The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs. William Morris

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СКАЧАТЬ For now as he thought thereover, o'ermuch he deemed it dared

       That he saw not the last of the Volsungs laid dead before his feet,

       Back came his men ere the noontide, and he deemed their tidings sweet;

       For they said: "We tell thee, King Siggeir, that Geirmund and Gylfi are gone.

       And we deem that a beast of the wild-wood this murder grim hath done,

       For the bones yet lie in the fetters gnawed fleshless now and white;

       But we deemed the eight abiding sore minished of their might."

      So wore the morn and the noontide, and the even 'gan to fall,

       And watchful eyes held Signy at home in bower and hall.

      And again came the men in the morning, and spake: "The hopples hold

       The bare white bones of Helgi, and the bones of Solar the bold:

       And the six that abide seem feebler than they were awhile ago."

      Still all the day and the night-tide must Signy nurse her woe

       About the house of King Siggeir, nor any might she send:

       And again came the tale on the morrow: "Now are two more come to an end.

       For Hunthiof dead and Gunthiof, their bones lie side by side,

       And the four that are left, us seemeth, no long while will abide."

      O woe for the well-watched Signy, how often on that day

       Must she send her helpless eyen adown the woodland way!

       Yet silent in her bosom she held her heart of flame.

       And again on the morrow morning the tale was still the same:

      "We tell thee now, King Siggeir, that all will soon be done;

       For the two last men of the Volsungs, they sit there one by one,

       And Sigi's head is drooping, but somewhat Sigmund sings;

       For the man was a mighty warrior, and a beater down of kings.

       But for Rerir and for Agnar, the last of them is said,

       Their bones in the bonds are abiding, but their souls and lives are sped."

      That day from the eyes of the watchers nought Signy strove to depart,

       But ever she sat in the high-seat and nursed the flame in her heart.

       In the sight of all people she sat, with unmoved face and wan,

       And to no man gave she a word, nor looked on any man.

       Then the dusk and the dark drew over, but stirred she never a whit,

       And the word of Siggeir's sending, she gave no heed to it.

       And there on the morrow morning must he sit him down by her side,

       When unto the council of elders folk came from far and wide.

       And there came Siggeir's woodmen, and their voice in the hall arose:

      "There is no man left on the tree-beam: some beast hath devoured thy foes;

       There is nought left there but the bones, and the bonds that the Volsungs bound."

      No word spake the earls of the Goth-folk, but the hall rang out with a sound,

       With the wail and the cry of Signy, as she stood upright on her feet,

       And thrust all people from her, and fled to her bower as fleet

       As the hind when she first is smitten; and her maidens fled away,

       Fearing her face and her eyen: no less at the death of the day

       She rose up amid the silence, and went her ways alone,

       And no man watched her or hindered, for they deemed the story done.

       So she went 'twixt the yellow acres, and the green meads of the sheep,

       And or ever she reached the wild-wood the night was waxen deep

       No man she had to lead her, but the path was trodden well

       By those messengers of murder, the men with the tale to tell;

       And the beams of the high white moon gave a glimmering day through night

       Till she came where that lawn of the woods lay wide in the flood of light.

       Then she looked, and lo, in its midmost a mighty man there stood,

       And laboured the earth of the green-sward with a truncheon torn from the wood;

       And behold, it was Sigmund the Volsung: but she cried and had no fear:

      "If thou art living, Sigmund, what day's work dost thou here

       In the midnight and the forest? but if thou art nought but a ghost,

       Then where are those Volsung brethren, of whom thou wert best and most?"

      Then he turned about unto her, and his raiment was fouled and torn,

       And his eyen were great and hollow, as a famished man forlorn;

      But he cried: "Hail, Sister Signy! I looked for thee before,

       Though what should a woman compass, she one alone and no more,

       When all we shielded Volsungs did nought in Siggeir's land?

       O yea, I am living indeed, and this labour of mine hand

       Is to bury the bones of the Volsungs; and lo, it is well-nigh done.

       So draw near, Volsung's daughter, and pile we many a stone

       Where lie the grey wolf's gleanings of what was once so good."

      So she set her hand to the labour, and they toiled, they twain in the wood

       And when the work was over, dead night was beginning to fail:

       Then spake the white-hand Signy: "Now shalt thou tell the tale

       Of the death of the Volsung brethren ere the wood thy wrath shall hide,

       Ere I wend me back sick-hearted in the dwelling of kings to abide."

      He said: "We sat on the tree, and well ye may wot indeed

       That we had some hope from thy good-will amidst that bitter need.

       Now none had 'scaped the sword-edge in the battle utterly,

       And so hurt were Agnar and Helgi, that, unhelped, they were like to die;

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