Adventure XXXVII: How the Margrave Rüdiger was slain

That morn had the homeless heroes like battling giants warred.And now came into the courtyard of the palace Gotlind's lord;And he saw what fearful havoc had been wrought unto Hun and to guest.Wept Rüdiger the true-hearted with sorrow-burdened breast."Alas and alas," cried the hero, "that I live this day to see!And none can now put an ending to this calamity!Fain would I make reconcilement, but now no word of peaceWill the King hear, seeing that ever doth the mischief done himincrease."Then Rüdiger the noble sent unto Dietrich of Bern,If perchance some little relenting he might win from Etzel the stern.But the Lord of Bern sent answer: "The doom who now may stay?No man will King Etzel suffer to stand between him and the prey."

Then a certain man of the Hunfolk saw Rüdiger making doleWith weeping eyes; for long time had he stood there bitter of soul.And spake to the Queen that scorner: "Behold him idly standWhom Etzel and thou have exalted above all else in the land!Lordships he hath and vassals; to him all minister.Wherefore be castles so many committed to Rüdiger,Those stately towers that he holdeth now of the King our Lord?No knightly blow hath he stricken in this war-storm with his sword.Meseemeth he recketh little what here unto us may betide,So himself be full of substance and his greed be satisfied.Men vaunt him a champion braver than any in all our array:Little enow hath he proved it in this our evil day!"

In sorrow and wrath the hero, the man of the loyal heart,Glared on the Hunnish mocker who hurled that slander-dart.He thought: "For this thou payest! A craven am I, saidst thou?In the presence of kings too loudly hast thou told thy story now!"He clenched his fist in his anger; full on the scoffer he ran,And with such might resistless he smote that Hunnish man,That down to the earth he dashed him, and dead at his feet did helie.But the sorrow of King Etzel was made but the more thereby."Away with thee, vile caitiff!" did the good knight Rüdiger cry."Trouble enow and anguish of soul before had I!What hast thou to do to taunt me that here I have struck no blow?Of a truth to hate yon strangers reason have I enow.Yea, now were I striving against them to the uttermost of my might,Were it not that I was escort hither to prince and knight.Yea, it was I that convoyed them to my lord Etzel's land;Therefore I may not against them uplift my wretched hand."Then to the Lord of the Marches did Etzel the great King say:"Rüdiger, noble hero, how hast thou helped us to-day?Good sooth, in the land have perished more than enough of my folk:No more murders are needed! Thou hast stricken an evil stroke."But the noble knight made answer: "He angered my spirit sore;For he taunted me with mine honours and my wealth's unstinted store,With the gifts that with hand ungrudging thou hast heaped upon me, OKing!Of a truth to the reckless liar was his scoff an evil thing!"

Drew nigh that Daughter of Princes, which also had seen it done,That deed which the hero's anger had wrought on the hapless Hun.Bitterly did she lament it, many a tear she shed;And unto Rüdiger spake she: "Wherein have we meritedThat to me and the King yet further thou shouldst multiply sorrow andpain?Thou hast, O Rüdiger, promised unto us, yea, once and again,That thou wouldst venture thine honour, yea, and thy life for us.Oft have I heard knights yield thee the prize of the valorous.Of the oath-plight now I remind thee that thou swarest by thy righthand,When, chosen of knights, thou didst woo me to be queen of Etzel'sland,That thou wouldst render me service even to our life's end.Never--ah me all-hapless!--had I such need of a friend!"

"O Queen, no whit I deny it, an oath unto thee did I takeThat my life and my very honour I would venture for thy sake.But to peril my soul's salvation!--that have I never sworn.It was I that brought to this high-tide those princes nobly-born.""Rüdiger," said she, "bethink thee of that thy plighted troth,How that in all mine affliction--thou didst promise and seal it byoath--Aye wouldst thou be mine avenger, in my wrongs wouldst stand by myside."Made answer the Lord of the Marches: "Never yet hath my word beenbelied!"

Then did the great King Etzel set him withal to entreat;And they knelt in supplication, they twain, at the hero's feet.Then was the noble Margrave 'neath a burden of sorrow bowed,And the loyal knight in anguish of spirit cried aloud:"Woe's me, the God-forsaken, that I live to see this day!All my manhood's honour must I now cast away,All loyal faith God-given, and all my knightly renown!Ah God in Heaven, why rather may death not smite me down?Which deed soever I turn from, to take the other on me,I play the part of a traitor, I act all evilly.Though I take the part of neither, still will the world cry shame.Oh that He now would guide me, from whose fashioning hands I came!"

They hung upon him so sorely, the King and Kriemhild his wife,That doomed was many a warrior to cast away his lifeBy Rüdiger's right hand smitten, yea, the hero's self must die.Now hearken ye to the story of the woe he won thereby.Well knew he that scathe and sorrow unmixed should be all his gain.Of a truth unto Etzel and Kriemhild had he denied full fainHerein to fulfil their pleasure. A dark thought haunted his breast,That the world would hold him accursèd if he slew one single guest.

Then spake once more unto Etzel that hero battle-bold:"Lord King, take back, I pray thee, all things that of thee I hold,My lordships and my castles--I will keep nor wealth nor lands.Forth on my feet into exile will I fare with empty hands.(C) Stripped bare of all my possessions thy land will I leave--to befree!Only my wife and my daughter will I lead by the hand with me.I choose this, rather than passing to meet death perjured-souled.In an evil hour to thy service did I bind me to earn thy gold!"But answer made King Etzel: "Who then shall mine helper be?Behold, thy land and thy vassals, all these I committed to theeTo the end that thou mightest avenge me on whoso should do medespite.Do this, and next unto Etzel shalt thou reign in kingly might."

But Rüdiger made answer: "How can I do this thing?Unto mine house I bade them with friendly welcoming,With meats and with drinks love-lavished their feast did I array,And I gave to them gifts at parting--shall I fall on them now andslay?What if the world misdeem me, and say that Rüdiger quailed?At the least in all true service to them have I never failed.If now I should fall upon them, that were a deed most vile.I should sorely rue the friendship knit up with these erewhile.I gave to wife my daughter unto Giselher the thane:On earth no worthier bridegroom for my dear child could I gain,Nor in knightly spirit nor honour, nor in faith, nor in this world'sgood.Never was prince thus youthful so chivalrous of mood."

But again made answer Kriemhild: "O Rüdiger, noble chief,Think also on us; have pity on all our wrongs and our grief,Upon mine and my Lord King Etzel's; yea, ponder well thereon.No host in the wide world ever more pestilent guests hath won."Thereat unto Queen Kriemhild did the Lord of the Marches say:"His life must be rendered in payment by Rüdiger this dayFor all the kindness showed me of thee and my Lord the King.For this must I die: remaineth no space for lingering.This day I know of a surety my castles and my landShall be yielded up, shall be wrested from me by a foeman's hand.I commit to your lovingkindness my wife and my fatherless child,And all mine household abiding in Bechlaren's halls exiled.""Now God reward thee," answered the King, "O Rüdiger!"--Even he and the Lady Kriemhild, so glad at heart they were--"The care of all thy people as a solemn trust we receive.Yet, as I hope salvation, I look that thyself shalt live."

So did he set on the hazard both soul and mortal life.And now brake forth into weeping Kriemhild, Etzel's wife.But he said: "I must keep unbroken the oath that I sware unto thee.Alas for you, friends! Sad-hearted I become your enemy!"So from King Etzel's presence he departed heavy of cheer;And he looked, and behold, his warriors to their lord had now drawnnear.And he cried: "Ye must forthwith arm you, all ye my faithful ones.Woe's me, I must needs do battle with Burgundia's valiant sons!"Straightway his warriors shouted, "Ho, bring my battle-gear!"Then here might ye see a helmet, and a massy buckler hereAcross the court borne swiftly by the squires for their lords to don.Too soon were the evil tidings to the haughty strangers known!

Now Rüdiger stood full-armoured, with his five hundred men:Twelve knights of Etzel's war-band joined them withal to him then:They thirsted to win them glory in the storm of the battle-strain--But they knew not the end of the story, nor that death should be alltheir gain.Strode forward under helmet the Lord of the Marches there.Battle-glaives keen-whetted the knights of Rüdiger bare:Each man gripped by the arm-brace a broad shield burnished bright;And the viol-minstrel beheld them, and his heart sank down at thesight.

And behold, his fair bride's father young Giselher saw come,On his gallant head his helmet:--what should he divine therefromAs touching the warrior's purpose, but the help of a loyal ally?And his soul went out to meet him, his heart with joy beat high."Thank God for such true friendship," in gladness the young Princecried,"As we won for our help in trouble, when we rode unto this high-tide!Now unto us deliverance for my young bride's sake draws nigh.By my faith, my heart rejoiceth that wedded to her am I!""On a broken reed thou leanest," the viol-minstrel said."When sawest thou heroes so many with helmet laced on headDraw near for reconcilement, and with swords made bare in the hand?Against us he cometh, to render service for castles and land."

Or ever the viol-minstrel had fully spoken the word,In front of the great hall-portal men saw that noble lord.He set his goodly buckler on the earth before his feet,And he looked on the friends he could help not, on the faces he mightnot greet.Then cried the noble Margrave to the hall, a cry of woe:"O dauntless men of the Niblungs, now guard you against a foe!Ye ought to have had mine helping--that debt will never be paid!We were friends close-knit by troth-plight--to my troth am Irenegade!"Then sorely aghast at his saying were the warriors hard-bestead.Their joy for his coming withered, and hope at the birth fell dead.This friend must battle against them, he whom they loved was theirfoe!From their enemies had they suffered travail and hurt enow.

"Now God in Heaven forbid it," Gunther the knightly cried,"That this thy friendship to usward so utterly be belied,And the trust wherewith we trusted in our own familiar friend!Nay, but I will not believe it, that all this so shall end!""For me there is no returning," the valiant warrior spake."With you I must needs do battle, even for mine oath's sake.Now stand on your guard, brave heroes, by all your love of life!From mine oath will she not release me, this King Etzel's wife."

"Too late," the King made answer, "thy love dost thou forswear.Now God on high reward thee, thou noble Rüdiger,For the faith and the lovingkindness that thou hast shown us still,So thou to the end maintain it, and all thy pledge fulfil.Unto thee will we aye be beholden for the gifts that thou didst give,Even I and my friends, so thou leave us unharmed of thee to live,For the sake of the gifts most princely whereby our trust was wonWhen to Etzel's land thou didst bring us. O Rüdiger, think thereon!""How gladly this would I grant you," the good thane Rüdiger said,"How gladly lavish upon you the gifts of my bountihead,So much as my soul desireth--how gladly do all this,And no serpent-tongue of slander against my name should hiss!"

"Ah Rüdiger, refrain thee!" Prince Gernot pleaded yet."Never a host before thee with kindlier welcome metGuests, nor with mien so gracious, as we were greeted of thee;And for this, if we win hence living, requited shalt thou be.""Would God, O noble Gernot," in anguish Rüdiger said,"That ye were again in Rhineland, and that I were lying deadWith mine honour still unsullied, since I cannot but fall on thee!Never were heroes entreated of friends so evilly!""Lord Rüdiger, God reward thee," again did Gernot reply,"For the gifts of thy princely bounty! Distressed for thy death am I,In that all that chivalrous spirit should be doomed to perish withthee.Lo here that sword which thou gavest, O noble thane, unto me.Not once this steel hath failed me through this distressful tide;Beneath its undulled edges hath many a hero died:A lordly blade and a goodly, stubborn it is and bright.Of a truth, such royal bounty was never bestowed of knight.Yet, if thou wilt nowise refrain thee, but wilt raise against usthine hand,If thou slaughter these my kinsmen which here beside me stand,Then with thine own good war-glaive I needs must take thy life.Wherefore for thee I sorrow, and for thy noble wife.""May God vouchsafe it, Gernot, and may it so befall,That in all things as thou desirest, so may it be, yea, in all,And that thou and all thy kinsfolk in life may long endure!In you should the trust of the widow and my fatherless child besure."

Spake Giselher, son of Uta, the Prince of Burgundy:"How canst thou so, Lord Margrave? These which have come with me,Unto thee are they all love-bounden. An ill deed dost thou essay!Thy daughter by thee shall be widowed, who scarce is a bride thisday.If thou and thy battle-helpers beset me now in fight,What treason unto friendship should this be in all men's sight,For that beyond all other in thee did I confideIn the hour wherein I won me thy daughter to be my bride!""Ah, think thou on thy troth-plight!" spake Rüdiger answering;"And if God shall bring you safely forth hence, O noble king,Requite not thou on my daughter the sin of Rüdiger.By all thy princely honour, be gracious unto her!""It were meet that I held to the troth-plight," young Giselherreplied;"Yet, if mine high-born kinsmen who stand in the hall at my side,If these by thy deed shall perish, snapped is the twofold chain,The love 'twixt me and thy daughter, and the friendship 'twixt ustwain."

"Then God have mercy upon us!" so did the hero groan.Then his men uplifted their bucklers, and now were at point to set onAgainst those guests, to grapple in fight in Kriemhild's hall:--But suddenly from the stair-head aloud did Hagen call:"For a little space yet tarry, O Rüdiger, noble heart!"Said Hagen; "once more commune we, ere the links of friendship part,With thee, even I and my masters, in our sore extremity.What profit is this unto Etzel, that here the homeless die?Myself am in grievous trouble," furthermore Hagen spake:"The shield that the Lady Gotlind gave me to bear for her sake,Even this in the strife with the Hunfolk was in fragments hewn frommine hand;A memorial of thy kindness I brought it to Etzel's land.Now would that God in Heaven would grant to me this one prayer,That such a trusty buckler even I might also bearAs that which is on thy shoulder, O Rüdiger, noble knight!Then, though I had not a hauberk, I were fenced in the storm of thefight.""How gladly to thee would I render my shield for thy battle-screen,If I dared unto thine hand give it in presence of Kriemhild theQueen!--Yet take it, O take it, Hagen, and grip it thou with thine hand.Ah, that thou mightest but bear it back to Burgundia-land!"

When that warrior noble-hearted so freely gave his shield,Red grew the eyes of heroes many, with hot tears filled.That was his last gift--never again, till time shall end,Will Rüdiger of Bechlaren give aught to guest or friend.How stern soever was Hagen, and unused to the melting mood,Yet thrilled with ruth was his spirit for the gift which the hero whostoodNow on the very grave-brink so freely gave unto him.Mourned many a high-born warrior, and their eyes with tears were dim.

"Now God in Heaven reward thee, Rüdiger, noblest of men!In all the earth thy fellow shall never be seen again,Who givest to friendless warriors the best of all thy store.May God vouchsafe that the glory of thy goodness live evermore!Woe's me for the word thou bringest!" Hagen cried again:"Already we bear a burden too heavy of grief and pain.God pity us, if battle we must with a friend like this!"Answered the Lord of the Marches, "As thine my heart's grief is.""Now, Rüdiger noble-hearted, thee for thy gift I requite:Whatsoever in battle betide thee from any prince or knight,Not against thee uplifted in anger shall be mine hand,Though thou slay till thou leave none living of the men ofBurgundia-land."Bowed unto him in silence that noble-hearted thane;And all men brake into weeping. That nought might make them refrainFrom such sorrow-fraught contention, it was sore calamity.In Rüdiger perished the father of all true chivalry!

Then Volker the viol-minstrel cried from the stairway's height:"Forasmuch as my comrade Hagen his peace unto thee doth plight,That same shall be moreover assured thee from mine hand.Of a surety well didst thou earn it at our coming into this land.Take thou, O noble Margrave, the message I leave with thee:These ruddy golden armlets Dame Gotlind gave unto meTo wear them at this great high-tide, a memorial of her love,I do it, thyself beholdest: be thou my witness thereof.""Now would to God in Heaven," earnestly Rüdiger cried,"That the Margravine might give thee as many more beside!Unto my wife, my belovèd, full fain will I tell the tale,If so be that I live to behold her: doubt not my word shall fail."

Soon as the promise was given, a shield the knight up-caught:No whit more there would he linger: unto madness of fury wroughtHe leapt on the guests Burgundian like a knightly battle-lord.Fast, fast the strokes down-lightened from the mighty Margrave'ssword.Twain, even Volker and Hagen, aside from his path withdrew,According as these two champions erewhile had pledged them to do.Yet dauntless foes so many by the gate-tower fronted himThat the Margrave in that first onset knew well that his peril wasgrim.Gunther and Gernot, for slaughter athirst, let him win his wayInto the hall: like heroes eager they were for the fray.But Giselher shrank from his coming, for his heart was wrung withpain;And he would not face him in battle, being loth to slay or be slain.

Now the men of Rüdiger's war-band swarm up to meet their foesAfter their lord undaunted; in the grapple of fight they close;Keen armour-sundering weapons in mighty hands they wield;Many a helmet cleave they, they hack through many a shield.Then also the battle-weary flashed many a lightning strokeDown on the men of Bechlaren: the unswerving edges brokeDeep through the strong-linked hauberks, yea, to the heart they won.Of these in the storm of battle was many a marvel done.

Now in the hall were gathered all Rüdiger's gallant array.No longer hung back Volker and Hagen; they plunged mid the fray;They thrust, and they spared not any, save one only man;They smote, and from riven helmets the blood in torrents ran.Wildly and sternly the clangour of the hailing sword-strokes rang:Steel buckler-bands were shattered, the loosened shield-platessprang:The precious stones of their blazons to the blood-pools flashed likerain.Never shall such grim battle be fought in the world again!

To right and to left death's highway the Lord of Bechlaren hewed;Sank roaring surges of battle before his fury subdued.By deeds was approved the prowess that day of Rüdiger,A lord of the ringing battle, without reproach or fear.Unflinching there stood Gunther and Gernot side by side:They lashed at the reeling war-ranks, and many a hero died.Smote Giselher and Dankwart, and of life and limb recked nought;Many a stalwart champion to his latest day they brought.

Of his giant strength the Margrave gave tokens all too true:Dreadless and mighty-weaponed, how many a foe he slew!That saw a Prince Burgundian, and his grief and wrath 'gan swell:--Then, then death's imminent shadow o'er the noble Rüdiger fell:--It was Gernot the strong; to the hero he shouted across the hall,To the Margrave crying: "So many of my people before thee fall,Thou wilt leave, O Rüdiger, living no man of my vassal-train!I am stung into wrath above measure; from vengeance no more Irefrain!Now shall the gift thou gavest be turned into scathe for thee,Since thou of my nearest and dearest hast reft so many from me.Hitherward turn thee, face me, thou noble and dreadless man!For thy gift will I give full payment, the uttermost that I can."

Ere, cleaving the war-waves, the Margrave might win unto where hestood,Bright rings of many a hauberk were crimson-sullied with blood;But at last those glory-cravers in the deadly grapple clashed;And they smote, and the death swift-leaping with the buckler asidethey dashed.Yet nought might withstand the keenness of their swordsall-sundering;And Rüdiger the Hero smote mightily Gernot the King,Smote through the flint-hard helmet, that the blood rushed down theblade:But swiftly the good knight dreadless that deadly stroke repaid.In his hand was the gift of the Margrave; he swung on high thatsteel:Though unto death he was wounded, yet one grim stroke did he deal:It crashed through the hard-knit buckler, it shore through thehelmet-band--Alas, the doom went with it of the lord of the open hand!

Ah me! such rich gifts never so ill requited were.Down fell they dead together, Gernot and Rüdiger.In the war-storm each by other smitten on one doom came;And Hagen saw, and his anger burst into sudden flame,And shouted the Hero of Troneg: "Evil hath come upon us!Such grievous hurt have we suffered by these who have perished thus,That for two lands and two peoples nor amends nor atonement there is.To the homeless shall Rüdiger's heroes now pay forfeit for this!"

(C) No mercy they showed thereafter, no foeman would they spare.Many a man down-beaten not sorely hurt fell there,Who might of his wounds have recovered, but overwhelmed by the floodOf war, 'neath the trampling of fighters he was drowned in a lake ofblood."Ah, woe is me for my brother," cried Giselher, "here laid low!Woe for the tale of sorrow that hour by hour doth grow!Yea, for my young bride's father for ever must I lament.The bitter scathe is twofold, and the grief that mine heart hathrent."Giselher looked on the father of his bride, where dead he lay;Then turned he from him to his vengeance on the last of the foes'array.Death stalked through the hall aye searching for the men of theMargrave slain,Till of all Bechlaren's vassals alive did none remain.

Thereafter Gunther and Hagen and Giselher the young,And Dankwart and Volker the minstrel, the knights of fame far-sung,Unto that place went together where those dead twain were found,And sorely wept and lamented those heroes song-renowned."Evilly death hath robbed us!" cried the young Prince Giselher:"Yet now refrain your weeping: let us forth to the outer air;Let us cool these reeking hauberks, O battle-weary thanes.Unto us, I ween, God willeth that but little of life remains."

Sitting was one, one leaning against the stairway-wall;But again their hands were idle, for Rüdiger's liegemen allLay dead within: the tumult of war had fallen asleep.Then Etzel's heart misgave him, so long was the hush and so deep."Woe's me for this treacherous service!" in anger cried the Queen:"Too long be they holding parley! Our enemies therewithinAre like to be wholly scatheless of our champion Rüdiger's hand!He is plotting to send them safely back to Burgundia-land!What boots it, O King Etzel, that on this man we have heapedAll wealth he desired soever? A foul return have we reaped!He that was pledged to avenge us, a truce with our foes will hemake!"Unto her made answer Volker, and the knightly minstrel spake:"Not so, alas, is the story, O Queen exalted high;And--dared I unto such high-born lady to give the lie--Thou dost lie in thy throat most foully of Rüdiger's trust betrayed.A sorry truce with the homeless he and his knights have made!With such good will he accomplished the hest of the King his lord,That he and all his liegemen be lying slain with the sword.Look round thee now, Queen Kriemhild, for another whom thou maystsend,For truly hath Rüdiger served thee unto the bitter end.If haply thou wilt not believe me, let thine eyes bear witness tothee."Then, to her heart's deep anguish, they gave proof plain to see;For they brought that mangled hero unto where of the King was heseen.Never the knights of Etzel knew grief so bitter-keen.

When they saw the corpse of the Margrave held forth in their sight,ah thenUtterly it passeth the power of tongue or penTo tell of the wild lamentation that from women and men wailed high,The voice of a people's anguish, an exceeding bitter cry.So passing great was the sorrow of Etzel the mighty King,That, as when a wounded lion maketh the forest ringWith his roar, so loud he lamented, and the Queen shrieked forth herpain.So wailed they in measureless dolour for noble Rüdiger slain.