English poem
Forth came the fair Queen Kriemhild with a goodly company
by Arthur S. Way (1847–1930)
Forth came the fair Queen Kriemhild with a goodly company. With falsely-feignèd kindness those Niblungs greeted she. Then Giselher her brother did she kiss, and she clasped his hand: When Hagen of Troneg saw it, he tightened his helmet-band. "Good sooth, after such a welcome," Hagen cried, "there is need That the battle-eager warriors should take to themselves good heed! The greeting of prince and of liegeman is here no whit the same. I wot, on an evil journey to this high-tide we came!" She answered, "To him be welcome who joyeth to see thy face! For thy friendship's sake is accorded here no greeting's grace. This tell to me, what dost thou bring me from Worms beyond the Rhine, That unto me so welcome should be this presence of thine?" "What new thing shall this be, quotha!" spake Hagen scornfully, "That these good knights Burgundian should be bringers of gifts unto thee? Had I known that thou wert so grasping—I am rich enow, I wot,— A gift unto thee of my bounty to the Hunland had I brought." "Thy gifts!—thou answer the question I ask of thee this day: The Hoard, the Niblung Treasure—where have ye thrust it away? That at least was mine own possession, well dost thou understand! That should ye have brought to its owner unto King Etzel's land." "Of a truth, my lady Kriemhild, full many a day hath passed Since the gold of the Niblung Treasure of me was beholden last. Under the Rhine-river waters by command of my lords was it drowned: There must it stay of a surety till the Trumpet of Doom shall sound." And the Queen made bitter answer: "I trowed that so it would be! Of his spoil has the thief brought hither little enow unto me, Though the gold was mine own possession, erewhile of me controlled! For the gold and its lord have I suffered anguish manifold." "The Fiend a gift do I bring thee!" cried Hagen in savage scorn. "'Tis enough for me that I carry the shield on mine arm that is borne, And the harness about my body, and mine helm bright-glittering, And the sword at my side—they suffice me: nothing to thee do I bring."
(C) "Nay, never think thou," she answered, "that it is for the gold I care. I need not to stint my bounty, enough have I and to spare. But the murderer, twice a robber, who hath stol'n from my life its light, The spoiler of helpless women, him would I fain requite!"
Then spake that Daughter of Princes to Burgundy's warriors all: "It fits not that ye bear weapons here in the royal hall. Commit them to me, ye heroes, and well will I ward them for you." "Of a truth," made answer Hagen, "that will we never do! I crave not the honour, O gracious child of a princely line, That thou to thy place of safety bear any weapon of mine, Nor shield, nor battle-harness—queen, well I wot, thou art here. Wisely my father taught me to ward mine own war-gear." "Ah, woe is me for the sorrows heaped on me!" Kriemhild cried. "For what cause now of my brother and of Hagen is this denied That I have their shields in my keeping? Of a surety, warned are they! If I knew what man hath betrayed me, his head for his treason should pay!" Then Dietrich flamed into anger, and swiftly answered he: "Lo, I am he that hath warned them, these Princes of Burgundy, And the King of the Rhineland's liegemen, and Hagen the unafraid! Make trial, thou child of the Devil, if the debt shall by me be paid!" Then quailed before him Kriemhild, and darkly she flushed with shame: For before the mighty Dietrich great fear on her spirit came. Straightway she went from their presence: no word to her lips arose, But one swift glance of hatred she flashed upon her foes.
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