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  The Story of the Volsungs and Niblungs.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
Certain Songs from the Elder Edda which Deal with the Story of the Volsungs
The Lay Called the Short Lay of Sigurd
SIGURD of yore,
Sought the dwelling of Giuki,
As he fared, the young Volsung,
After fight won;
Troth he took        5
From the two brethren;
Oath swore they betwixt them,
Those bold ones of deed.
A may they gave to him
And wealth manifold,        10
Gudrun the young,
Giuki’s daughter:
They drank and gave doom
Many days together,
Sigurd the young,        15
And the sons of Giuki.
Until they wended
For Brynhild’s wooing,
Sigurd a-riding
Amidst their rout;        20
The wise young Volsung
Who knew of all ways—
Ah! he had wed her,
Had fate so willed it.
Southlander Sigurd        25
A naked sword,
Bright, well grinded,
Laid betwixt them;
No kiss he won
From the fair woman,        30
Nor in arms of his
Did the Hun King hold her,
Since he gat the young maid
For the son of Giuki.
No lack in her life        35
She wotted of now,
And at her death-day
No dreadful thing
For a shame indeed
Or a shame in seeming;        40
But about and betwixt
Went baleful fate.
Alone, abroad,
She sat of an evening,
Of full many things        45
She fell a-talking:
“O for my Sigurd!
I shall have death,
Or my fair, my lovely,
Laid in mine arms.        50
“For the word once spoken,
I sorrow sorely—
His queen is Gudrun,
I am wed to Gunnar;
The dread Norns wrought for us        55
A long while of woe.”
Oft with heart deep
In dreadful thoughts,
O’er ice-fields and ice-hills
She fared a-night time,        60
When he and Gudrun
Were gone to their fair bed,
And Sigurd wrapped
The bed-gear round her.
“Ah! now the Hun King        65
His queen in arms holdeth,
While love I go lacking,
And all things longed for
With no delight
But in dreadful thought.”        70
These dreadful things
Thrust her toward murder:
—“Listen, Gunnar,
For thou shalt lose
My wide lands,        75
Yea, me myself!
Never love I my life,
With thee for my lord—
“I will fare back thither
From whence I came,        80
To my nighest kin
And those that know me
There shall I sit
Sleeping my life away,
Unless thou slayest        85
Sigurd the Hun King,
Making thy might more
E’en than his might was!
“Yea, let the son fare
After the father,        90
And no young wolf
A long while nourish!
For on each man lieth
Vengeance lighter,
And peace shall be surer        95
If the son live not.”
Adrad was Gunnar,
Heavy-hearted was he,
And in doubtful mood
Day-long he sat.        100
For naught he wotted,
Nor might see clearly
What was the seemliest
Of deeds to set hand to;
What of all deeds        105
Was best to be done:
For he minded the vows
Sworn to the Volsung,
And the sore wrong
To be wrought against Sigurd.        110
Wavered his mind
A weary while,
No wont it was
Of those days worn by,
That queens should flee        115
From the realms of their kings.
“Brynhild to me
Is better than all,
The child of Budli
Is the best of women.        120
Yea, and my life
Will I lay down,
Ere I am twinned
From that woman’s treasure.”
He bade call Hogni        125
To the place where he bided;
With all the trust that might be,
Trowed he in him.
“Wilt thou bewray Sigurd
For his wealth’s sake?        130
Good it is to rule
O’er the Rhine’s metal;
And well content
Great wealth to wield,
Biding in peace        135
And blissful days.”
One thing alone Hogni
Had for an answer:
“Such doings for us
Are naught seemly to do;        140
To rend with sword
Oaths once sworn,
Oaths once sworn,
And troth once plighted.
“Nor know we on mould,        145
Men of happier days,
The while we four
Rule over the folk;
While the bold in battle,
The Hun King, bides living.        150
“And no nobler kin
Shall be known afield,
If our five sons
We long may foster;
Yea, a goodly stem        155
Shall surely wax.
—But I clearly see
In what wise it standeth,
Brynhild’s sore urging
O’ermuch on thee beareth.        160
“Guttorm shall we
Get for the slaying,
Our younger brother
Bare of wisdom;
For he was out of        165
All the oaths sworn,
All the oaths sworn,
And the plighted troth.”
Easy to rouse him
Who of naught recketh!        170
—Deep stood the sword
In the heart of Sigurd.
There, in the hall,
Gat the high-hearted vengeance;
For he cast his sword        175
At the reckless slayer:
Out at Guttorm
Flew Gram the mighty,
The gleaming steel
From Sigurd’s hand.        180
Down fell the slayer
Smitten asunder;
The heavy head
And the hands fell one way,
But the feet and such like        185
Aback where they stood.
Gudrun was sleeping
Soft in the bed,
Empty of sorrow
By the side of Sigurd:        190
When she awoke
With all pleasure gone,
Swimming in blood
Of Frey’s beloved.
So sore her hands        195
She smote together,
That the great-hearted
Gat raised in bed;
—“O Gudrun, weep not
So woefully,        200
Sweet lovely bride,
For thy brethren live for thee!
“A young child have I
For heritor;
Too young to win forth        205
From the house of his foes.—
Black deeds and ill
Have they been a-doing,
Evil rede
Have they wrought at last.        210
“Late, late, rideth with them
Unto the Thing,
Such sister’s son,
Though seven thou bear,—
—But well I wot        215
Which way all goeth;
Alone wrought Brynhild
This bale against us.
“That maiden loved me
Far before all men,        220
Yet wrong to Gunnar
I never wrought;
Brotherhood I heeded
And all bounden oaths,
That none should deem me        225
His queen’s darling.”
Weary sighed Gudrun,
As the king gat ending,
And so sore her hands
She smote together,        230
That the cups arow
Rang out therewith
And the geese cried on high
That were in the homefield.
Then laughed Brynhild        235
Budli’s daughter,
Once, once only,
From out her heart;
When to her bed
Was borne the sound        240
Of the sore greeting
Of Giuki’s daughter.
Then, quoth Gunnar,
The king, the hawk-bearer,
“Whereas, thou laughest,        245
O hateful woman,
Glad on thy bed,
No good it betokeneth:
Why lackest thou else
Thy lovely hue?        250
Feeder of foul deeds,
Fey do I deem thee,
“Well worthy art thou
Before all women,
That thine eyes should see        255
Atli slain of us;
That thy brother’s wounds
Thou shouldst see a-bleeding,
That his bloody hurts
Thine hands should bind.”        260
“No man blameth thee, Gunnar,
Thou hast fulfilled death’s measure
But naught Atli feareth
All thine ill will;
Life shall he lay down        265
Later than ye,
And still bear more might
Aloft than thy might.
“I shall tell thee, Gunnar,
Though well the tale thou knowest,        270
In what early days
Ye dealt abroad your wrong:
Young was I then,
Worn with no woe,
Good wealth I had        275
In the house of my brother!
“No mind had I
That a man should have me,
Or ever ye Giukings,
Rode into our garth;        280
There ye sat on your steeds
Three kings of the people—
—Ah! that that faring
Had never befallen!
“Then spake Atli        285
To me apart,
And said that no wealth
He would give unto me,
Neither gold nor lands
If I would not be wedded;        290
Nay, and no part
Of the wealth apportioned,
Which in my first days
He gave me duly;
Which in my first days        295
He counted down.
“Wavered the mind
Within me then,
If to fight I should fall
And the felling of folk,        300
Bold in byrny
Because of my brother;
A deed of fame
Had that been to all folk,
But to many a man        305
Sorrow of mind.
“So I let all sink
Into peace at the last:
More grew I minded
For the mighty treasure,        310
The red-shining rings
Of Sigmund’s son;
For no man’s wealth else
Would I take unto me.
“For myself had I given        315
To that great king
Who sat amid gold
On the back of Grani;
Nought were his eyen
Like to your eyen,        320
Nor in any wise
Went his visage with yours;
Though ye might deem you
Due kings of men.
“One I loved,        325
One, and none other,
The gold-decked may
Had no doubtful mind;
Thereof shall Atli
Wot full surely,        330
When he getteth to know
I am gone to the dead.
“Far be it from me,
Feeble and wavering,
Ever to love        335
Another’s love—
—Yet shall my woe
Be well avenged.”
Up rose Gunnar,
The great men’s leader,        340
And cast his arms
About the queen’s neck
And all went nigh
One after other,
With their whole hearts        345
Her heart to turn.
But then all these
From her neck she thrust,
Of her long journey
No man should let her.        350
Then called he Hogni
To have talk with him:
“Let all folk go
Forth into the hall,
Thine with mine—        355
—O need sore and mighty!—
To wot if we yet
My wife’s parting may stay.
Till with time’s wearing
Some hindrance wax.”        360
One answer Hogni
Had for all;
“Nay, let hard need
Have rule thereover,
And no man let her        365
Of her long journey!
Never born again,
May she come back thence.
“Luckless she came
To the lap of her mother,        370
Born into the world
For utter woe,
To many a man
For heart-whole mourning.”
Upraised he turned        375
From the talk and the trouble,
To where the gem-field
Dealt out goodly treasure;
As she looked and beheld
All the wealth that she had,        380
And the hungry bondmaids,
And maids of the hall.
With no good in her heart
She donned her gold byrny,
Ere she thrust the sword-point        385
Through the midst of her body:
On the bolster’s far side
Sank she adown,
And, smitten with sword,
Still bethought her of redes.        390
“Let all come forth
Who are fain the red gold,
Or things less worthy
To win from my hands;
To each one I give        395
A necklace gilt over,
Wrought hangings and bed-gear
And bright woven weed.”
All they kept silence,
And thought what to speak,        400
Then all at once
Answer gave:
“Full enow are death-doomed
Fain are we to live yet,
Maids of the hall        405
All meet work winning.”
From her wise heart at last
The linen-clad damsel,
The one of few years
Gave forth the word:        410
“I will that none driven
By hand or by word,
For our sake should lose
Well-loved life.
“Thou on the bones of you        415
Surely shall burn,
Less dear treasure
At your departing
Nor with Menia’s Meal 1
Shall ye come to see me.”        420
“Sit thee down, Gunnar,
A word must I say to thee
Of the life’s ruin
Of thy lightsome bride—
—Nor shall thy ship        425
Swim soft and sweetly
For all that I
Lay life adown.
“Sooner than ye might deem
Shall ye make peace with Gudrun,        430
For the wise woman
Shall lull in the young wife
The hard memory
Of her dead husband.
“There is a may born        435
Reared by her mother,
Whiter and brighter
Than is the bright day;
She shall be Swanhild,
She shall be Sunbeam.        440
“Thou shalt give Gudrun
Unto a great one,
Noble, well-praised
Of the world’s folk;
Not with her goodwill,        445
Or love shalt thou give her;
Yet will Atli
Come to win her,
My very brother,
Born of Budli.        450
—“Ah! many a memory
Of how ye dealt with me,
How sorely, how evilly
Ye ever beguiled me,
How all pleasure left me        455
The while my life lasted!—
“Fain wilt thou be
Oddrun to win,
But thy good liking
Shall Atli let;        460
But in secret wise
Shall ye win together,
And she shall love thee
As I had loved thee,
If in such wise        465
Fate had willed it.
“But with all ill
Shall Atli sting thee,
Into the strait worm-close
Shall he cast thee.        470
“But no long space
Shall slip away
Ere Atli too
All life shall lose.
Yea, all his weal        475
With the life of his sons,
For a dreadful bed
Dights Gudrun for him,
From a heart sore laden,
With the sword’s sharp edge.        480
“More seemly for Gudrun,
Your very sister,
In death to wend after
Her love first wed;
Had but good rede        485
To her been given,
Or if her heart
Had been like to my heart.
—“Faint my speech groweth—
But for our sake        490
Ne’er shall she lose
Her life beloved;
The sea shall have her,
High billows bear her
Forth unto Jonakr’s        495
Fair land of his fathers.
“There shall she bear sons,
Stays of a heritage,
Stays of a heritage,
Jonakr’s sons;        500
And Swanhild shall she
Send from the land,
That may born of her,
The may born of Sigurd.
“Her shall bite        505
The rede of Bikki,
Whereas for no good
Wins Jormunrek life;
And so is clean perished
All the kin of Sigurd,        510
Yea, and more greeting,
And more for Gudrun.
“And now one prayer
Yet pray I of thee—
The last word of mine        515
Here in the world—
So broad on the field
Be the burg of the dead
That fair space may be left
For us all to lie down,        520
All those that died
At Sigurd’s death!
“Hang round that burg
Fair hangings and shields,
Web by Gauls woven,        525
And folk of the Gauls:
There burn the Hun King
Lying beside me.
“But on the other side
Burn by the Hun King        530
Those who served me
Strewn with treasure;
Two at the head,
And two at the feet,
Two hounds therewith,        535
And two hawks moreover:
Then is all dealt
With even dealing.
“Lay there amidst us
The ring-dight metal,        540
The sharp-edged steel,
That so lay erst;
When we both together
Into one bed went,
And were called by the name        545
Of man and wife.
“Never, then, belike
Shall clash behind him
Valhall’s bright door
With rings bedight:        550
And if my fellowship
Followeth after,
In no wretched wise
Then shall we wend.
“For him shall follow        555
My five bondmaids,
My eight bondsmen,
No borel folk:
Yea, and my fosterer,
And my father’s dower        560
That Budli of old days
Gave to his dear child.
“Much have I spoken,
More would I speak,
If the sword would give me        565
Space for speech;
But my words are waning,
My wounds are swelling—
Naught but truth have I told—
—And now make I ending.”        570
Note 1. “Menia’s Meal—” periphrasis for gold. [back]


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