Adventure
VII
How Gunther Won Brunhilda
Now, while all this was passing,
their ship had neared unto
The castle walls, so closely
that the king’s eyes could view
Above them, at the windows,
full many a winsome maid.
That he knew none amongst them
made Gunther passing sad.
Then questioned he Sir Siegfried,
his brave companion:
“Of all those lovely maidens,
dost thou in truth know none,
Who now are gazing downward
at us upon the flood?
Whoe’er their lord and master,
they be of noble blood.”
To him replied Sir Siegfried:
“Now look you, secretly,
Amidst the maids there standing,
and then confess to me
Which you would take among them,
if you thereto had might.”
“That will I do!” cried Gunther,
the bold and valiant knight.
“Yonder, within that window,
I see one of them stand
All in a snow-white garment;
she’s fairest of the band!
’Tis her mine eyes have chosen,
so fair she is to see:
Had I the power to wed her,
my wife she needs must be.”
“The judgment of thine eyesight
hath done for thee right well!
That is the noble Brunhild,
the maiden beautiful,
Whom all thine heart desireth,
thy senses, and thy mood.”
In all ways did her bearing
seem to King Gunther good.
The queen her beauteous maidens
did thereupon command
To leave the windows straightway:
they ought not there to stand,
A gazing-stock for strangers!
they readily obey’d.
And what the ladies next did
hath since to us been said:
They decked themselves for sake of
the visitors unknown,
As comely women ever
since days of old have done.
Then to the narrow windows
they quickly came again,
Whence they could see the heroes—
and gazed with might and main.
There were of them four only,
who came unto the land.
Bold Siegfried now was leading
a horse along the sand;
The comely dames beheld him,
across the window shelf:
Whilst Gunther thought with pride that
they gazed upon himself.
He held it by the bridle—
the shapely animal,
It was so sleek and handsome,
so big and strong withal—
Until the king had mounted,
and in the saddle sat.
Thus Siegfried did him service;
which he erelong forgat.
Then Siegfried fetched his own steed,
which in the ship did stay;
Such service had he rendered
but seldom till that day,
To stand at a man’s stirrup,
until he was astride!
The fair and noble ladies
this from their lattice spied.
These two high-mettled heroes—
to one ensample clad—
White chargers and white raiment
like snow new-fallen had,
Each matching with the other;
their solid bucklers bright
Shone, on the left hand hanging
of either goodly knight.
Bejewell’d were their saddles,
their saddle-bows were small;
So rode they in their glory,
before Brunhilda’s hall.
The bells upon their harness
were wrought of bright red gold,
They came unto that country
as bound on venture bold.
With spear-heads newly sharpened,
with swords well-wrought and keen,
Which hung down to the rowels
of these two goodly men;
Such weapons bore the bold ones,
with broad and sharp-edged blade.
’Twas all marked by Brunhilda,
the great and noble maid.
With them came also Dankwart,
and Hagen of Tronjé.
These warriors were apparell’d,
as ancient legends say,
Alike, in costly raiment
and raven-black of hue;
Fair were their shields and mighty,
and strong and broad thereto.
The jewels that adorned them
from India’s land were brought,
And glittered on their garments,
as these the sunshine caught.
Their little vessel left they
unguarded, on the flood;
So rode they to the castle,
these heroes brave and good.
Full six-and-eighty turrets
they saw within the wall,
Three palaces far-stretching,
and one fair, well-built hall,
Compact of precious marble,
as meadow-grass all green;
And here, amid her court-folk,
awaited them the queen.
The castle gate unlock’d was,
the doors were open thrown,
Brunhilda’s liegemen hasted
to meet these guests unknown,
To welcome these newcomers
unto their lady’s land;
They bade men take their horses
and bucklers from their hand.
A chamberlain said to them:
“Yield now your swords to us,
And eke your shining hauberks.”
“Nay, it shall not be thus!”
Cried Hagen, lord of Tronjé,
“These we ourselves will bear!”
Then Siegfried had to teach him
what were the customs there.
“The fashion in this castle,
as you must understand,
Is that no guest shall carry
a weapon in his hand.
So let them hence be taken:
in sooth, ’tis fairly meant.”
Then Hagen, Gunther’s liegeman,
did grudgingly consent.
Wine for the guests was order’d,
and lodgings good prepared.
And to and from the palace
swift-footed warriors fared—
All clad in princely raiment
they ever came and went;
And on the stranger-heroes
were wond’ring glances bent.
Then unto Queen Brunhilda
some one the news declared,
That certain unknown warriors
had suddenly appear’d,
In glorious apparel,
by ship across the flood.
Whereon began to question
the maiden fair and good.
“I would that someone told me,”
so spake the maiden queen,
“Who are these stranger-warriors,
that ne’er afore were seen,
And now stand in my castle,
with such a noble grace?
And for whose sake these heroes
have voyaged to this place?”
Then spake one of her people:
“Lady, I must avow
Not one of these same warriors
I e’er beheld till now;
But there is one among them
much like unto Siegfried:
You must give him good welcome,
that is in sooth my rede.
“The other his companion,
who is so praiseworthy,
If he the power had, either
some rich king he might be,
Or have the jurisdiction
o’er some wide princely lands:
One sees beside the others
how royally he stands.
“The third of these companions
he is of aspect grim,
Yet, mighty Queen, right comely
he seems, and fair of limb;
From those his rapid glances
that he around him throws,
His mien, if I mistake not,
a gruesome temper shows.
“The youngest knight among them
seems worthy of all praise;
As gentle as a maiden,
yet knightly are his ways.
How winsomely he stands there,
with what a high-born mien!
And yet, if he were thwarted,
we’d rue the hour, I ween.
“How blithe soe’er his bearing,
and beautiful his form,
There’s many a goodly woman—
an’ he began to storm—
That he could bring to weeping;
his body fashion’d is
To excel in manly virtues—
a brave, bold thane is this!”
Then spake the queen: “Now bring me
my raiment and my gear;—
And if the mighty Siegfried
to win my love is here,
And therefore to this land comes—
’tis like to cost his life!
In sooth, I do not fear him
enough to be his wife.”
Ere long, the fair Brunhilda
was fittingly array’d.
With her there came full many
a beauteous serving-maid—
A hundred, perhaps, or over—
attired in all their best.
These comely dames were eager
to see the stranger-guest.
With these there went, in order,
the thanes of Isenland,
The warriors of Brunhilda,
each with his sword in hand,
Five hundred men, or over;
whereat their hearts misgave.
Then from their seats uprose they,
the heroes bold and brave.
When first the Queen Brunhilda
perceived the knight Siegfried,
Ye would, perchance, be told of
the words the maiden said:
“Be welcome,” quoth she, “Siegfried,
here unto this our land.
What meaning hath your journey
I fain would understand?”
“I proffer, dame Brunhilda,
my hearty thankfulness,
That you have deigned to greet me,
most generous princess,
Before this noble warrior,
who stands beside me now;—
Seeing that he my lord is,
such grace I disavow!
“By birth he is of Rhineland;
and what shall I say more?
His love for thee ’tis only
that brings us to this shore.
My lord doth seek to wed thee,
whatever may befall;
Of this, in time, bethink thee:
he will not change at all.
“The name he bears is Gunther,
he is a mighty king.
If haply he may win thee,
he asks no other thing.
’Twas this good warrior bade me
upon this journey come:
An’ I had dared deny him,
I’d fain have stay’d at home.”
She spake: “Since he’s thy master,
and thou his vassal art,
I’ll stake a venture with him,
if he dare play his part,
And if he gain the mast’ry,
then will I be his wife;
But should I be the winner,
ye all do risk your life.”
Then Hagen spake, of Tronjé:
“O lady, let us see
This mighty game you play at;
before a victory
You score off my lord Gunther,
it will go hard enow!
For such a beauteous maiden
he’ll count to win, I trow.”
“The stone he must throw boldly,
then leap to where it lies;
Then hurl the javelin with me:
so be ye not unwise!
Who knows? each may be losing
his honour and his head!
You must bethink you therefore,”
the winsome fair one said.
On this, the gallant Siegfried
unto King Gunther went,
And bade him tell the princess
his purpose and intent;
He might be for the issue
without anxiety:
“I shall be there to shield you
with all my craft,” quoth he.
Then spake the royal Gunther:
“Most high and mighty queen!
Declare your task unto me;
and had it harder been,
For sake of your fair body
I everything would stake:
My very head I’d venture
you for my wife to take.”
As soon as Queen Brunhilda
his will and meaning knew,
She bade the games be hastened,
as seemed to her but due.
And ordered them to bring her
her wonted gear for fight,
A ruddy golden breastplate,
and buckler round and bright.
A silken fighting-doublet
drew over all the maid,
Such as, in closest combat,
would turn the sharpest blade;
Of Lybian stuff ’twas woven,
and it was deftly done;
A bright embroider’d trimming
upon the border shone.
Meantime the stranger-warriors
were eyed somewhat askance,
And Dankwart and Sir Hagen
ill brooked this arrogance.
And how the king would fare, too,
did weigh upon their mood.
They thought: “unto us warriors
our journey bodes no good.”
The while these things were doing,
Siegfried, the crafty one,
Had, unperceived of any,
back to the vessel gone,
And found his hood of darkness,
where hidden it had lain,
And swiftly slipped it on him:
thus he became unseen.
Then back again he hastened
to where the queen he found
Her fateful game arranging,
with many knights around.
Invisibly he joined them:
so cunningly ’twas done
That, midst the whole assembly,
he was discern’d by none.
The ring was marked out clearly
wherein the games should be;
In presence of bold warriors,
who came the sport to see.
Seven hundred men and over
one saw, who weapons bare:
Which of the two was winner
the heroes must declare.
Ere long appeared Brunhilda
in all her warlike gear,
As if she meant to conquer
all kingdoms far and near.
Above her silken vestment
was twisted golden twine:
One saw thereunder ever
her lovely colour shine.
And then came her attendants;
who in their hands did hold
A mighty round-rimmed buckler,
all wrought of ruddy gold,
With steel-like clasps upon it,
many, and broad, and bright;
And underneath its shelter
the lovely maid would fight.
The maiden’s shield-sustainer
a noble baldrick was,
Wherein were gems embroidered,
as green as e’er was grass;
Their ever-changing brightness
was mirror’d in the gold.
He who would win such lady
must needs be warrior bold!
Her shield beneath the bosses,
as we have heard declare,
Was three good spans in thickness;
and this the maid could bear.
With steel and gold inlayings
so richly ’twas beset,
Her chamberlains—four of them—
could scarcely carry it.
When now the sturdy Hagen
beheld this shield brought in,
The wrathful Lord of Tronjé
did thus to speak begin:
“How now, King Gunther? truly
we’re like to lose our life,
She, whom you would be wooing,
must be the devil’s wife!”
Hear more now of her raiment:
she had a wondrous store,
A warrior’s silken mantle
from Azagaug she wore—
A noble, costly garment;
from which the flash was seen,
Of many a splendid jewel
pertaining to the queen.
Then bore they to the lady—
and weighty ’twas, I trow—
A giant-spear well sharpened,
which she was wont to throw;
Most strong and monstrous was it,
and mighty too, and broad,
And with its keen twin-edges
right terribly it gored.
Of that spear’s weight, now hearken
and hear the wonderment:
Four and a half good measures
of metal to it went.
Three of Brunhilda’s liegemen
could scarce uphold its weight.
When noble Gunther saw it,
his courage did abate
And in his heart he pondered:
“What e’er will be the end?
If she be a hell-devil,
who can the matter mend?
Were I alive and safely
once more in Burgundy,
Here, rid of love and wooing,
she long might wait for me!”
Then outspake Hagen’s brother,
the valiant Dankwart,
“Alack that we did ever
on this state-journey start!
But knights we still are, surely,
and it were very shame
To perish in this country,
o’ermastered by a dame.
“I do regret right sorely
that e’er I saw this land!
Had but my brother Hagen
his weapon in his hand,
And I had mine! methinketh
they’d be a whit more mild,
With all their pride and boasting,
these vassals of Brunhild.
“For, know now of a surety,
each one of you I warn,
No oath of peace should bind me—
had I a thousand sworn.
Ere I fordone before me
my master dear shall see,
This maid her life shall forfeit,
how ever fair she be!”
“We, without let or hindrance,
could surely leave this land,”
Said Hagen, Dankwart’s brother,
“had we good swords in hand,
And eke the armour on us
that we in battle need;
Then would this haughty woman
soon change her tone indeed!”
Full well the noble maiden
heard what the warrior said;
With smiling mouth, half-turning,
she o’er her shoulder bade:
“Thinks he himself so valiant?
bring them their armour then,
And let these heroes handle
their keen-edged swords again.”
When they received their weapons,
at the proud maid’s command,
For joy did Dankwart redden
to hold his sword in hand:
“Now play your games, and welcome!”
shouted the fearless thane,
“Gunther need fear no danger,
we have our swords again!”
The strength of Queen Brunhilda
it was a fearsome thing;
They brought her for the contest
a stone into the ring—
A monstrous one and heavy,
so mighty, and so round,
Twelve stalwart heroes scarcely
could heave it from the ground.
Whene’er she threw the javelin
she next would hurl this stone.
Then did the stout Burgundians
within their spirit groan:
“God help us!” cried Sir Hagen,
“what bride our king hath woo’d!
Hell were her proper sojourn,
she’s of the Devil’s brood!”
Around her snow-white arms she
began her sleeves to wind,
And on her hand she fastened
the buckler to her mind;
Then high she poised her javelin;
and so began the fight.
Gunther, and Siegfried likewise,
did dread Brunhilda’s spite.
And were it not for Siegfried,
who came unto his aid,
The king’s life had been forfeit
unto the doughty maid.
The knight, unseen, approach’d him,
and twitch’d him by the hand;
But Gunther quail’d: his cunning
he did not understand.
“What was it that did touch me?”
the bold man thought, and he
Look’d round and sought on all sides,
but not a soul could see.
A voice said: “It is Siegfried,
’tis I, your trusty friend,
As to this queen, I pray you,
let fear be at an end.”
He said: “Unhand the buckler,
and let me carry it,
And what thou hear’st me tell thee,
mark well with all thy wit:
Thine must be all the gestures,
but I will do each deed.”
When Gunther understood him
his heart grew light indeed.
“See thou conceal my cunning,
and tell no man thereof:
The queen will little glory
win from thee, though she scoff,
And though it be her purpose
to add unto her fame:
See how she stands before thee,
fearless, the noble dame!”
With all her strength of body,
her spear the glorious maid
Against a new shield hurlèd—
’twas broad and stoutly made—
Which on his arm was bearing
the son of Siegelind;
Bright fire-sparks from the steel flew,
as driven by the wind.
The blade of her stout lance-head
clean through his shield did crash,
And from his close-ring’d hauberk
the fire was seen to flash.
The shock of the encounter
so drave the stalwart men,
That, saving for the Tarnhelm,
they both had there been slain
Out of the mouth of Siegfried,
the bold knight, gushed the blood;
But soon again upsprang he:
then gripped the hero good
The spear which she had hurlèd,
that thro’ his buckler went,
And back it flew upon her,
by Siegfried’s strong hand sent.
He thought: “I will not shoot her,
this maid who is so fair!”
And so he turned behind him
the sharp head of the spear,
And with the shaft he smote her
upon her vest of steel;
So that the blow re-echoed
that his stout hand did deal.
The fire broke from her armour,
as driven by the wind;
Hard were the spear-thrusts dealt by
the son of Siegelind!
So much King Gunther never
had done with his own hand.
With all her strength, the maiden
such blows could not withstand.
The beauteous Brunhilda,
how soon she up did bound!
“I thank thee, noble Gunther,
thy shot its mark hath found!”
She thought that he had done it
by his own strength alone;—
But no, there slipt behind him
a far more mighty one.
Away she sped full swiftly,
and wrathful was her mood;
The stone aloft she lifted—
this noble maid and good—
Then from her hand she hurled it
with all her might and main,
And after it she leapt while
her armour rang again.
The stone fell twelve good arms’ lengths
beyond her standing-place;
But further yet the maid sprang,
and cleared the stone a pace.
Then came the noble Siegfried
to where the stone did lie:
’Twas Gunther that did lift it,
’twas Siegfried let it fly.
So bold a man was Siegfried,
so mighty and so tall,
He threw the stone still further,
and leapt beyond its fall.
His subtle arts had given
such wondrous power of limb,
That, in the leap, King Gunther,
he bore along with him.
Thus was the leaping over,
and hurling of the stone;
And they who looked saw no one,
save Gunther there alone.
The beauteous Brunhilda
all red with wrath became:
For Siegfried had prevented
King Gunther’s death and shame.
Unto her court-folk turning,
she loudly spake, as she,
Across the ring, the hero
all safe and sound did see:
“Come hither, quick, my kinsmen,
and my good lieges all,
Ye must now to King Gunther
be underlings and thrall!”
Then laid these stalwart warriors
their weapons from their hand
At Gunther’s feet, the rich king
from the Burgundian land;
Then bent to do him homage
full many a dauntless knight;—
They thought that he the contest
had won by his own might.
He gave her gentle greeting,
for he was courtly bred.
Then by the hand she took him,
that famous maid, and said:
She would henceforth allow him
the rule and power to hold.
Right glad thereat was Hagen,
the warrior brave and bold.
She bade the noble hero
along with her to go
Into the wide-room’d palace;
which being done also,
More fittingly was service
paid to the noble knight.
Dankwart and Hagen glad were
to see such pleasant sight.
Meanwhile, the ready Siegfried
wisely his plans did lay:
He took the hood of darkness
and hid it safe away.
Then the great hall he entered,
where many ladies sat,
And fell to question Gunther,
and artfully did that:
“Wherefore, my lord, delay you?
when doth the game begin
At which the queen so often
hath challenged you to win?
Let us behold and quickly
in what wise it is done!”
As though he knew naught of it
behaved the crafty one.
“How can it e’er have happened,”
thereon inquired the queen,
“That you, most noble Siegfried,
naught of the game have seen,
Wherein I have been worsted
by mighty Gunther’s hand?”
Then answered her Sir Hagen
of the Burgundian land.
He spake: “Yourself, O lady,
did much disturb our mood;
So to the ship departed
Siegfried, the hero good,
What time our lord of Rhineland
did win the game from you:
Therefore he knows naught of it,”
said Gunther’s liegeman true.
“Now welcome are these tidings,”
quoth warrior Siegfried,
“That thus your pride hath fallen
doth please me well, indeed,
That some one there is living
who may your master be!
Now must you, noble maiden,
go with us o’er the sea.”
Then spake the noble fair one:
“This may not yet befall:
My kinsmen first must hear it,
and my good liegemen all;
I may not thus so lightly
desert my land, I trow;
My chief friends must be sent there,
ere I myself shall go.”
Then sent she heralds riding
here, there and everywhere,
To bid her friends and kinsmen,
and lieges all repair
To Isenstein the fortress,
nor would she take excuse;
And bade that costly raiment
be given for their use.
So daily came they riding,
from early hours till late
Unto Brunhilda’s castle,
like to an army great.
“Now, by my faith!” cried Hagen,
“see now what we have done!
With fair Brunhilda’s liegemen
we’ll trouble have anon.
“While thus in power and numbers
they throng throughout the land,
What is the queen’s intention
we cannot understand:
What if she be against us
so wroth that we be lost?
The noble maiden surely
was born to our great cost!”
Then spake the sturdy Siegfried:
“All this will I forestall;
The danger you are dreading
I will not let befall.
I must go hence, and succour
bring quickly to this shore—
A band of chosen warriors
ne’er known to you before.
“Ye must not seek to find me,
I go across the sea;
May God meanwhile preserve you
from all indignity!
I’ll come back quickly, bringing
a thousand men with me,
The very best of warriors
that ever one could see.”
“Be not too long gone from us,”
the king in answer said:
“In this our need we shall be
right glad to have your aid.”
Said he: “I’ll come back to you,
ere many days be spent;
And you must tell the queen that
by you I have been sent.”