Adventure
XXVI
How Gelfrat Was Slain by Dankwart
When they were all come over
unto the further strand,
The king began to question:
“Who will throughout this land
Show us the proper pathways—
lest we should stray afar?”
Then spake the valiant Volker:
“Alone for that I’ll care.”
“Now bide ye yet,” said Hagen,
“if squire you be or knight,
A friend’s word should be follow’d;
that seems to me but right.
I have unwelcome tidings
to make known unto ye:
No more shall we return to
the land of Burgundy!
“To-day, at early morning,
told me mermaidens two,
That we should home return not.
Now rede I what to do:
Look to your weapons, heroes,
ye needs must well beware;
Here have we mighty foemen,
and warily must fare.
“I thought to catch her lying,
that wily mermaiden:
She swore that none among us
should ever come again
Alive unto our country,
except the priest alone:
Whom therefore I this morning
have done my best to drown.”
Then quickly flew these tidings,
from troop to troop they spread;
From the keen heroes’ faces
for grief the colour fled;
To sorrow then began they
that this court-ride should lead
To bitter death as ending:
in sooth, they had good need.
Nigh Moeringen the place was
where they the flood had cross’d.
The ferryman of Else
there, too, his life had lost.
And thereupon said Hagen:
“Seeing that I have made
Foes on the road, I doubt not
that we shall be waylaid.
“To-day that self-same boatman
at early dawn I slew;
Ye know right well the story.
Now buckle quickly to,
That if this day should Gelfrat
or Else here essay
To fall upon our people,
they shall the damage pay.
“For such bold men I know ye,
this cannot fail to be.
’Twere well to let your horses,
therefore, go quietly,
That none should deem we’re passing
along the roads in flight.”
“That counsel will I follow,”
said Giselher the knight.
“But who shall now our people
across the country show?”
They answer’d: “That shall Volker,
for right well doth he know
The highways and the byways,
a gallant minstrel he.”
Before their wish was utter’d,
the fiddler they could see
Standing well-arm’d before them.
He bound his helmet on,
And on his battle-mantle
the glorious colour shone.
As signal, on a lance-shaft,
a pennon red he bore.
But with the kings, thereafter,
he fell on trouble sore.
Meanwhile the boatman’s murder
became to Gelfrat known
By message all undoubted;
and eke the news had gone
To Else the most mighty;
and sore aggrieved were they.
They sent to call their chieftains,
who came without delay.
In space of time the shortest—
I would to you make known—
Were seen unto them riding
men, who erewhile had done
Sore scathe and dread achievements
in direst stress of war.
Of such there came to Gelfrat
seven hundred men or more.
Their foemen fierce to challenge
to ride they then began,
Led by their lords aforesaid.
Too readily they ran
To catch the doughty strangers
and wipe away their shame.
Of their retainers many
by death thereafter came.
Meanwhile, Hagen of Tronjé
for that had taken care;
(How could a hero better
for all his friends beware?)
Together with his liegemen
the watch by night kept he,
As did his brother Dankwart:
’twas done right prudently.
The day its course had ended
and light they had no more.
He fear’d for friends and comrades
with heavy dread and sore.
Their road throughout Bavaria
beneath their shields they track’d,
And ere they long had ridden
the heroes were attack’d.
On both sides of the roadway
behind them, coming fast,
They heard the tramp of horse-hoofs,
too noisy in their haste.
Then spake the gallant Dankwart:
“Here will they fall on us!
Now fasten on your helmets—
’twere wise to wait them thus.”
They halted on their journey,
naught else was to be done.
They saw how in the darkness
the polish’d bucklers shone,
Until at last would Hagen
no longer brook delay:
“Who hunts us on the highway?”
to him must Gelfrat say.
In this wise then the Margrave—
he of Bavaria—spake:
“Our foemen we are seeking,
and now are on their track.
I know not who hath slain me
my ferryman this day,
He was a skilful hero,
and sorrow well I may.”
To him spake he of Tronjé:
“And was that boatman thine?
He would not take us over.
The guilt thereof is mine,
For then I slew the warrior;
in sooth, there was good need,
Since at his hands I elsewise
had got my death instead.
“I offer’d him for guerdon
good gold and raiment fine
To ferry us, O hero!
unto this land of thine,
Which anger’d him so sorely
that he at me a blow
Aim’d with a sturdy barge-pole;
then I grew fierce enow,
“And clutching at my broadsword,
I paid him back again
With blows that deeply wounded;
so was the hero slain.
Amends therefore I’ll make thee,
howe’er thou thinkest good.”
Then fell the two to wrangle:
both were of stubborn mood.
“Full well I knew,” said Gelfrat,
“that when this way did ride
Gunther and his retainers,
much ill would us betide
Through Hagen, lord of Tronjé.
Not hence alive goes he;
For my poor boatman’s murder
he must the forfeit be.”
Above their bucklers bent they
their lances for the thrust,
Sir Gelfrat and Sir Hagen;
each at the other must.
Then Else, too, and Dankwart
came riding gallantly,
To try each other’s mettle;
the fight raged fiercely.
How otherwise might heroes
more featly try their strength?
By a hard lance-thrust smitten
Hagen the bold, at length,
From off his horse fell backwards,
by Gelfrat’s hand laid low
His saddle-bow was broken
and downfall he must know.
Among the yeomen’s lances
arose a clashing sound.
Then up again rose Hagen,
who, whilom on the ground
From Gelfrat’s blow, had fallen
upon the meadow-grass.
His mood, methinks, to Gelfrat
of sort ungentle was.
Who held in charge their horses,
that is to me unknown;
The twain were now dismounted
and on the sand stood down—
Hagen, to wit, and Gelfrat,
who at each other flew;
The folk of either aided
who of the combat knew.
How mightfully soever
Hagen on Gelfrat leapt,
The noble margrave parried;
and with one stroke he swept
A great piece off his buckler—
that sparks therefrom were shed;
Whereby King Gunther’s vassal
was well-nigh stricken dead.
Thereon he unto Dankwart
to call aloud began:
“Dear brother, help me quickly!
for, lo, a mighty man
Hath got me at his mercy;
he’ll make an end of me!”
Then spake the valiant Dankwart:
“To that I soon will see.”
Then nearer sprang the hero
and struck so fell a blow
With keen edge of his weapon,
that dead he laid him low.
Then fain had Else taken
some vengeance for the wight;
But he and all his people
went off in sorry plight.
His brother had been slaughter’d;
himself, too, had a wound;
Full eighty of his warriors
lay there upon the ground
In grim Death’s grip forever;
needs must the hero then
Turn round and flee for safety
before King Gunther’s men.
Now while they of Bavaria
along the road did flee,
The horrid sounds of slaughter
were heard unceasingly.
So did the men of Tronjé
after their foemen chase,
Who of defeat had dreamt not;
too soon it came to pass.
And while they still were fleeing,
Dankwart the thane call’d out:
“Upon the road right quickly
we ought to turn about
And let them run at leisure:
all wet they are with blood!
Unto our friends return we;
in sooth I deem it good.”
Now when they were returnèd
to where the fight had been,
Spake Hagen, lord of Tronjé:
“Ye heroes, be it seen
What damage we have suffer’d,
and who to us is lost;
By reason of this battle which
Gelfrat’s wrath hath cost.”
A loss of four they reckon’d;
these must they grieve for well.
But fully they aveng’d were:
for against them there fell
Of the Bavarian warriors
a hundred men and more;
Whereby the Tronians’ bucklers
were dimm’d and wet with gore.
Just then a gleam of moonlight
between the clouds did break.
“Now look ye well that no one,”
so to them Hagen spake,
“Betray to my dear masters
what we have done this day;
Let them until the morning
free from all trouble stay.”
When they who had been fighting
had now caught up the rest,
With weariness the people
were grievously distress’d.
“How long,” were many asking,
“must we be riding yet?”
And doughty Dankwart answer’d:
“No lodging can we get.
“Until the dawn of morning
ye all must onwards ride.”
Volker the quick, who all things
did for the folk provide,
Bade some one ask the marshal:
“Where shall we go towards,
That we may rest our horses
and eke our well-loved lords?”
Then spake the doughty Dankwart:
“In sooth I cannot say,
But there must be no resting
before the dawn of day;
Then, wheresoe’er we find it,
upon the grass we’ll lie.”
Some, when they heard this bidding,
were sore aggrieved thereby.
So were they undiscover’d
by the warm blood-stains red,
Until the sun uprising
with his bright beams had shed
The day-dawn o’er the mountains;
then first the king did see
That they had fought. The hero
spake to them wrathfully:
“How now? ye have, friend Hagen,
methinks but small regard
For this my presence with you,
seeing ye thus have dared
To stain with blood your armour!
now who hath done this thing?”
“ ’Twas Else, who set on us
last night,” he told the king.
“His ferryman the cause was
that we were set upon;
My brother came, and Gelfrat
was by his hand fordone;
Then Else fled before us,
by direst need bested.
Four men we lost; a hundred
of them we left for dead.”
The place at which they rested
I know not to declare;
But all the country people
ere long became aware
That sons of noble Uté
to court were on their way:
And thus a hearty welcome
at Passau soon had they.
The Bishop Pilgrin, uncle
of these high rulers three,
Was in his heart well-pleasèd
his sister’s sons to see,
With such a host of warriors,
thus come to his domain.
That he meant well unto them,
was very quickly plain.
Right gladly were they welcomed
by friends upon the way;
But since there was at Passau
no room for them to stay,
They needs must cross the water,
where open field they found;
There tents and wooden cabins
they set up on the ground.
There must they stay and rest them
for space of one whole day
And eke the night that follow’d.
How fairly served were they!
To Rüdeger’s dominions
thence had they to ride on.
To him the tidings also
were very quickly known.
When now the wayworn riders
had taken needful rest,
And nearer were approaching
the country of their quest,
They found upon the marches
a knight who sleeping lay,
From whom Hagen of Tronjé
a stout sword took away.
Ay, Eckewart the name was
of that same warrior good;
Much grief had he thereover,
and sorry was his mood
That he had lost the weapon
through heroes passing there.
Ill-watch’d found they the borders
of margrave Rüdeger.
“Woe’s me for this dishonour,”
thereon said Eckewart,
“This journey of Burgundians
I rue with all my heart.
Since ever I lost Siegfried,
my luck hath all been gone.
Alack, the day, Lord Rüdeger,
what ill to thee I’ve done!”
Now Hagen heard right plainly
the noble warrior’s woe.
His sword again he gave him
and six red armlets, too.
“Take these as pledge, O hero,
that thou my friend wilt be;
Good knight thou art, though lonely
thou sleptst upon the lea.”
“God for thy rings requite thee,”
said Eckewart thereto;
“Thy journey into Hunsland
yet sorely do I rue.
Thou took’st the life of Siegfried;
here art thou held in hate.
To guard thyself be careful:
in good faith rede I that.”
“Now God alone must keep us!”
Hagen for answer gave.
“In truth no greater trouble
these warriors now have
Than that, for kings and liegemen,
on lodgings we may light,
Where we in this same country
may lay our heads to-night.
“The horses have been ruin’d
by roads so far about;”
Thus spake the warrior Hagen,
“our stores are all run out;
None can be had for money;
a worthy host we need,
Who ere this day is ended
will kindly give us bread.”
Spake Eckewart in answer:
“A host to you I’ll show:
And such a one ne’er bade you
into his house to go,
In any land whatever,
as ye may meet with here
If ye, good thanes are willing
to visit Rüdeger.
“He dwells hard by the highway:
of hosts he is the best
That ever had a rooftree.
His heart is aye possest
Of kindness, as of flowers
are meadows in sweet May;
If he can succour heroes,
glad will he be the day.”
“Wilt thou then,” said King Gunther,
“be now my messenger,
And see if for my pleasure,
my kind friend Rüdeger
Shelter unto my kinsfolk
and all our men will give?
So will I do my utmost
to serve him while I live.”
“I’ll gladly be the envoy,”
then answer’d Eckewart.
With right good will so did he
upon the errand start.
To Rüdeger declared he
what he was bade to say,
Who no such joyful tidings
had heard for many a day.
Folk saw to Bechelaren
a knight ride hastily.
Him Rüdeger himself saw:
“On yonder road,” said he,
“Comes Eckewart fast riding,
of Kriemhild’s lieges one.”
He fancied that the foemen
some harm to him had done.
Then went he to the gateway
where he the envoy found
Who laid aside his weapon
from off his belt unbound.
The message that he carried
he sought not to withhold
From host and friends about him;
but straight his story told.
Unto the margrave spake he:
“I come at the command
Of Gunther, king and ruler
of the Burgundian land,
And Giselher his brother,
and likewise Gernot, too;
Each of these warriors sendeth
his greeting unto you.
“The like doth also Hagen,
as Volker doth as well,
With true and ready service.
And more I have to tell:
That—as the royal marshal
sends word to you by me—
The good men much are needing
your hospitality.”
With smiling lips unto him
made Rüdeger reply:
“Glad am I at your tidings,
that kings so great and high
Deign to bespeak my service:
they shall not be denied.
If they will cross my threshold
’twill give me joy and pride.”
“Dankwart the marshal likewise
begs you by me to tell
If you can furnish house-room
for all the rest as well:
For sixty valiant warriors,
a thousand knights right good,
And men-at-arms nine thousand?”
Then joyful was his mood.
“Now be these guests right welcome,”
made answer Rüdeger,
“And all these noble warriors,
unto my dwelling here;
To them, as yet, at no time
have I a service done.
So ride to meet them, kinsmen
and lieges everyone.”
Then quickly to their horses
hurried each squire and knight.
Whate’er their master bade them
to all of them seem’d right;
And they in service hasted
the readier for that.
Naught wist yet dame Gotlinda,
who in her chamber sat.