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<h1>The Fall of the Nibelungs</h1>
<h2 class="no-break">Translated by Margaret Armour</h2>
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<h2><SPAN name="part01"></SPAN>Book I</h2>
<h2><SPAN name="chap01"></SPAN>First Adventure<br/> Concerning the Nibelungs</h2>
<p>In old tales they tell us many wonders of heroes and of high courage, of glad
feasting, of wine and of mourning; and herein ye shall read of the marvellous
deeds and of the strife of brave men.</p>
<p>There grew up in Burgundy a noble maiden, in no land was a fairer. Kriemhild
was her name. Well favoured was the damsel, and by reason of her died many
warriors. Doughty knights in plenty wooed her, as was meet, for of her body she
was exceeding comely, and her virtues were an adornment to all women.</p>
<p>Three kings noble and rich guarded her, Gunther and Gernot, warriors of fame,
and Giselher the youth, a chosen knight. The damsel was their sister, and the
care of her fell on them. These lords were courteous and of high lineage, bold
and very strong, each of them the pick of knights. The name of their country
was Burgundy, and they did great deeds, after, in Etzel’s land. At Worms,
by the Rhine, they dwelled in might with many a proud lord for vassal.</p>
<p>Their mother was a rich queen and hight Uta, and the name of their father was
Dankrat, who, when his life was ended, left them his lands. A strong man was he
in his time, and one that in his youth won great worship.</p>
<p>These three princes, as I have said, were valiant men, overlords of the best
knights that folk have praised, strong and bold and undismayed in strife. There
were Hagen of Trony, and also his brother Dankwart the swift; and Ortwin of
Metz; the two Margraves, Gary and Eckewart; Volker of Alzeia, strong of body;
Rumolt, the steward, a chosen knight; Sindolt and Hunolt. These last three
served at court and pursued honour. And other knights were there, more than I
can name. Dankwart was the marshal; the nephew of Ortwin of Metz carved at the
board; Sindolt was the butler, a worthy warrior: each did his part as a good
knight.</p>
<p>The splendour of this court and its might, the high valour and chivalry of its
lords, were a tale without end.</p>
<p>Now it so fell that Kriemhild, the pure maid, dreamed a dream that she fondled
a wild falcon, and eagles wrested it from her; the which to see grieved her
more than any ill that had happened to her heretofore.</p>
<p>This dream she told to Uta, her mother, who interpreted it on this wise.
“The falcon that thou sawest is a noble man; yet if God keep him not, he
is a lost man to thee.”</p>
<p>“What speakest thou to me of a man, mother mine? Without their love would
I still abide, that I may remain fair till my death, nor suffer dole from any
man’s love.”</p>
<p>Said her mother then, “Be not so sure; for wouldst thou ever on this
earth have heart’s gladness, it cometh from the love of a man. And a fair
wife wilt thou be, if God but lead hither to thee a true and trust
knight.”</p>
<p>“Say not so, mother mine,” answered the maiden, “for on many
a woman, and oft hath it been proven, that the meed of love is sorrow. From
both I will keep me, that evil betide not.”</p>
<p>Long in such wise abode the high, pure maiden, nor thought to love any.
Nevertheless, at the last, she wedded a brave man; that was the falcon she
dreamed of erstwhile, as her mother foretold it. Yea, bitter was her vengeance
on her kinsmen that slew him, and by reason of his death died many a
mother’s son.</p>
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