. What Botelung’s son had giv­en him, was squan­dered quite. Rudeger’s lav­ish hand did al­so many won­ders. Prince Bleedel of Hun­gary bade emp­ty many trav­el­ing chests of their sil­ver and their gold; all this was giv­en away. The king’s cham­pi­ons were seen to live right mer­ri­ly. Wer­bel and Swem­mel, (10) the min­strels of the king, each gained at the wed­ding feast, I ween, full thou­sand marks, or even bet­ter, when fair Kriemhild sate crowned at Et­zel’s side.

On the eigh­teenth morn­ing they rode forth from Vi­en­na. Many shields were pierced in tilt­ing by spears, which the war­riors bare in hand. Thus King Et­zel came down to the Hun­nish land. They spent the night at an­cient He­im­burg. (11) No one might know the press of folk, or with what force they rode across the land. Ho, what fair wom­en they found in Et­zel’s na­tive land! At mighty Mis­en­burg (12) they board­ed ship. The wa­ter which men saw flow­ing there was cov­ered with steeds and men, as if it were sol­id earth. The way­worn ladies had their ease and rest. Many good ships were lashed to­geth­er, that nei­ther waves nor flood might do them harm. Up­on them many a good­ly tent was spread, as if they still had both land and plain.

From thence tid­ings came to Et­zel­burg, (13) at which both men and wives there­in were glad. Hel­ca’s meiny, that afore­time wait­ed on their mis­tress, passed many a hap­py day there­after at Kriemhild’s side. There many a no­ble maid stood wait­ing, who had great grief through Hel­ca’s death. Kriemhild found still sev­en roy­al princess­es there, through whom all Et­zel’s land was graced. For the meiny the high-​born maid­en Her­rat (14) cared, the daugh­ter of Hel­ca’s sis­ter, be­seen with many court­ly virtues, the be­trothed of Di­et­rich, a roy­al child, King Nen­twin’s (15) daugh­ter; much wor­ship she lat­er had. Blithe of heart she was at the com­ing of the guests; for this, too, mighty trea­sures were pre­pared. Who might tell the tale of how the king held court? Nev­er had men lived bet­ter among the Huns with any queen.

When that the king with his wife rode from the shore, the no­ble Kriemhild was told full well who each one was; she greet­ed them the bet­ter. Ho, how roy­al­ly she ruled in Hel­ca’s stead! She be­came ac­quaint with much loy­al ser­vice. Then the queen dealt out gold and ves­ture, silk and pre­cious stones. What­ev­er she brought with her across the Rhine to Hun­gary must needs be giv­en all away. All the king’s kins­men and all his liege­men then owned her ser­vice, so that La­dy Hel­ca nev­er ruled so might­ily as she, whom they now must serve till Kriemhild’s death. The court and all the land lived in such high hon­ors, that all time men found the pas­times which each heart de­sired, through the fa­vor of the king and his good queen.

END­NOTES: (1) “Kiev” (M.H.G. “Kiew”) is now a gov­ern­ment in the south­west­ern part of Rus­sia. Its cap­ital of the same name, sit­uat­ed on the Dnieper, is the old­est of the bet­ter known cities of Rus­sia, and in the lat­ter Mid­dle Ages was an im­por­tant sta­tion of the Hanseat­ic league. (2) “Petsch­enegers”, a Turk­ish tribe orig­inal­ly dwelling to the north of the Caspi­an. By con­quest they ac­quired a king­dom ex­tend­ing from the Don to Tran­syl­va­nia. They were feared for their fe­ro­cious­ness and be­cause they con­tin­ual­ly in­vad­ed the sur­round­ing coun­tries, es­pe­cial­ly Kiev. (3) “Tul­na (M.H.G. “Tulne”) is the mod­ern Tulln, a walled town of Low­er Aus­tria, sev­en­teen mi­los north­west of Vi­en­na on the Danube. (4) “Ra­mung and Gibeck” (M.H.G. “Gibeche”) ap­pear on­ly in our po­em, noth­ing else is known of them. (5) “Horn­bog” is fre­quent­ly men­tioned in the “Thidrek­saga”, but noth­ing oth­er­wise is known of him. (6) “Hawart” is per­haps iden­ti­cal with the Sax­on duke Hadugot, who is re­put­ed to have played an im­por­tant part in the con­quest of Thuringia. He ev­ident­ly comes from the Low Ger­man ver­sion. (7) “Ir­ing” is con­sid­ered by Wilmanns to have been orig­inal­ly an an­cient de­ity, as the Milky Way is called “Iringe straze” or “Irin­gi”. He oc­curs in a leg­end of the fall of the Thuringian king­dom, where he played such a promi­nent role that the Milky Way was named af­ter him. See W. Grimm, “Helden­sage”, p. 394, who thinks, how­ev­er, that the con­nec­tion of Ir­ing with the Milky Way is the re­sult of a con­fu­sion. (8) “Irn­fried” is con­sid­ered to be Her­man­frid of Thuringia, who was over­thrown and killed in A.D. 535 by Theud­erich with the aid of the Sax­ons. See Fe­lix Dahn, “Urgeschichte”, iii, 73-79. He, too, comes from the Low Ger­man tra­di­tion. (9) “Bloedel” is Ble­da, the broth­er of At­ti­la, with whom he reigned con­joint­ly from A.D. 433 to 445. In our po­em the name ap­pears fre­quent­ly with the diminu­tive end­ing, as “Bloedelin”. (10) “Wer­bel and Swem­mel”, who doubt­less owe their in­tro­duc­tion to some min­strel, en­joy spe­cial fa­vor and are in­trust­ed with the im­por­tant mis­sion of invit­ing the Bur­gun­di­ans to Et­zel’s court, an hon­or that would hard­ly be ac­cord­ed to per­sons of their rank. Swem­mel ap­pears most­ly in the diminu­tive form “Swem­melin”. (11) “He­im­burg” lies on the Danube near the Hun­gar­ian bor­der. (12) “Mis­en­burg” is the mod­ern Wiesel­burg on the Danube, twen­ty-​one miles south­east of Press­burg. (13) “Et­zel­burg” was lat­er iden­ti­fied with the old part of Bu­dapest, called in Ger­man “Ofen”, through the in­flu­ence of Hun­gar­ish leg­ends, but, as G. Hein­rich has shown, had no def­inite lo­cal­iza­tion in the old­er M.H.G. epics. See Bley­er, PB. Belt. xxxi 433 and 506. The name oc­curs in doc­uments as late as the fif­teenth cen­tu­ry. (14) “Her­rat”, the daugh­ter of King “Nen­twin” is fre­quent­ly men­tioned in the “Thidrek­saga” as Di­et­rich’s be­trothed. She is spo­ken of as the ex­iled maid. (15) “Nen­twin” is not found in any oth­er saga, and noth­ing else is known of him. See W. Grimm, “Helden­sage”, 103.