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160 THE STORY OF THE But Gudrun went unto her bower,
with heart swollen with sorrow, and spake, " To three men was I
wedded, and first to Sigurd Fafnir's-bane, and he was bewrayed and
slain, and of all griefs was that the greatest grief. Then was I given
to King Atli, and so fell was my heart toward him that I slew in the
fury of my grief his children and mine. Then gave I myself to the
sea, but the billows thereof cast me out aland, and to this king then
was I given ; then gave I Swanhild away out of the land with mighty
wealth ; and lo my next greatest sorrow after Sigurd, for under
horses' feet was she trodden and slain ; but the grimmest and
ugliest of woes was the casting of Gunnar into the Worm-close, and
the hardest was the cutting of Hogni's heart from him. " Ah, better
would it be if Sigurd came to meet me, and I went my ways with
him, for here bideth now behind with me neither son nor daughter
to comfort me. Oh, mindest thou not, Sigurd, the words we spoke
when we went into one bed together, that thou wouldst come and
look on me ; yea, even from thine abidingplace among the dead."
And thus had the words of her sorrow an end.
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VOLS UNGS AND NIBL UNGS. 1 6 1 CHAP. XLIII. The Latter

End of all the Kin of the Giukings. NOW telleth the tale concerning
the sons of Gudrun, that she had arrayed their war-raiment in such
wise, that no steel would bite thereon ; and she bade them play not
with stones or other heavy matters, for that it would be to their
scathe if they did so. And now, as they went on their way, they met
Erp, their brother, and asked him in what wise he would help them.
He answered, " Even as hand helps, hand or foot helps foot." But
that they deemed naught at all, and slew him there and then. Then
they went their ways, nor was it long or ever Hamdir stumbled, and
thrust down his hand to steady himself, and spake therewith — "
Naught but a true thing spake Erp, for now should I have fallen, had
not hand been to steady me." A little after Sorli stumbled, but turned
about on his feet, and so stood, and spake — " Yea now had I fallen,
but that I steadied myself with both feet." M
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1 62 THE STORY OF THE And they said they had done

evilly with Erp their brother. But on they fare till they come to the
abode of King Jormunrek, and they went up to him and set on him
forthwith, and Hamdir cut both hands from him and Sorli both feet
Then spake Hamdir — " Off were the head if Erp were alive ; our
brother, whom we slew on the way, and found out our deed too
late." Even as the Song says, — Off were the head If Erp were alive
yet, Our brother the bold, Whom we slew by the way, The well-
famed in warfare. Now in this must they turn away from the words
of their mother, whereas they had to deal with stones. For now men
fell on them, and they defended themselves in good and manly wise,
and were the scathe of many a man, nor would iron bite on them.
But there came thereto a certain man, old of aspect and one-eyed,
and he spake — " No wise men are ye, whereas ye cannot bring
these men to their end." Then the king said, " Give us rede thereto,
if thou canst." He said, " Smite them to the death with stones." In
such wise was it done, for the stones flew thick and fast from every
side, and that was the end of their life-days.
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VOLSUNGS AND NIB LUNGS. 163 And now has come to an

end the whole root and stem of the Giukings. NOW MAY ALL EARLS
BE BETTERED IN MIND, MAY THE GRIEF OF ALL MAIDENS EVER BE
MINISHED, FOR THIS TALE OF TROUBLE SO TOLD TO ITS ENDING.
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CERTAIN SONGS FROM THE ELDER EDDA, WHICH DEAL

WITH THE STORY OF THE VOLSUNGS.
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PART OF THE SECOND LAY OF HELGI HUNDING'S-BANE.*

HELGI wedded Sigrun, and they begat sons together, but Helgi lived
not to be old ; for Dag,t the son of Hogni, sacrificed to Odin, praying
that he might avenge his father. So Odin lent Dag his spear, and Dag
met Helgi, his brother-in-law, at a place called Fetter-grove, and
thrust him through with that spear, and there fell Helgi dead ; but
Dag rode to Sevafell, and told Sigrun of the news. Loth am I, sister,
Of sorrow to tell thee, For by hard need driven Have I drawn on thee
greeting ; This morning fell In Fetter-grove The king well deemed
The best in the wide world, Yea, he who stood On the necks of the
strong. * Only that part of the song is given which completes the
episode of Helgi Hunding'sbane ; the earlier part of the song differs
little from the Saga. t Hogni, the father of Dag and Sigrun, had been
slain by Helgi in battle, and Helgi had given peace to, and taken
oaths of Dag.
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1 68 SONGS FROM THE EDDA. Sigrun. All oaths once sworn

Shall bite thee sore, The oaths that to Helgi Once thou swarest At
the bright white Water of Lightening,* And at the cold rock That the
sea runneth over. May the ship sweep not on That should sweep at
its swiftest, Though the wind desired Behind thee driveth ! May the
horse never run That should run at his most might When from thy
foe's face Thou hast most need to flee ! May the sword never bite
That thou drawest from scabbard, But and if round thine head In
wrath it singeth ! Then should meet price be paid For Helgi's slaying
When a wolf thou wert Out in the wild-wood, * One of the rivers of
the under-world.
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THE LA Y OF HELGI. 169 Empty of good things, Empty of

gladness, With no meat for thy mouth But dead men's corpses !
Dag. With mad words thou ravest Thy wits are gone from thee
When thou for thy brother Such ill fate biddest ; Odin alone Let all
this bale loose, Casting the strife-runes 'Twixt friends and kindred.
Rings of red gold Will thy brother give thee, And the stead of Vandil
And the lands of Vigdale ; Have half of the land For thy sorrow's
healing, O ring-arrayed sweetling For thee and thy sons ! Sigrun. No
more sit I happy At Sevafell ; At day-dawn, at night Naught love I
my life Till broad o'er the people
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170 SONGS FROM THE EDDA. My lord's light breaketh ; Till

his war-horse runneth Beneath him hither, Well wont to the gold bit
— Till my king I welcome. In such wise did Helgi Deal fear around To
all his foes And all their friends As when the goat runneth Before the
wolfs rage Filled with mad fear Down from the fell. As high above all
lords Did Helgi bear him As the ash-tree's glory From the thorn
ariseth, Or as the fawn With the dew-fall sprinkled Is far above All
other wild things, As his horns go gleaming 'Gainst the very heavens.
A barrow was raised above Helgi, but when he came to Valhall, then
Odin bade him be lord of all things there, even as he ; so Helgi sang
— Now shalt thou, Hunding, For the help of each man
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2 'HE LA Y OF HEL GI. 171 Get ready the foot-bath, And

kindle the fire ; The hounds shalt thou bind And give heed to the
horses, Give wash to the swine Ere to sleep thou goest. A bondmaid
of Sigrun went in the evening-tide by Helgi's mound, and there she
saw how Helgi rode toward it with a great company ; then she sang
— It is vain things' beguiling That methinks I behold, Or the ending
of all things, As ye ride, O ye dead men, Smiting with spurs Your
horses' sides ? Or may dead warriors Wend their ways homeward ?
The Dead. No vain things' beguiling Is that thou beholdest, Nor the
ruin of all things ; Though thou lookest upon us, Though we smite
with spurs Our horses' sides ; Rather dead warriors May wend their
ways homeward.
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172 SONGS FROM THE EDDA. Then went the bondmaid

home, and told Sigrun, and sang — Go out, Sigrun From Sevafell, If
thou listest to look on The lord of thy people ! For the mound is
uncovered Thither is Helgi come, And his wounds are bleeding, But
the king thee biddeth To come and stay That stream of sorrow. So
Sigrun went into the mound lo Helgi, and sang— Now am I as fain
Of this fair meeting, As are the hungry Hawks of Odin, When they
wot of the slaying Of the yet warm quarry, Or bright with dew See
the day a-dawning. Ah, I will kiss My king laid lifeless, Ere thou
castest by Thy blood-stained byrny.
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THE LA Y OF HELGL 173 O Helgi, thy hair Is thick with

death's rime, With the dew of the dead Is my love all dripping ;
Dead-cold are the hands Of the son of Hogni ! How for thee, O my
king, May I win healing ? Helgi. Thou alone, Sigrun OfSevafell, Hast
so done that Helgi With griefs dew drippeth ; O clad in gold Cruel
tears thou weepest, Bright May of the Southlands, Or ever thou
sleepest : Each tear in blood falleth On the breast of thy lord, Cold-
wet and bitter sharp Swollen with sorrow. Ah, we shall drink Dear
draughts and lovely, Though we have lost Both life and lands ;
Neither shall any Sing song of sorrow, Though in my breast Be
wounds wide to behold :
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174 SONGS FROM THE EDDA. For now are brides In the
mound abiding ; Kings' daughters sit By us departed. Now Sigrun
arrayed a bed in the mound, and sang Here, Helgi, for thee A bed
have I dight, Kind without woe, O kin of the Ylfings ! To thy bosom,
O king, Will I come and sleep soft, As I was wont When my lord was
living. Helgi. Now will I call Naught not to be hoped for Early or late
At Sevafell, When thou in the arms Of a dead man art laid, White
maiden of Hogni, Here in the mound : And thou yet quick, O King's
daughter ! Now needs must I ride On the reddening ways ;
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THE LA Y OF HELGI. 175 My pale horse must tread The

highway aloft : West must I go To Windhelm's bridge Ere the
warwinning crowd *Hall-crower waketh. So Helgi rode his ways :
and the others gat them gone home to the house. But the next night
Sigrun bade the bondwoman have heed of the mound. So at
nightfall, whenas Sigrun came to the mound, she sang : Here now
would be come, If to come he were minded ; Sigmund's offspring
From the halls of Odin. O me the hope waneth Of Helgi's coming ;
For high on the ash-boughs Are the ernes abiding, And all folk drift
Toward the Thing of the dreamland. The Bondmaid. Be not foolish of
heart, And fare all alone To the house of the dead, O Heroe's
daughter ! * Hall-crower, ' Salgofnir :' lit. Hall-gaper,the cock of
Valhall.
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176 SONGS FROM THE EDDA. For more strong and

dreadful In the night season Are all dead warriors Than in the
daylight. But a little while lived Sigrun, because of her sorrow and
trouble. But in old time folk trowed that men should be born again,
though their troth be now deemed but an old wife's doting. And so,
as folk say, Helgi and Sigrun were born again, and at that tide was
he called Helgi the Scathe of Hadding, and she Kara the daughter of
Halfdan ; and she was a Valkyria, even as is said in the Lay of Kara.
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i77 PART OF THE LAY OF SIGRDRIFA.* Now this is my first

counsel, That thou with thy kin Be guiltless, guileless ever, Nor hasty
of wrath, Despite of wrong done — Unto the dead good that doeth.
Lo the second counsel, That oath thou swearest never, But trusty
oath and true : Grim tormenting Gripes troth-breakers ; Cursed
wretch is the wolf of vows. This is my third rede, That thou at the
Thing Deal not with the fools of folk ; For unwise man From mouth
lets fall Worser word than well he wotteth. * This continues the first
part of the lay given in Chap, xx of the Saga ; and is, in fact, the
original verse of Chap. xxi. N
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178 SONGS FROM THE EDDA. Yet hard it is That holding of

peace When men shall deem thee dastard, Or deem the lie said
soothly ; But woeful is home-witness, Unless right good thou gettest
it. Ah, on another day Drive the life from out him, And pay the liar
back for his lying. Now behold the fourth rede : If ill witch thee
bideth, Woe-begetting by the way, Good going further Rather than
guesting, Though thick night be on thee. Far-seeing eyes Need all
sons of men Who wend in wrath to war ; For baleful women Bide oft
by the highway, Swords and hearts to soften. And now the fifth rede
: As fair as thou seest Brides on the bench abiding, Let not love's
silver Rule over thy sleeping ; Draw no woman to kind kissing !
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THE LA Y OF SIGRDRIFA. 179 For the sixth thing, I rede

When men sit a-drinking Amid ale-words and ill words, Deal thou
naught With the drunken fight-staves, For wine stealeth wit from
many. Brawling and drink Have brought unto men Sorrow sore oft
enow ; Yea, bane unto some, And to some weary bale ; Many are
the griefs of mankind. For the seventh, I rede thee, If strife thou
raisest With a man right high of heart, Better fight a-field Than burn
in the fire Within thine hall fair to behold. The eighth rede that I give
thee : Unto all ill look thou, And hold thine heart from all beguiling ;
Draw to thee no maiden, No man's wife bewray thou, Urge them not
unto unmeet pleasure. This is the ninth counsel : That thou have
heed of dead folk
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i8o SONGS FROM THE EDDA. Whereso thou findest them a-

field ; Be they sick-dead, Be they sea-dead, Or come to ending by
war-weapons. Let batk be made For such men foredone, Wash thou
hands and feet thereof, Comb their hair and dry them Ere the coffin
has them ; Then bid them sleep full sweetly. This for the tenth
counsel : That thou give trust never Unto oaths of foeman's kin,
Be'st thou bane of his brother, Or hast thou felled his father ; Wolf in
young son waxes, Though he with gold be gladdened. For wrong
and hatred Shall rest them never, Nay, nor sore sorrow. Both wit and
weapons Well must the king have Who is fain to be the foremost.
The last rede and eleventh : Unto all ill look thou,
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THE LA Y OF SIGRDRJFA. 181 And watch thy friends' ways

ever. Scarce durst I look For long life for thee, king : Strong trouble
ariseth now already.
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182 THE LAY CALLED THE SHORT LAY OF SIGURD. Sigurd

of yore, Sought the dwelling of Giuki, As he fared, the young
Volsung, After fight won; Troth he took From the two brethren; Oath
swore they betwixt them, Those bold ones of deed. A may they gave
to him And wealth manifold, Gudrun the young, Gi'iki's daughter:
They drank and gave doom Many days together, Sigurd the young,
And the sons of Giuki. Until they wended For Brynhild's wooing,
Sigurd a-riding Amidst their rout ;
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THE LA Y OF SIG URD. \ 83 The wise young Volsung Who

knew of all ways — Ah ! he had wed her, Had fate so willed it.
Southlander Sigurd A naked sword, Bright, well grinded, Laid betwixt
them; No kiss he won From the fair woman, Nor in arms of his Did
the Hun King hold her, Since he gat the young maid For the son of
Giuki. No lack in her life She wotted of now, And at her death-day
No dreadful thing For a shame indeed Or a shame in seeming; But
about and betwixt Went baleful fate. Alone, abroad, She sat of an
evening, Of full many things She fell a-talking :
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r84 SONGS FROM THE EDDA. " O for my Sigurd ! I shall

have death, Or my fair, my lovely, Laid in mine arms. " For the word
once spoken, I sorrow sorely — His queen is Gudrun, I am wed to
Gunnar; The dread Norns wrought for us A long while of woe." Oft
with heart deep In dreadful thoughts, O'er ice-fields and ice-hills She
fared a-night time, When he and Gudrun Were gone to their fair
bed, And Sigurd wrapped The bed-gear round her. " Ah ! now the
Hun King His queen in arms holdeth, While love I go lacking, And all
things longed for With no delight But in dreadful thought." These
dreadful things Thrust her toward murder :
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THE LA Y OF SIG URD. 1 85 — "Listen, Gunnar, For thou

shalt lose My wide lands, Yea, me myself ! — Never love I my life,
With thee for my lord — " I will fare back thither From whence I
came, To my nighest kin And those that know me : There shall I sit
Sleeping my life away, Unless thou slayest Sigurd the Hun King,
Making thy might more E'en than his might was ! " Yea, let the son
fare After the father, And no young wolf A long while nourish ! For
on each man lieth Vengeance lighter, And peace shall be surer If the
son live not." Adrad was Gunnar, Heavy-hearted was he, And in
doubtful mood Day-long he sat.
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i86 SONGS FROM THE EDDA. For naught he wotted, Nor

might see clearly What was the seemliest Of deeds to set hand to ;
What of all deeds Was best to be done : For he minded the vows
Sworn to the Volsung, And the sore wrong To be wrought against
Sigurd. Wavered his mind A weary while, No wont it was Of those
days worn by, That queens should flee From the realms of their
kings. " Brynhild to me Is better than all, The child of Budli Is the
best of women. Yea, and my life Will I lay down, Ere I am twinned
From that woman's treasure." He bade call Hogni To the place where
he bided; With all the trust that might be, Trowed he in him.
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THE LA Y OF SIG URD. 1 8 7 " Wilt thou bewray Sigurd For

his wealth's sake ? Good it is to rule O'er the Rhine's metal ; And
well content Great wealth to wield, Biding in peace And blissful
days." One thing alone Hogni Had for an answer; " Such doings for
us Are naught seemly to do; To rend with sword Oaths once sworn,
Oaths once sworn, And troth once plighted. " Nor know we on
mould, Men of happier days, The while we four Rule over the folk ;
While the bold in battle, The Hun King, bides living. " And no nobler
kin Shall be known afield, If our five sons We long may foster; Yea, a
goodly stem Shall surely wax.
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1 88 SONGS FROM THE EDDA. — But I clearly see In what

wise it standeth, Brynhild's sore urging O'ermuch on thee beareth." "
Guttorm shall we Get for the slaying, Our younger brother Bare of
wisdom ; For he was out of All the oaths sworn, All the oaths swom,
And the plighted troth." Easy to rouse him Who of naught recketh !
— Deep stood the sword In the heart of Sigurd. There, in the hall,
Gat the high-hearted vengeance; For he cast his sword At the
reckless slayer : Out at Guttorm Flew Gram the mighty, The
gleaming steel From Sigurd's hand. Down fell the slayer Smitten
asunder; The heavy head
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THE LA Y OF SIGURD. 189 And the hands fell one way, But
the feet and such like Aback where they stood. Gudrun was sleeping
Soft in the bed, Empty of sorrow By the side of Sigurd : When she
awoke With all pleasure gone, Swimming in blood Of Prey's beloved.
So sore her hands She smote together, That the great-hearted Gat
raised in bed ; — " O Gudrun, weep not So woefully, Sweet lovely
bride, For thy brethren live for thee ! " A young child have I For
heritor ; Too young to win forth From the house of his foes. — Black
deeds and ill Have they been a-doing, Evil rede Have they wrought
at last.
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• 9o SONGS FROM THE EDDA. " Late, late, rideth with

them Unto the Thing, Such sister's son, Though seven thou bear, —
—But well I wot Which way all goeth ; Alone wrought Brynhild This
bale against us. " That maiden loved me Far before all men, Yet
wrong to Gunnar I never wrought ; Brotherhood I heeded And all
bounden oaths, That none should deem me His queen's darling."
Weary sighed Gudrun, As the king gat ending, And so sore her
hands She smote together, That the cups arow Rang out therewith,
And the geese cried on high That were in the homefield. Then
laughed Brynhild, Budli's daughter, Once, once only, From out her
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THE LA Y OF SIG URD. 1 9 1 When to her bed Was borne

the sound Of the sore greeting Of Giuki's daughter. Then, quoth
Gunnar, The king, the hawkbearer, " Whereas, thou laughest, O
hateful woman, Glad on thy bed, No good it betokeneth : Why
lackest thou else Thy lovely hue ? Feeder of foul deeds, Fey do I
deem thee, " Well worthy art thou Before all women, That thine eyes
should see Atli slain of us ; That thy brother's wounds Thou shouldst
see a-bleeding, That his bloody hurts Thine hands should bind." " No
man blameth thee, Gunnar, Thou hast fulfilled death's measure, But
naught Atli feareth All thine ill will ; Life shall he lay down