Sigurtharkvitha En Skamma: The Short Lay of Sigurth
Of old did Sigurth | Gjuki seek,The Volsung young, | in battles victor;Well he trusted | the brothers twain,With mighty oaths | among them sworn.
A maid they gave him, | and jewels many,Guthrun the young, | the daughter of Gjuki;They drank and spake | full many a day,Sigurth the young | and Gjuki’s sons.
Thereafter went they | Brynhild to woo,And so with them | did Sigurth ride,The Volsung young, | in battle valiant,—Himself would have had her | if all he had seen.
The southern hero | his naked sword,Fair-flashing, let | between them lie;(Nor would he come | the maid to kiss;)The Hunnish king | in his arms ne’er heldThe maiden he gave | to Gjuki’s sons.
Ill she had known not | in all her life,And nought of the sorrows | of men she knew;Blame she had not, | nor dreamed she should bear it,But cruel the fates | that among them came.
By herself at the end | of day she sat,And in open words | her heart she uttered:“I shall Sigurth have, | the hero young,E’en though within | my arms he die.
“The word I have spoken; | soon shall I rue it,His wife is Guthrun, | and Gunnar’s am I;Ill Norns set for me | long desire.”
Oft did she go | with grieving heartOn the glacier’s ice | at even-tide,When Guthrun then | to her bed was gone,And the bedclothes Sigurth | about her laid.
“(Now Gjuki’s child | to her lover goes,)And the Hunnish king | with his wife is happy;Joyless I am | and mateless ever,Till cries from my heavy | heart burst forth.”
In her wrath to battle | she roused herself:“Gunnar, now | thou needs must loseLands of mine | and me myself,No joy shall I have | with the hero ever.
“Back shall I fare | where first I dwelt,Among the kin | that come of my race,To wait there, sleeping | my life away,If Sigurth’s death | thou shalt not dare,(And best of heroes | thou shalt not be.)
“The son shall fare | with his father hence,And let not long | the wolf-cub live;Lighter to pay | is the vengeance-priceAfter the deed | if the son is dead.”
Sad was Gunnar, | and bowed with grief,Deep in thought | the whole day through;Yet from his heart | it was ever hidWhat deed most fitting | he should find,(Or what thing best | for him should be,Or if he should seek | the Volsung to slay,For with mighty longing | Sigurth he loved.)
Much he pondered | for many an hour;Never before | was the wonder knownThat a queen should thus | her kingdom leave;In counsel then | did he Hogni call,(For him in truest | trust he held.)
“More than all | to me is Brynhild,Buthli’s child, | the best of women;My very life | would I sooner loseThan yield the love | of yonder maid.
“Wilt thou the hero | for wealth betray?’Twere good to have | the gold of the Rhine,And all the hoard | in peace to hold,And waiting fortune | thus to win.”
Few the words | of Hogni were:“Us it beseems not | so to do,To cleave with swords | the oaths we swore,The oaths we swore | and all our vows.
“We know no mightier | men on earthThe while we four | o’er the folk hold sway,And while the Hunnish | hero lives,Nor higher kinship | the world doth hold.
“If sons we five | shall soon beget,Great, methinks, | our race shall grow;Well I see | whence lead the ways;Too bitter far | is Brynhild’s hate.”
“Gotthorm to wrath | we needs must rouse,Our younger brother, | in rashness blind;He entered not | in the oaths we swore,The oaths we swore | and all our vows.”
In vengeance the hero | rose in the hall,And hurled his sword | at the slayer bold;At Gotthorm flew | the glittering steelOf Gram full hard | from the hand of the king.
The foeman cleft | asunder fell,Forward hands | and head did sink,And legs and feet | did backward fall.
Guthrun soft | in her bed had slept,Safe from care | at Sigurth’s side;She woke to find | her joy had fled,In the blood of the friend | of Freyr she lay.
So hard she smote | her hands togetherThat the hero rose up, | iron-hearted:“Weep not, Guthrun, | grievous tears,Bride so young, | for thy brothers live.
“Too young, methinks, | is my son as yet,He cannot flee | from the home of his foes;Fearful and deadly | the plan they found,The counsel new | that now they have heeded.
“No son will ride, | though seven thou hast,To the Thing as the son | of their sister rides;Well I see | who the ill has worked,On Brynhild alone | lies the blame for all.
“Above all men | the maiden loved me,Yet false to Gunnar | I ne’er was found;I kept the oaths | and the kinship I swore;Of his queen the lover | none may call me.”
In a swoon she sank | when Sigurth died;So hard she smote | her hands togetherThat all the cups | in the cupboard rang,And loud in the courtyard | cried the geese.
Then Brynhild, daughter | of Buthli, laughed,Only once, | with all her heart,When as she lay | full loud she heardThe grievous wail | of Gjuki’s daughter.
Then Gunnar, monarch | of men, spake forth:“Thou dost not laugh, | thou lover of hate,In gladness there, | or for aught of good;Why has thy face | so white a hue,Mother of ill? | Foredoomed thou art.
“A worthier woman | wouldst thou have beenIf before thine eyes | we had Atli slain;If thy brother’s bleeding | body hadst seenAnd the bloody wounds | that thou shouldst bind.”
“None mock thee, Gunnar! | thou hast mightily fought,But thy hatred little | doth Atli heed;Longer than thou, | methinks, shall he live,And greater in might | shall he ever remain.
“To thee I say, | and thyself thou knowest,That all these ills | thou didst early shape;No bonds I knew, | nor sorrow bore,And wealth I had | in my brother’s home.
“Never a husband | sought I to have,Before the Gjukungs | fared to our land;Three were the kings | on steeds that came,—Need of their journey | never there was.
“To the hero great | my troth I gaveWho gold-decked sat | on Grani’s back;Not like to thine | was the light of his eyes,(Nor like in form | and face are ye,)Though kingly both | ye seemed to be.
“And so to me | did Atli sayThat share in our wealth | I should not have,Of gold or lands, | if my hand I gave not;(More evil yet, | the wealth I should yield,)The gold that he | in my childhood gave me,(The wealth from him | in my youth I had.)
“Oft in my mind | I pondered muchIf still I should fight, | and warriors fell,Brave in my byrnie, | my brother defying;That would wide | in the world be known,And sorrow for many | a man would make.
“But the bond at last | I let be made,For more the hoard | I longed to have,The rings that the son | of Sigmund won;No other’s treasure | e’er I sought.
“One alone | of all I loved,Nor changing heart | I ever had;All in the end | shall Atli know,When he hears I have gone | on the death-road hence.”
“Never a wife | of fickle willYet to another | man should yield.So vengeance for all | my ills shall come.”
Up rose Gunnar, | the people’s ruler,And flung his arms | round her neck so fair;And all who came, | of every kind,Sought to hold her | with all their hearts.
But back she cast | all those who came,Nor from the long road | let them hold her;In counsel then | did he Hogni call:“Of wisdom now | full great is our need.
“Let the warriors here | in the hall come forth,Thine and mine, | for the need is mighty,If haply the queen | from death they may hold,Till her fearful thoughts | with time shall fade.”
(Few the words | of Hogni were:)“From the long road now | shall ye hold her not,That born again | she may never be!Foul she came | from her mother forth,And born she was | for wicked deeds,(Sorrow to many | a man to bring.)”
From the speaker gloomily | Gunnar turned,For the jewel-bearer | her gems was dividing;On all her wealth | her eyes were gazing,On the bond-women slain | and the slaughtered slaves.
Her byrnie of gold | she donned, and grimWas her heart ere the point | of her sword had pierced it;On the pillow at last | her head she laid,And, wounded, her plan | she pondered o’er.
“Hither I will | that my women comeWho gold are fain | from me to get;Necklaces fashioned | fair to eachShall I give, and cloth, | and garments bright.”
Silent were all | as so she spake,And all together | answer made:“Slain are enough; | we seek to live,Not thus thy women | shall honor win.”
Long the woman, | linen-decked, pondered,——Young she was,— | and weighed her words:“For my sake now | shall none unwillingOr loath to die | her life lay down.
“But little of gems | to gleam on your limbsYe then shall find | when forth ye fareTo follow me, | or of Menja’s wealth.
“Sit now, Gunnar! | for I shall speakOf thy bride so fair | and so fain to die;Thy ship in harbor | home thou hast not,Although my life | I now have lost.
“Thou shalt Guthrun requite | more quick than thouthinkest,Though sadly mourns | the maiden wiseWho dwells with the king, | o’er her husband dead.
“A maid shall then | the mother bear;Brighter far | than the fairest daySvanhild shall be, | or the beams of the sun.
“Guthrun a noble | husband thou givest,Yet to many a warrior | woe will she bring,Not happily wedded | she holds herself;Her shall Atli | hither seek,(Buthli’s son, | and brother of mine.)
“Well I remember | how me ye treatedWhen ye betrayed me | with treacherous wiles;Lost was my joy | as long as I lived.
“Oddrun as wife | thou fain wouldst win,But Atli this | from thee withholds;Yet in secret tryst | ye twain shall love;She shall hold thee dear, | as I had doneIf kindly fate | to us had fallen.
“But soon thereafter | Atli tooHis life, methinks, | as thou shalt lose,(His fortune lose | and the lives of his sons;)Him shall Guthrun, | grim of heart,With the biting blade | in his bed destroy.
“It would better beseem | thy sister fairTo follow her husband | first in death,If counsel good | to her were given,Or a heart akin | to mine she had.
“Slowly I speak,— | but for my sakeHer life, methinks, | she shall not lose;She shall wander over | the tossing waves,To where Jonak rules | his father’s realm.
“Sons to him | she soon shall bear,Heirs therewith | of Jonak’s wealth;But Svanhild far | away is sent,The child she bore | to Sigurth brave.
“Bikki’s word | her death shall be,For dreadful the wrath | of Jormunrek;So slain is all | of Sigurth’s race,And greater the woe | of Guthrun grows.
“Yet one boon | I beg of thee,The last of boons | in my life it is:Let the pyre be built | so broad in the fieldThat room for us all | will ample be,(For us who slain | with Sigurth are.)
“With shields and carpets | cover the pyre,Shrouds full fair, | and fallen slaves,And besides the Hunnish | hero burn me.
“Besides the Hunnish | hero thereSlaves shall burn, | full bravely decked,Two at his head | and two at his feet,A brace of hounds | and a pair of hawks,For so shall all | be seemly done.
“Let between us | lie once moreThe steel so keen, | as so it layWhen both within | one bed we were,And wedded mates | by men were called.
“The door of the hall | shall strike not the heelOf the hero fair | with flashing rings,If hence my following | goes with him;Not mean our faring | forth shall be.
“Bond-women five | shall follow him,And eight of my thralls, | well-born are they,Children with me, | and mine they wereAs gifts that Buthli | his daughter gave.
“Much have I told thee, | and more would sayIf fate more space | for speech had given;My voice grows weak, | my wounds are swelling;Truth I have said, | and so I die.”
Words in this poem 38
- twain a.
- Two;- nearly obsolete in common discourse, but used in poetry and burlesque. [OE. twein, tweien, tweyne, AS. twegen, masc. See Two.]
- drank n.
- Wild oats, or darnel grass. See Drake a plant. [Cf. 3d Drake.]
- thereafter adv.
- After that; afterward. [AS. th\'d6ræfter after that. See There, and After.]
- went n.
- Course; way; path; journey; direction.
- valiant a.
- Vigorous in body; strong; powerful; as, a valiant fencer. [OE. valiant, F. vaillant, OF. vaillant, valant, originally p. pr. of OF. & F. valoir to be worth, L. valere to be strong. See Wield, and cf. Avail, Convalesce, ]
- shall v. i.
- To owe; to be under obligation for. [OE. shal, schal, imp. sholde, scholde, AS. scal, sceal, I am obliged, imp. scolde, sceolde, inf. sculan; akin to OS. skulan, pres. skal, imp. skolda, D. zullen,]
- bedclothes n.
- Blankets, sheets, coverlets, etc., for a bed.
- joyless a.
- Not having joy; not causing joy; unenjoyable.
- mateless a.
- Having no mate. [Cf. Matchless.]
- needs adv.
- Of necessity; necessarily; indispensably; -- often with must, and equivalent to of need. [Orig. gen. of need, used as an adverb. Cf. - wards.]
- shalt
- 2d per. sing. of Shall.
- yonder adv.
- At a distance, but within view. [OE. yonder, ýonder; cf. OD. ginder, Goth. jaindr there. Yond, adv.]
- wealth n.
- Weal; welfare; prosperity; good. [OE. welthe, from wele; cf. D. weelde luxury. See Weal prosperity.]
- folk n.
- In Anglo-Saxon times, the people of a group of townships or villages; a community; a tribe. [AS. folc; akin to D. volk, OS. & OHG. folk, G. volk, Icel. f, Sw. & Dan. folk, Lith. pulkas crowd, and perh. to E. follow.]
- kinship n.
- Family relationship.
- methinks v.
- It seems to me; I think. See Me. [AS. þyncan to seem, me þynceedh, me þuhte, OE. me thinketh, me thoughte; akin to G. dünken to seem, denken to think, and E. think. See Me, and Think.]
- rashness n.
- The quality of state of being rash.
- slayer n.
- One who slays; a killer; a murderer; a destrroyer of life.
- foeman n.
- An enemy in war. [AS. fhman.]
- hast
- , 2d pers. sing. pres. of. Fave, contr. of havest.
- aught n.
- Property; possession. [AS. , fr. agan to own, p. p. ahte.]
- mightily adv.
- In a mighty manner; with might; with great earnestness; vigorously; powerfully. [From Mighty.]
- didst
- , the 2d pers. sing. imp. of Do.
- troth n.
- Belief; faith; fidelity. [A variant of truth. See Truth.]
- childhood n.
- The state of being a child; the time in which persons are children; the condition or time from infancy to puberty. [AS. cildhad; cild child + -had. See Child, and hood.]
- haply adv.
- By hap, chance, luck, or accident; perhaps; it may be.
- fain v. t.
- To be glad ; to wish or desire.
- loath a.
- Hateful; odious; disliked. [OE. looth, loth, AS. la hostile, odious; akin to OS. l, G. leid, Icel. lei, Sw. led, G. leiden to suffer, OHG. lidan to suffer, go, cf. AS. li to go, Goth. leip]
- sadly adv.
- Wearily; heavily; firmly.
- happily adv.
- By chance; peradventure; haply. Piers Plowman. [From Happy.]
- wedded a.
- Joined in wedlock; married.
- tryst v. i.
- To mutually agree to meet at a certain place.
- beseem v. i.
- To seem; to appear; to be fitting.
- therewith adv.
- With that or this.
- dreadful a.
- Full of dread or terror; fearful.
- boon n.
- A prayer or petition. [OE. bone, boin, a petition, fr. Icel. b; akin to Sw. & Dan. b, AS. b, and perh. to E. ban; but influenced by F. bon good, fr. L. bonus. Ban, Bounty.]
- pyre n.
- A funeral pile; a combustible heap on which the dead are burned; hence, any pile to be burnt. [L. pure, Gr. Fire.]
- bravely adv.
- In a brave manner; courageously; gallantly; valiantly; splendidly; nobly.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
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Form and metre
Sigurtharkvitha En Skamma: The Short Lay of Sigurth is 283 lines in 68 verse paragraphs. It is unrhymed, as far as the pronouncing dictionary can tell. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 82%). 93% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 8.8 syllables. 30 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 14% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.
See other poems in iambic tetrameter.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Rhyme words, stanza by stanza
The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.
- 10 A-A- herselfA · lose · myselfA · ever
- 20 A--A rouseA · blind · swore · vowsA
- 27 A--A meA · found · swore · meA
- 35 ---AA gave · back · eyes · yeA · beA
- 56 A--AA winA · withholds · love · doneA · fallenA
- 62 A--A- theeA · is · field · beA · are
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| Of old did Sigurth | Gjuki seek, | 8 | ········ |
| The Volsung young, | in battles victor; | 9 | ·····/˘/˘ |
| Well he trusted | the brothers twain, | 8 | ··/˘·/˘· |
| With mighty oaths | among them sworn. | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| A maid they gave him, | and jewels many, | 10 | ······/˘/˘ |
| Guthrun the young, | the daughter of Gjuki; | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| They drank and spake | full many a day, | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| Sigurth the young | and Gjuki’s sons. | 8 | ········ |
| Thereafter went they | Brynhild to woo, | 9 | ˘/˘······ |
| And so with them | did Sigurth ride, | 8 | ········ |
| The Volsung young, | in battle valiant,— | 9 | ·····/˘/˘ |
| Himself would have had her | if all he had seen. | 11 | ˘/········· |
| The southern hero | his naked sword, | 9 | ·/˘/˘·/˘· |
| Fair-flashing, let | between them lie; | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| (Nor would he come | the maid to kiss;) | 8 | ········ |
| The Hunnish king | in his arms ne’er held | 9 | ········· |
| The maiden he gave | to Gjuki’s sons. | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| Ill she had known not | in all her life, | 9 | ········· |
| And nought of the sorrows | of men she knew; | 10 | ····/˘···· |
| Blame she had not, | nor dreamed she should bear it, | 10 | ·········· |
| But cruel the fates | that among them came. | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| By herself at the end | of day she sat, | 10 | ·˘/······· |
| And in open words | her heart she uttered: | 10 | ··/˘····/˘ |
| “I shall Sigurth have, | the hero young, | 9 | ······/˘· |
| E’en though within | my arms he die. | 8 | ········ |
| “The word I have spoken; | soon shall I rue it, | 11 | ····/˘····· |
| His wife is Guthrun, | and Gunnar’s am I; | 10 | ······/˘·· |
| Ill Norns set for me | long desire.” | 9 | ······˘/˘ |
| Oft did she go | with grieving heart | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| On the glacier’s ice | at even-tide, | 9 | ··/˘··/˘· |
| When Guthrun then | to her bed was gone, | 9 | ········· |
| And the bedclothes Sigurth | about her laid. | 10 | ··/˘······ |
| “(Now Gjuki’s child | to her lover goes,) | 9 | ······/˘· |
| And the Hunnish king | with his wife is happy; | 11 | ·········/˘ |
| Joyless I am | and mateless ever, | 9 | /˘···/˘/˘ |
| Till cries from my heavy | heart burst forth.” | 9 | ····/˘··· |
| In her wrath to battle | she roused herself: | 10 | ····/˘··˘/ |
| “Gunnar, now | thou needs must lose | 7 | /˘····· |
| Lands of mine | and me myself, | 7 | ······/ |
| No joy shall I have | with the hero ever. | 11 | ·······/˘/˘ |
| “Back shall I fare | where first I dwelt, | 8 | ········ |
| Among the kin | that come of my race, | 9 | ········· |
| To wait there, sleeping | my life away, | 9 | ···/˘··˘/ |
| If Sigurth’s death | thou shalt not dare, | 8 | ········ |
| (And best of heroes | thou shalt not be.) | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| “The son shall fare | with his father hence, | 9 | ······/˘· |
| And let not long | the wolf-cub live; | 8 | ········ |
| Lighter to pay | is the vengeance-price | 9 | /˘····/˘· |
| After the deed | if the son is dead.” | 9 | ········· |
| Sad was Gunnar, | and bowed with grief, | 8 | ··/˘···· |
| Deep in thought | the whole day through; | 7 | ······· |
| Yet from his heart | it was ever hid | 9 | ······/˘· |
| What deed most fitting | he should find, | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| (Or what thing best | for him should be, | 8 | ········ |
| Or if he should seek | the Volsung to slay, | 10 | ·········· |
| For with mighty longing | Sigurth he loved.) | 10 | ··/˘/˘···· |
| Much he pondered | for many an hour; | 10 | ··/˘·/˘·/˘ |
| Never before | was the wonder known | 9 | /˘····/˘· |
| That a queen should thus | her kingdom leave; | 9 | ······/˘· |
| In counsel then | did he Hogni call, | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| (For him in truest | trust he held.) | 8 | ···/˘··· |
| “More than all | to me is Brynhild, | 8 | ········ |
| Buthli’s child, | the best of women; | 8 | ······/˘ |
| My very life | would I sooner lose | 9 | ·/˘···/˘· |
| Than yield the love | of yonder maid. | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| “Wilt thou the hero | for wealth betray? | 9 | ···/˘··˘/ |
| ’Twere good to have | the gold of the Rhine, | 9 | ········· |
| And all the hoard | in peace to hold, | 8 | ········ |
| And waiting fortune | thus to win.” | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| Few the words | of Hogni were: | 7 | ······· |
| “Us it beseems not | so to do, | 8 | ········ |
| To cleave with swords | the oaths we swore, | 8 | ········ |
| The oaths we swore | and all our vows. | 9 | ······/˘· |
| “We know no mightier | men on earth | 9 | ···/˘˘··· |
| The while we four | o’er the folk hold sway, | 9 | ········· |
| And while the Hunnish | hero lives, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Nor higher kinship | the world doth hold. | 9 | ·/˘/····· |
| “If sons we five | shall soon beget, | 8 | ······˘/ |
| Great, methinks, | our race shall grow; | 8 | ·˘//˘··· |
| Well I see | whence lead the ways; | 7 | ······· |
| Too bitter far | is Brynhild’s hate.” | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| “Gotthorm to wrath | we needs must rouse, | 8 | ········ |
| Our younger brother, | in rashness blind; | 10 | /˘/˘/˘·/˘· |
| He entered not | in the oaths we swore, | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| The oaths we swore | and all our vows.” | 9 | ······/˘· |
| In vengeance the hero | rose in the hall, | 10 | ·/˘·/˘···· |
| And hurled his sword | at the slayer bold; | 9 | ······/˘· |
| At Gotthorm flew | the glittering steel | 9 | ·····/˘˘· |
| Of Gram full hard | from the hand of the king. | 10 | ·········· |
| The foeman cleft | asunder fell, | 8 | ·/˘·˘/˘· |
| Forward hands | and head did sink, | 7 | /˘····· |
| And legs and feet | did backward fall. | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Guthrun soft | in her bed had slept, | 8 | ········ |
| Safe from care | at Sigurth’s side; | 7 | ······· |
| She woke to find | her joy had fled, | 8 | ········ |
| In the blood of the friend | of Freyr she lay. | 10 | ·········· |
| So hard she smote | her hands together | 9 | ······˘/˘ |
| That the hero rose up, | iron-hearted: | 10 | ··/˘··/˘/˘ |
| “Weep not, Guthrun, | grievous tears, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Bride so young, | for thy brothers live. | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| “Too young, methinks, | is my son as yet, | 9 | ··˘/····· |
| He cannot flee | from the home of his foes; | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Fearful and deadly | the plan they found, | 9 | /˘·/˘···· |
| The counsel new | that now they have heeded. | 10 | ·/˘·····/˘ |
| “No son will ride, | though seven thou hast, | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| To the Thing as the son | of their sister rides; | 11 | ········/˘· |
| Well I see | who the ill has worked, | 8 | ········ |
| On Brynhild alone | lies the blame for all. | 10 | ···˘/····· |
| “Above all men | the maiden loved me, | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| Yet false to Gunnar | I ne’er was found; | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| I kept the oaths | and the kinship I swore; | 10 | ······/··· |
| Of his queen the lover | none may call me.” | 10 | ····/˘···· |
| In a swoon she sank | when Sigurth died; | 9 | ········· |
| So hard she smote | her hands together | 9 | ······˘/˘ |
| That all the cups | in the cupboard rang, | 9 | ······/˘· |
| And loud in the courtyard | cried the geese. | 9 | ····/···· |
| Then Brynhild, daughter | of Buthli, laughed, | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| Only once, | with all her heart, | 7 | /˘····· |
| When as she lay | full loud she heard | 8 | ········ |
| The grievous wail | of Gjuki’s daughter. | 9 | ·/˘····/˘ |
| Then Gunnar, monarch | of men, spake forth: | 9 | ·/˘/····· |
| “Thou dost not laugh, | thou lover of hate, | 9 | ·····/˘·· |
| In gladness there, | or for aught of good; | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| Why has thy face | so white a hue, | 8 | ········ |
| Mother of ill? | Foredoomed thou art. | 9 | /˘······· |
| “A worthier woman | wouldst thou have been | 10 | ·/˘˘/˘···· |
| If before thine eyes | we had Atli slain; | 10 | ·········· |
| If thy brother’s bleeding | body hadst seen | 10 | ··/˘/˘/˘·· |
| And the bloody wounds | that thou shouldst bind.” | 9 | ··/˘····· |
| “None mock thee, Gunnar! | thou hast mightily fought, | 11 | ···/˘··/˘˘· |
| But thy hatred little | doth Atli heed; | 10 | ··/˘/˘···· |
| Longer than thou, | methinks, shall he live, | 9 | /˘··˘/··· |
| And greater in might | shall he ever remain. | 11 | ·/˘····/˘˘/ |
| “To thee I say, | and thyself thou knowest, | 10 | ·····˘/·/˘ |
| That all these ills | thou didst early shape; | 9 | ······/˘· |
| No bonds I knew, | nor sorrow bore, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And wealth I had | in my brother’s home. | 9 | ······/˘· |
| “Never a husband | sought I to have, | 9 | /˘·/˘···· |
| Before the Gjukungs | fared to our land; | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Three were the kings | on steeds that came,— | 8 | ········ |
| Need of their journey | never there was. | 9 | ···/˘/˘·· |
| “To the hero great | my troth I gave | 9 | ··/˘····· |
| Who gold-decked sat | on Grani’s back; | 8 | ········ |
| Not like to thine | was the light of his eyes, | 10 | ·········· |
| (Nor like in form | and face are ye,) | 8 | ········ |
| Though kingly both | ye seemed to be. | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| “And so to me | did Atli say | 8 | ········ |
| That share in our wealth | I should not have, | 10 | ···/˘····· |
| Of gold or lands, | if my hand I gave not; | 10 | ·········· |
| (More evil yet, | the wealth I should yield,) | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| The gold that he | in my childhood gave me, | 10 | ······/··· |
| (The wealth from him | in my youth I had.) | 9 | ········· |
| “Oft in my mind | I pondered much | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| If still I should fight, | and warriors fell, | 10 | ······/˘˘· |
| Brave in my byrnie, | my brother defying; | 11 | ······/˘˘/˘ |
| That would wide | in the world be known, | 8 | ········ |
| And sorrow for many | a man would make. | 10 | ·/˘·/˘···· |
| “But the bond at last | I let be made, | 9 | ········· |
| For more the hoard | I longed to have, | 8 | ········ |
| The rings that the son | of Sigmund won; | 9 | ······/˘· |
| No other’s treasure | e’er I sought. | 8 | ·/˘/˘··· |
| “One alone | of all I loved, | 7 | ·˘/···· |
| Nor changing heart | I ever had; | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| All in the end | shall Atli know, | 8 | ········ |
| When he hears I have gone | on the death-road hence.” | 11 | ··········· |
| “Never a wife | of fickle will | 8 | /˘···/˘· |
| Yet to another | man should yield. | 8 | ··˘/˘··· |
| So vengeance for all | my ills shall come.” | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| Up rose Gunnar, | the people’s ruler, | 9 | ··/˘·/˘/˘ |
| And flung his arms | round her neck so fair; | 9 | ········· |
| And all who came, | of every kind, | 9 | ·····/˘˘· |
| Sought to hold her | with all their hearts. | 8 | ········ |
| But back she cast | all those who came, | 8 | ········ |
| Nor from the long road | let them hold her; | 9 | ········· |
| In counsel then | did he Hogni call: | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| “Of wisdom now | full great is our need. | 10 | ·/˘····/˘· |
| “Let the warriors here | in the hall come forth, | 11 | ··/˘˘······ |
| Thine and mine, | for the need is mighty, | 9 | ·······/˘ |
| If haply the queen | from death they may hold, | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Till her fearful thoughts | with time shall fade.” | 9 | ··/˘····· |
| (Few the words | of Hogni were:) | 7 | ······· |
| “From the long road now | shall ye hold her not, | 10 | ·········· |
| That born again | she may never be! | 9 | ··˘/··/˘· |
| Foul she came | from her mother forth, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| And born she was | for wicked deeds, | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| (Sorrow to many | a man to bring.)” | 9 | /˘·/˘···· |
| From the speaker gloomily | Gunnar turned, | 10 | ··/˘/˘˘/˘· |
| For the jewel-bearer | her gems was dividing; | 12 | ··/˘/˘···˘/˘ |
| On all her wealth | her eyes were gazing, | 9 | ·······/˘ |
| On the bond-women slain | and the slaughtered slaves. | 11 | ···/˘···/˘· |
| Her byrnie of gold | she donned, and grim | 9 | ········· |
| Was her heart ere the point | of her sword had pierced it; | 12 | ············ |
| On the pillow at last | her head she laid, | 10 | ··/˘······ |
| And, wounded, her plan | she pondered o’er. | 9 | ·/˘···/˘· |
| “Hither I will | that my women come | 9 | /˘····/˘· |
| Who gold are fain | from me to get; | 8 | ········ |
| Necklaces fashioned | fair to each | 8 | /˘˘/˘··· |
| Shall I give, and cloth, | and garments bright.” | 9 | ······/˘· |
| Silent were all | as so she spake, | 8 | /˘······ |
| And all together | answer made: | 8 | ··˘/˘/˘· |
| “Slain are enough; | we seek to live, | 8 | ··˘/···· |
| Not thus thy women | shall honor win.” | 9 | ···/˘·/˘· |
| Long the woman, | linen-decked, pondered,— | 9 | ··/˘/˘·/˘ |
| —Young she was,— | and weighed her words: | 7 | ······· |
| “For my sake now | shall none unwilling | 9 | ······˘/˘ |
| Or loath to die | her life lay down. | 8 | ········ |
| “But little of gems | to gleam on your limbs | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Ye then shall find | when forth ye fare | 8 | ········ |
| To follow me, | or of Menja’s wealth. | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| “Sit now, Gunnar! | for I shall speak | 8 | ··/˘···· |
| Of thy bride so fair | and so fain to die; | 10 | ·········· |
| Thy ship in harbor | home thou hast not, | 9 | ···/˘···· |
| Although my life | I now have lost. | 8 | ········ |
| “Thou shalt Guthrun requite | more quick than thou | 10 | ····/˘···· |
| thinkest, | 2 | /˘ |
| Though sadly mourns | the maiden wise | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| Who dwells with the king, | o’er her husband dead. | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| “A maid shall then | the mother bear; | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| Brighter far | than the fairest day | 8 | /˘···/˘· |
| Svanhild shall be, | or the beams of the sun. | 10 | ·········· |
| “Guthrun a noble | husband thou givest, | 10 | ···/˘/˘··· |
| Yet to many a warrior | woe will she bring, | 12 | ··/˘·/˘˘···· |
| Not happily wedded | she holds herself; | 10 | ·/˘˘/˘··˘/ |
| Her shall Atli | hither seek, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| (Buthli’s son, | and brother of mine.) | 8 | ····/˘·· |
| “Well I remember | how me ye treated | 10 | ··˘/˘···/˘ |
| When ye betrayed me | with treacherous wiles; | 10 | ··˘/··/˘˘· |
| Lost was my joy | as long as I lived. | 9 | ········· |
| “Oddrun as wife | thou fain wouldst win, | 8 | ········ |
| But Atli this | from thee withholds; | 8 | ······/· |
| Yet in secret tryst | ye twain shall love; | 9 | ··/˘····· |
| She shall hold thee dear, | as I had done | 9 | ········· |
| If kindly fate | to us had fallen. | 9 | ·/˘····/˘ |
| “But soon thereafter | Atli too | 8 | ··˘/˘··· |
| His life, methinks, | as thou shalt lose, | 8 | ··˘/···· |
| (His fortune lose | and the lives of his sons;) | 10 | ·/˘······· |
| Him shall Guthrun, | grim of heart, | 7 | ······· |
| With the biting blade | in his bed destroy. | 10 | ··/˘····˘/ |
| “It would better beseem | thy sister fair | 10 | ··/˘˘/·/˘· |
| To follow her husband | first in death, | 9 | ·/˘·/˘··· |
| If counsel good | to her were given, | 9 | ·/˘····/˘ |
| Or a heart akin | to mine she had. | 9 | ···˘/···· |
| “Slowly I speak,— | but for my sake | 8 | /˘······ |
| Her life, methinks, | she shall not lose; | 8 | ··˘/···· |
| She shall wander over | the tossing waves, | 10 | ··/˘···/˘· |
| To where Jonak rules | his father’s realm. | 9 | ······/˘· |
| “Sons to him | she soon shall bear, | 7 | ······· |
| Heirs therewith | of Jonak’s wealth; | 7 | ·˘/···· |
| But Svanhild far | away is sent, | 8 | ····˘/·· |
| The child she bore | to Sigurth brave. | 8 | ········ |
| “Bikki’s word | her death shall be, | 7 | ······· |
| For dreadful the wrath | of Jormunrek; | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| So slain is all | of Sigurth’s race, | 8 | ········ |
| And greater the woe | of Guthrun grows. | 9 | ·/˘······ |
| “Yet one boon | I beg of thee, | 7 | ······· |
| The last of boons | in my life it is: | 9 | ········· |
| Let the pyre be built | so broad in the field | 11 | ··/˘······· |
| That room for us all | will ample be, | 9 | ······/˘· |
| (For us who slain | with Sigurth are.) | 8 | ········ |
| “With shields and carpets | cover the pyre, | 10 | ···/˘/˘·/˘ |
| Shrouds full fair, | and fallen slaves, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| And besides the Hunnish | hero burn me. | 10 | ·˘/···/˘·· |
| “Besides the Hunnish | hero there | 8 | ˘/···/˘· |
| Slaves shall burn, | full bravely decked, | 7 | ····/˘· |
| Two at his head | and two at his feet, | 9 | ········· |
| A brace of hounds | and a pair of hawks, | 9 | ········· |
| For so shall all | be seemly done. | 8 | ·····/˘· |
| “Let between us | lie once more | 7 | ······· |
| The steel so keen, | as so it lay | 8 | ········ |
| When both within | one bed we were, | 8 | ········ |
| And wedded mates | by men were called. | 8 | ·/˘····· |
| “The door of the hall | shall strike not the heel | 10 | ·········· |
| Of the hero fair | with flashing rings, | 9 | ··/˘··/˘· |
| If hence my following | goes with him; | 9 | ···/˘˘··· |
| Not mean our faring | forth shall be. | 9 | ··/˘/˘··· |
| “Bond-women five | shall follow him, | 8 | ·/˘··/˘· |
| And eight of my thralls, | well-born are they, | 9 | ········· |
| Children with me, | and mine they were | 8 | /˘······ |
| As gifts that Buthli | his daughter gave. | 9 | ······/˘· |
| “Much have I told thee, | and more would say | 9 | ········· |
| If fate more space | for speech had given; | 9 | ·······/˘ |
| My voice grows weak, | my wounds are swelling; | 9 | ·······/˘ |
| Truth I have said, | and so I die.” | 8 | ········ |
On this poem
Notes from the edition 132
Henry Adams Bellows's notes to his translation (1923; Project Gutenberg #73533).
- Stanza 1 Of old did Sigurth | Gjuki seek, The Volsung young, | in battles victor; Well he trusted | the brothers twain, With mighty oaths | among them sworn.
- Stanza 1 Gjuki: father of the brothers twain, Gunnar and Hogni, and of Guthrun. In this version of the story Sigurth goes straight to the home of the Gjukungs after his victory over the dragon Fafnir, without meeting Brynhild on the way (cf. Gripisspo, 13 and note). Volsung: Sigurth’s grandfather was Volsung; cf. Fra Dautha Sinfjotla and note. Oaths: regarding the blood-brotherhood sworn by Sigurth, Gunnar, and Hogni cf. Brot, 18 and note.
- Stanza 2 A maid they gave him, | and jewels many, Guthrun the young, | the daughter of Gjuki; They drank and spake | full many a day, Sigurth the young | and Gjuki’s sons.
- Stanza 3 Thereafter went they | Brynhild to woo, And so with them | did Sigurth ride, The Volsung young, | in battle valiant,— Himself would have had her | if all he had seen.
- Stanza 3 Brynhild: on the winning of Brynhild by Sigurth in Gunnar’s shape cf. Gripisspo, 37 and note. The poet here omits details, and in stanzas 32–39 appears a quite different tradition regarding the winning of Brynhild, which I suspect he had in mind throughout the poem.
- Stanza 4 The southern hero | his naked sword, Fair-flashing, let | between them lie; (Nor would he come | the maid to kiss;) The Hunnish king | in his arms ne’er held The maiden he gave | to Gjuki’s sons.
- Stanza 4 Southern hero: Sigurth, whose Frankish origin is seldom wholly lost sight of in the Norse versions of the story. On the episode of the sword cf. Gripisspo, 41 and note. Line 3 may well be an interpolation; both lines 4 and 5 have also been questioned, and some editions combine line 5 with lines 1–3 of stanza 5. Hunnish king: Sigurth, who was, of course, not a king of the Huns, but was occasionally so called in the later poems owing to the lack of ethnological distinction made by the Norse poets (cf. Guthrunarkvitha I, 24 and note).
- Stanza 5 Ill she had known not | in all her life, And nought of the sorrows | of men she knew; Blame she had not, | nor dreamed she should bear it, But cruel the fates | that among them came.
- Stanza 5 This stanza may refer, as Gering thinks, merely to the fact that Brynhild lived happy and unsuspecting as Gunnar’s wife until the fatal quarrel with Guthrun (cf. Gripisspo, 45 and note) revealed to her the deceit whereby she had been won, or it may refer to the version of the story which appears in stanzas 32–39, wherein Brynhild lived happily with Atli, her brother, until he was attacked by Gunnar and Sigurth, and was compelled to give his sister to Gunnar, winning her consent thereto by representing Gunnar as Sigurth, her chosen hero (cf. Guthrunarkvitha I, 24 and note). The manuscript marks line 4 as the beginning of a new stanza, and many editors combine it with stanza 6.
- Stanza 6 By herself at the end | of day she sat, And in open words | her heart she uttered: “I shall Sigurth have, | the hero young, E’en though within | my arms he die.
- Stanza 6 Brynhild has now discovered the deceit that has been practised on her. That she had loved Sigurth from the outset (cf. stanza 40) fits well with the version of the story wherein Sigurth meets her before he comes to Gunnar’s home (the version not used in this poem), or the one outlined in the note on stanza 5, but does not accord with the story of Sigurth’s first meeting Brynhild in Gunnar’s form—an added reason for believing that the poet in stanzas 5–6 had in mind the story represented by stanzas 32–39. The hero: the manuscript originally had the phrase thus, then corrected it to “though I die,” and finally crossed out the correction. Many editions have “I.”
- Stanza 7 “The word I have spoken; | soon shall I rue it, His wife is Guthrun, | and Gunnar’s am I; Ill Norns set for me | long desire.”
- Stanza 7 Perhaps a line is missing after line 3.
- Stanza 8 Oft did she go | with grieving heart On the glacier’s ice | at even-tide, When Guthrun then | to her bed was gone, And the bedclothes Sigurth | about her laid.
- Stanza 8 Glacier: a bit of Icelandic (or Greenland) local color.
- Stanza 9 “(Now Gjuki’s child | to her lover goes,) And the Hunnish king | with his wife is happy; Joyless I am | and mateless ever, Till cries from my heavy | heart burst forth.”
- Stanza 9 Line 1 does not appear in the manuscript, and is based on a conjecture by Bugge. Some editions add line 2 to stanza 8. The manuscript indicates line 3 as the beginning of a stanza, and some editors assume a gap of two lines after line 4. Hunnish king: cf. stanza 4.
- Stanza 10 In her wrath to battle | she roused herself: “Gunnar, now | thou needs must lose Lands of mine | and me myself, No joy shall I have | with the hero ever.
- Stanza 10 Lands: Brynhild’s wealth again points to the story represented by stanzas 32–39; elsewhere she is not spoken of as bringing wealth to Gunnar.
- Stanza 11 “Back shall I fare | where first I dwelt, Among the kin | that come of my race, To wait there, sleeping | my life away, If Sigurth’s death | thou shalt not dare, (And best of heroes | thou shalt not be.)
- Stanza 11 Line 5, or perhaps line 3, may be interpolated.
- Stanza 12 “The son shall fare | with his father hence, And let not long | the wolf-cub live; Lighter to pay | is the vengeance-price After the deed | if the son is dead.”
- Stanza 12 The son: the three-year-old son of Sigurth and Guthrun, Sigmund, who was killed at Brynhild’s behest.
- Stanza 13 Sad was Gunnar, | and bowed with grief, Deep in thought | the whole day through; Yet from his heart | it was ever hid What deed most fitting | he should find, (Or what thing best | for him should be, Or if he should seek | the Volsung to slay, For with mighty longing | Sigurth he loved.)
- Stanza 13 This stanza has been the subject of many conjectural emendations. Some editions assume a gap after line 2, and make a separate stanza of lines 3–7; others mark lines 5–7 as spurious. The stanza seems to have been expanded by repetition. Grief (line 1): the manuscript has “wrath,” involving a metrical error.
- Stanza 14 Much he pondered | for many an hour; Never before | was the wonder known That a queen should thus | her kingdom leave; In counsel then | did he Hogni call, (For him in truest | trust he held.)
- Stanza 14 Bugge and Gering transfer lines 4–5 to the beginning of stanza 16, on the basis of the Volsungasaga paraphrase, and assume a gap of one line after line 3. Line 5, which is in the nature of a stereotyped clause, may well be interpolated.
- Stanza 15 “More than all | to me is Brynhild, Buthli’s child, | the best of women; My very life | would I sooner lose Than yield the love | of yonder maid.
- Stanza 15 After “Buthli” in line 2 the manuscript has “my brother,” apparently a scribal error. In line 4 the manuscript has “wealth” instead of “love,” apparently with stanza 10 in mind, but the Volsungasaga paraphrase has “love,” and many editors have suspected an error.
- Stanza 16 “Wilt thou the hero | for wealth betray? ’Twere good to have | the gold of the Rhine, And all the hoard | in peace to hold, And waiting fortune | thus to win.”
- Stanza 16 Cf. note on stanza 14. After thus adding lines 4–5 of stanza 14 at the beginning of stanza 16, Gering marks line 4 as probably spurious; others reject both lines 3 and 4 as mere repetitions. Rhine: the Rhine, the sands of which traditionally contained gold, was apparently the original home of the treasure of the Nibelungs, converted in the North to Andvari’s treasure (cf. Reginsmol, 1–9). That greed for Sigurth’s wealth was one of the motives for his slaying is indicated likewise in Guthrunarkvitha I, 20, and in the German versions of the story.
- Stanza 17 Few the words | of Hogni were: “Us it beseems not | so to do, To cleave with swords | the oaths we swore, The oaths we swore | and all our vows.
- Stanza 18 “We know no mightier | men on earth The while we four | o’er the folk hold sway, And while the Hunnish | hero lives, Nor higher kinship | the world doth hold.
- Stanza 18 We four: if line 1 of stanza 19 is spurious, or the reference therein to “five” is a blunder, as may well be the case, then the “four” are Sigurth and the three brothers, Gunnar, Hogni, and Gotthorm. But it may be that the poet had in mind a tradition which, as in the Thithrekssaga, gave Gjuki a fourth son, in which case the “four” refers only to the four Gjukungs. Hunnish hero: Sigurth; cf. stanza 4 and note. Some editions put line 4 between lines 1 and 2. Some add lines 1–2 of stanza 19 to stanza 18, marking them as spurious.
- Stanza 19 “If sons we five | shall soon beget, Great, methinks, | our race shall grow; Well I see | whence lead the ways; Too bitter far | is Brynhild’s hate.” Gunnar spake:
- Stanza 19 We five: see note on preceding stanza. Some editors mark lines 1–2 as spurious, and either assume a gap of two lines after line 4 or combine lines 3–4 with stanza 20. Whence lead the ways: a proverbial expression signifying “whence the trouble comes.”
- Stanza 20 “Gotthorm to wrath | we needs must rouse, Our younger brother, | in rashness blind; He entered not | in the oaths we swore, The oaths we swore | and all our vows.”
- Stanza 20 The manuscript does not name the speaker. Gotthorm (the name is variously spelt): half-brother of Gunnar and Hogni (cf. Hyndluljoth, 27 and note, and Brot, 4 and note). The name is the northern form of Gundomar; a prince of this name is mentioned in the Lex Burgundionum, apparently as a brother of Gundahari (Gundicarius). In the Nibelungenlied the third brother is called Gernot.
- Stanza 21 It was easy to rouse | the reckless one. . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . The sword in the heart | of Sigurth stood.
- Stanza 21 No gap is indicated in the manuscript, and many editors combine stanza 21 with stanza 22, but it seems likely that not only two lines, but one or more stanzas in addition, have been lost; cf. Brot, 4, and also the detailed account of the slaying of Sigurth in the Volsungasaga, wherein, as here, Sigurth is killed in his bed (cf. stanza 24) and not in the forest.
- Stanza 22 In vengeance the hero | rose in the hall, And hurled his sword | at the slayer bold; At Gotthorm flew | the glittering steel Of Gram full hard | from the hand of the king.
- Stanza 22 Some editions combine lines 3–4 with stanza 23. Gram: Sigurth’s sword (cf. Reginsmol, prose after stanza 14); the word here, however, may not be a proper name, but may mean “the hero.”
- Stanza 23 The foeman cleft | asunder fell, Forward hands | and head did sink, And legs and feet | did backward fall.
- Stanza 23 A line may well have been lost from this stanza.
- Stanza 24 Guthrun soft | in her bed had slept, Safe from care | at Sigurth’s side; She woke to find | her joy had fled, In the blood of the friend | of Freyr she lay.
- Stanza 24 Freyr: if the phrase “the friend of Freyr” means anything more than “king” (cf. Rigsthula, 46 etc.), which I doubt, it has reference to the late tradition that Freyr, and not Othin, was the ancestor of the Volsungs (cf. Helgakvitha Hundingsbana I, 57 and note).
- Stanza 25 So hard she smote | her hands together That the hero rose up, | iron-hearted: “Weep not, Guthrun, | grievous tears, Bride so young, | for thy brothers live.
- Stanza 25 Müllenhoff thinks this stanza, or at any rate lines 1–2, a later addition based on stanza 29.
- Stanza 26 “Too young, methinks, | is my son as yet, He cannot flee | from the home of his foes; Fearful and deadly | the plan they found, The counsel new | that now they have heeded.
- Stanza 26 My son: Sigmund; cf. stanza 12 and note, and also Brot, 9 and note.
- Stanza 27 “No son will ride, | though seven thou hast, To the Thing as the son | of their sister rides; Well I see | who the ill has worked, On Brynhild alone | lies the blame for all.
- Stanza 27 Sigurth means that although Guthrun may have seven sons by a later marriage, none of them will equal Sigmund, “son of their (i.e., Gunnar’s and Hogni’s) sister.” Thing: council.
- Stanza 28 “Above all men | the maiden loved me, Yet false to Gunnar | I ne’er was found; I kept the oaths | and the kinship I swore; Of his queen the lover | none may call me.”
- Stanza 28 Sigurth’s protestation of guiltlessness fits perfectly with the story of his relations with Brynhild used in this poem, but not, of course, with the alternative version, used in the Gripisspo and elsewhere, wherein Sigurth meets Brynhild before he woos her for Gunnar, and they have a daughter, Aslaug.
- Stanza 29 In a swoon she sank | when Sigurth died; So hard she smote | her hands together That all the cups | in the cupboard rang, And loud in the courtyard | cried the geese.
- Stanza 29 Cf. Guthrunarkvitha I, 15.
- Stanza 30 Then Brynhild, daughter | of Buthli, laughed, Only once, | with all her heart, When as she lay | full loud she heard The grievous wail | of Gjuki’s daughter.
- Stanza 30 Cf. Brot, 10.
- Stanza 31 Then Gunnar, monarch | of men, spake forth: “Thou dost not laugh, | thou lover of hate, In gladness there, | or for aught of good; Why has thy face | so white a hue, Mother of ill? | Foredoomed thou art.
- Stanza 31 Line 1 may well be a mere expansion of “Gunnar spake.” The manuscript marks line 4 as the beginning of a new stanza, and some editions combine lines 4–5 with stanza 32.
- Stanza 32 “A worthier woman | wouldst thou have been If before thine eyes | we had Atli slain; If thy brother’s bleeding | body hadst seen And the bloody wounds | that thou shouldst bind.” Brynhild spake:
- Stanza 32 This stanza, which all editors have accepted as an integral part of the poem, apparently refers to the same story represented by stanzas 37–39, which most editors have (I believe mistakenly) marked as interpolated. As is pointed out in the notes on stanzas 3, 5, 6 and 10, the poet throughout seems to have accepted the version of the story wherein Gunnar and Sigurth besiege Atli, and are bought off by the gift of Atli’s sister, Brynhild, to Gunnar as wife, her consent being won by Atli’s representation that Gunnar is Sigurth (cf. also Guthrunarkvitha I, 24 and note).
- Stanza 33 “None mock thee, Gunnar! | thou hast mightily fought, But thy hatred little | doth Atli heed; Longer than thou, | methinks, shall he live, And greater in might | shall he ever remain.
- Stanza 33 The manuscript does not name the speaker, and some editions add a first line: “Then Brynhild, daughter | of Buthli, spake.”
- Stanza 34 “To thee I say, | and thyself thou knowest, That all these ills | thou didst early shape; No bonds I knew, | nor sorrow bore, And wealth I had | in my brother’s home.
- Stanza 34 Cf. stanza 5.
- Stanza 35 “Never a husband | sought I to have, Before the Gjukungs | fared to our land; Three were the kings | on steeds that came,— Need of their journey | never there was.
- Stanza 35 Three kings: Gunnar, Hogni, and Sigurth.
- Stanza 36 “To the hero great | my troth I gave Who gold-decked sat | on Grani’s back; Not like to thine | was the light of his eyes, (Nor like in form | and face are ye,) Though kingly both | ye seemed to be.
- Stanza 36 Some editions place this stanza after stanza 39, on the theory that stanzas 37–39 are interpolated. Line 4, as virtually a repetition of line 3, has generally been marked as spurious. In this version of the winning of Brynhild it appears that Atli pointed out Sigurth as Gunnar, and Brynhild promptly fell in love with the hero whom, as he rode on Grani and was decked with some of the spoils taken from Fafnir, she recognized as the dragon’s slayer. Thus no change of form between Sigurth and Gunnar was necessary. The oath to marry Gunnar had to be carried out even after Brynhild had discovered the deception.
- Stanza 37 “And so to me | did Atli say That share in our wealth | I should not have, Of gold or lands, | if my hand I gave not; (More evil yet, | the wealth I should yield,) The gold that he | in my childhood gave me, (The wealth from him | in my youth I had.)
- Stanza 37 Most editors mark stanzas 37–39 as interpolated, but cf. note on stanza 32. Stanza 37 has been variously emended. Lines 4 and 6 look like interpolated repetitions, but many editors make two stanzas, following the manuscript in beginning a new stanza with line 4. After line 1 Grundtvig adds: “Son of Buthli, | and brother of mine.” After line 6 Bugge adds: “Not thou was it, Gunnar, | who Grani rode, / Though thou my brother | with rings didst buy.” Regarding Brynhild’s wealth cf. stanza 10 and note.
- Stanza 38 “Oft in my mind | I pondered much If still I should fight, | and warriors fell, Brave in my byrnie, | my brother defying; That would wide | in the world be known, And sorrow for many | a man would make.
- Stanza 38 Brynhild here again appears as a Valkyrie. The manuscript marks line 4 as the beginning of a new stanza. Any one of the last three lines may be spurious.
- Stanza 39 “But the bond at last | I let be made, For more the hoard | I longed to have, The rings that the son | of Sigmund won; No other’s treasure | e’er I sought.
- Stanza 39 Some editions combine this stanza with lines 4–5 of stanza 38, with lines 1–2 of stanza 40, or with the whole of stanza 40. The bond: Brynhild thought she was marrying Sigurth, owner of the treasure, whereas she was being tricked into marrying Gunnar.
- Stanza 40 “One alone | of all I loved, Nor changing heart | I ever had; All in the end | shall Atli know, When he hears I have gone | on the death-road hence.” * * * * * *
- Stanza 41 “Never a wife | of fickle will Yet to another | man should yield. . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . So vengeance for all | my ills shall come.”
- Stanza 41 At this point there seem to be several omissions. Brynhild’s statement in lines 1–2 seems to refer to the episode, not here mentioned but told in detail in the Volsungasaga, of Sigurth’s effort to repair the wrong that has been done her by himself giving up Guthrun in her favor, an offer which she refuses. The lacuna here suggested, which is not indicated in the manuscript, may be simply a single line (line 1) or a stanza or more. After line 2 there is almost certainly a gap of at least one stanza, and possibly more, in which Brynhild states her determination to die.
- Stanza 42 Up rose Gunnar, | the people’s ruler, And flung his arms | round her neck so fair; And all who came, | of every kind, Sought to hold her | with all their hearts.
- Stanza 42 Hardly any two editions agree as to the arrangement of the lines in stanzas 42–44. I have followed the manuscript except in transposing line 4 of stanza 43 to this position from the place it holds in the manuscript after line 4 of stanza 44. All the other arrangements involve the rejection of two or more lines as spurious and the assumption of various gaps. Gering and Sijmons both arrange the lines thus: 42, 1–2; two-line gap; 43, 3 (marked probably spurious); 44, 1–4; 43–4 (marked probably spurious); 42, 3–4; 43, 1–2.
- Stanza 43 But back she cast | all those who came, Nor from the long road | let them hold her; In counsel then | did he Hogni call: “Of wisdom now | full great is our need.
- Stanza 43 Cf. note on preceding stanza.
- Stanza 44 “Let the warriors here | in the hall come forth, Thine and mine, | for the need is mighty, If haply the queen | from death they may hold, Till her fearful thoughts | with time shall fade.”
- Stanza 44 Cf. note on stanza 42.
- Stanza 45 (Few the words | of Hogni were:) “From the long road now | shall ye hold her not, That born again | she may never be! Foul she came | from her mother forth, And born she was | for wicked deeds, (Sorrow to many | a man to bring.)”
- Stanza 45 Perhaps the remains of two stanzas; the manuscript marks line 4 as the beginning of a new stanza, and after line 4 an added line has been suggested: “She was ever known | for evil thoughts.” On the other hand, line 1, identical with line 1 of stanza 17, may well be a mere expansion of “Hogni spake,” and line 6 may have been introduced, with a slight variation, from line 5 of stanza 38. Born again: this looks like a trace of Christian influence (the poem was composed well after the coming of Christianity to Iceland) in the assumption that if Brynhild killed herself she could not be “born again” (cf. concluding prose to Helgakvitha Hundingsbana II).
- Stanza 46 From the speaker gloomily | Gunnar turned, For the jewel-bearer | her gems was dividing; On all her wealth | her eyes were gazing, On the bond-women slain | and the slaughtered slaves.
- Stanza 46 The manuscript marks line 3 as beginning a stanza; some editions treat lines 1–2 as a separate stanza, and combine lines 3–4 with lines 1–2 of stanza 47. Jewel-bearer (literally “land of jewels”): woman, here Brynhild. Bond-women, etc.: in stanza 69 we learn that five female slaves and eight serfs were killed to be burned on the funeral pyre, and thus to follow Sigurth in death.
- Stanza 47 Her byrnie of gold | she donned, and grim Was her heart ere the point | of her sword had pierced it; On the pillow at last | her head she laid, And, wounded, her plan | she pondered o’er.
- Stanza 47 The manuscript marks line 3, and not line 1, as beginning a stanza, and some editions treat lines 3–4 as a separate stanza, or combine them with stanza 48.
- Stanza 48 “Hither I will | that my women come Who gold are fain | from me to get; Necklaces fashioned | fair to each Shall I give, and cloth, | and garments bright.”
- Stanza 48 Brynhild means, as stanzas 49–51 show, that those of her women who wish to win rewards must be ready to follow her in death. The word translated “women” in line 1 is conjectural, but the general meaning is clear enough.
- Stanza 49 Silent were all | as so she spake, And all together | answer made: “Slain are enough; | we seek to live, Not thus thy women | shall honor win.”
- Stanza 49 In place of “as so she spake” in line 1 the manuscript has “of their plans they thought,” which involves a metrical error.
- Stanza 50 Long the woman, | linen-decked, pondered,— —Young she was,— | and weighed her words: “For my sake now | shall none unwilling Or loath to die | her life lay down.
- Stanza 51 “But little of gems | to gleam on your limbs Ye then shall find | when forth ye fare To follow me, | or of Menja’s wealth. . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . .
- Stanza 51 No gap indicated in the manuscript; many editions place it between lines 3 and 4. Menja’s wealth: gold; the story of the mill Grotti, whereby the giantesses Menja and Fenja ground gold for King Frothi, is told in the Grottasongr.
- Stanza 52 “Sit now, Gunnar! | for I shall speak Of thy bride so fair | and so fain to die; Thy ship in harbor | home thou hast not, Although my life | I now have lost.
- Stanza 52 With this stanza begins Brynhild’s prophesy of what is to befall Gunnar, Guthrun, Atli, and the many others involved in their fate. Line 3 is a proverbial expression meaning simply “your troubles are not at an end.”
- Stanza 53 “Thou shalt Guthrun requite | more quick than thou thinkest, . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . Though sadly mourns | the maiden wise Who dwells with the king, | o’er her husband dead.
- Stanza 53 No gap is indicated in the manuscript; one suggestion for line 2 runs: “Grimhild shall make her | to laugh once more.” Gering suggests a loss of three lines, and joins lines 3–4 with stanza 54.
- Stanza 54 “A maid shall then | the mother bear; Brighter far | than the fairest day Svanhild shall be, | or the beams of the sun.
- Stanza 54 Probably a line has been lost from this stanza. Grundtvig adds as a new first line: “Her shalt thou find | in the hall of Half.” Some editions query line 3 as possibly spurious. Svanhild: the figure of Svanhild is exceedingly old. The name means “Swan-Maiden-Warrior,” applying to just such mixtures of swan-maiden and Valkyrie as appear in the Völundarkvitha. Originally part of a separate tradition, Svanhild appears first to have been incorporated in the Jormunrek (Ermanarich) story as the unhappy wife of that monarch, and much later to have been identified as the daughter of Sigurth and Guthrun, thus linking the two sets of legends.
- Stanza 55 “Guthrun a noble | husband thou givest, Yet to many a warrior | woe will she bring, Not happily wedded | she holds herself; Her shall Atli | hither seek, (Buthli’s son, | and brother of mine.)
- Stanza 55 Line 2 in the original is almost totally obscure. Line 4 should very possibly precede line 2, while line 5 looks like an unwarranted addition.
- Stanza 56 “Well I remember | how me ye treated When ye betrayed me | with treacherous wiles; . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . Lost was my joy | as long as I lived.
- Stanza 56 This stanza probably ought to follow stanza 52, as it refers solely to the winning of Brynhild by Gunnar and Sigurth. Müllenhoff regards stanzas 53–55 as interpolated. The manuscript indicates no gap after line 3.
- Stanza 57 “Oddrun as wife | thou fain wouldst win, But Atli this | from thee withholds; Yet in secret tryst | ye twain shall love; She shall hold thee dear, | as I had done If kindly fate | to us had fallen.
- Stanza 57 Stanzas 57–58 seem to be the remains of two stanzas, but the Volsungasaga paraphrase follows closely the form here given. Line 3 may well be spurious; line 5 has likewise been questioned. Oddrun: this sister of Atli and Brynhild, known mainly through the Oddrunargratr, is a purely northern addition to the cycle, and apparently one of a relatively late date. She figures solely by reason of her love affair with Gunnar.
- Stanza 58 “Ill to thee | shall Atli bring, When he casts thee down | in the den of snakes.
- Stanza 58 Possibly two lines have been lost; many editions combine the two remaining lines with lines 1–3 of stanza 59. Concerning the manner of Gunnar’s death cf. Drap Niflunga.
- Stanza 59 “But soon thereafter | Atli too His life, methinks, | as thou shalt lose, (His fortune lose | and the lives of his sons;) Him shall Guthrun, | grim of heart, With the biting blade | in his bed destroy.
- Stanza 59 Line 3 may well be spurious, as it is largely repetition. The manuscript has “sofa” (“sleep”) in place of “sona” (“sons”), but the Volsungasaga paraphrase says clearly “sons.” The slaying of Atli by Guthrun in revenge for his killing of her brothers is told in the two Atli lays. The manuscript marks line 4 as the beginning of a new stanza, and some editions make a separate stanza out of lines 4–5, or else combine them with stanza 60.
- Stanza 60 “It would better beseem | thy sister fair To follow her husband | first in death, If counsel good | to her were given, Or a heart akin | to mine she had.
- Stanza 60 To follow in death: this phrase is not in Regius, but is included in late paper manuscripts, and has been added in most editions.
- Stanza 61 “Slowly I speak,— | but for my sake Her life, methinks, | she shall not lose; She shall wander over | the tossing waves, To where Jonak rules | his father’s realm.
- Stanza 61 Jonak: this king, known only through the Hamthesmol and the stories which, like this one, are based thereon, is another purely northern addition to the legend. The name is apparently of Slavic origin. He appears solely as Guthrun’s third husband and the father of Hamther, Sorli, and Erp (cf. introductory prose to Guthrunarhvot).
- Stanza 62 “Sons to him | she soon shall bear, Heirs therewith | of Jonak’s wealth; But Svanhild far | away is sent, The child she bore | to Sigurth brave.
- Stanza 62 Svanhild: cf. stanza 54 and note.
- Stanza 63 “Bikki’s word | her death shall be, For dreadful the wrath | of Jormunrek; So slain is all | of Sigurth’s race, And greater the woe | of Guthrun grows.
- Stanza 63 Bikki: Svanhild is married to the aged Jormunrek (Ermanarich), but Bikki, one of his followers, suggests that she is unduly intimate with Jormunrek’s son, Randver. Thereupon Jormunrek has Randver hanged, and Svanhild torn to pieces by wild horses. Ermanarich’s cruelty and his barbarous slaying of his wife and son were familiar traditions long before they became in any way connected with the Sigurth cycle (cf. introductory note to Gripisspo).
- Stanza 64 “Yet one boon | I beg of thee, The last of boons | in my life it is: Let the pyre be built | so broad in the field That room for us all | will ample be, (For us who slain | with Sigurth are.)
- Stanza 64 Line 5 is very probably spurious.
- Stanza 65 “With shields and carpets | cover the pyre, . . . . . . . . | . . . . . . . . Shrouds full fair, | and fallen slaves, And besides the Hunnish | hero burn me.
- Stanza 65 The manuscript indicates no gap; a suggested addition runs “Gold let there be, | and jewels bright.” Fallen slaves: cf. stanzas 66 and 69. Hunnish hero: cf. stanza 4 and note.
- Stanza 66 “Besides the Hunnish | hero there Slaves shall burn, | full bravely decked, Two at his head | and two at his feet, A brace of hounds | and a pair of hawks, For so shall all | be seemly done.
- Stanza 66 In place of lines 3–4 the manuscript has one line “Two at his head, | and a pair of hawks”; the addition is made from the Volsungasaga paraphrase. The burning or burying of slaves or beasts to accompany their masters in death was a general custom in the North. The number of slaves indicated in this stanza does not tally with the one given in stanza 69, wherefore Vigfusson rejects most of this stanza.
- Stanza 67 “Let between us | lie once more The steel so keen, | as so it lay When both within | one bed we were, And wedded mates | by men were called.
- Stanza 67 Cf. Gripisspo, 41 and note. After line 1 the manuscript adds the phrase “bright, ring-decked,” referring to the sword, but it is metrically impossible, and many editions omit it.
- Stanza 68 “The door of the hall | shall strike not the heel Of the hero fair | with flashing rings, If hence my following | goes with him; Not mean our faring | forth shall be.
- Stanza 68 The door: The gate of Hel’s domain, like that of Mengloth’s house (cf. Svipdagsmol, 26 and note), closes so fast as to catch any one attempting to pass through. Apparently the poet here assumes that the gate of Valhall does likewise, but that it will be kept open for Sigurth’s retinue.
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