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

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ a great king o'er,

       So set thy burden a shipboard, for the night's face looks toward day."

      So betwixt the earth and the water his son did Sigmund lay;

       But lo, when he fain would follow, there was neither ship nor man,

       Nor aught but his empty bosom beside that water wan,

       That whitened by little and little as the night's face looked to the day.

       So he stood a long while gazing and then turned and gat him away;

       And ere the sun of the noon-tide across the meadows shone

       Sigmund the King of the Volsungs was set in his father's throne,

       And he hearkened and doomed and portioned, and did all the deeds of a king.

       So the autumn waned and perished, and the winter brought the spring.

      Of the last battle of King Sigmund, and the death of him.

      Now is Queen Borghild driven from the Volsung's bed and board,

       And unwedded sitteth Sigmund an exceeding mighty lord,

       And fareth oft to the war-field, and addeth fame to fame:

       And where'er are the great ones told of his sons shall the people name;

       But short was their day of harvest and their reaping of renown,

       And while men stood by to marvel they gained their latest crown.

       So Sigmund alone abideth of all the Volsung seed,

       And the folk that the Gods had fashioned lest the earth should lack a deed

       And he said: "The tree was stalwart, but its boughs are old and worn.

       Where now are the children departed, that amidst my life were born?

       I know not the men about me, and they know not of my ways:

       I am nought but a picture of battle, and a song for the people to praise.

       I must strive with the deeds of my kingship, and yet when mine hour is come

       It shall meet me as glad as the goodman when he bringeth the last load home."

      Now there was a king of the Islands, whom the tale doth Eylimi call,

       And saith he was wise and valiant, though his kingdom were but small:

       He had one only daughter that Hiordis had to name,

       A woman wise and shapely beyond the praise of fame.

       And now saith the son of King Volsung that his time is short enow

       To labour the Volsung garden, and the hand must be set to the plough:

       So he sendeth an earl of the people to King Eylimi's high-built hall,

       Bearing the gifts and the tokens, and this word in his mouth withal:

      "King Sigmund the son of Volsung hath sent me here with a word

       That plenteous good of thy daughter among all folk he hath heard,

       And he wooeth that wisest of women that she may sit on his throne,

       And lie in the bed of the Volsungs, and be his wife alone.

       And he saith that he thinketh surely she shall bear the kings of the earth,

       And maybe the best and the greatest of all who are deemed of worth.

       Now hereof would he have an answer within a half-month's space,

       And these gifts meanwhile he giveth for the increase of thy grace."

      So King Eylimi hearkened the message, and hath no word to say,

       For an earl of King Lyngi the mighty is come that very day,

       He too for the wooing of Hiordis: and Lyngi's realm is at hand,

       But afar King Sigmund abideth o'er many a sea and land:

       And the man is young and eager, and grim and guileful of mood.

      At last he sayeth: "Abide here such space as thou deemest good,

       But tomorn shalt thou have thine answer that thine heart may the lighter be

       For the hearkening of harp and songcraft, and the dealing with game and glee."

       Then he went to Queen Hiordis bower, where she worked in the silk and the gold

       The deeds of the world that should be, and the deeds that were of old.

       And he stood before her and said:

       "I have spoken a word, time was,

       That thy will should rule thy wedding; and now hath it come to pass

       That again two kings of the people will woo thy body to bed."

       So she rose to her feet and hearkened: "And which be they?" she said.

      He spake: "The first is Lyngi, a valiant man and a fair,

       A neighbour ill for thy father, if a foe's name he must bear:

       And the next is King Sigmund the Volsung of a land far over sea,

       And well thou knowest his kindred, and his might and his valiancy,

       And the tales of his heart of a God; and though old he be waxen now,

       Yet men deem that the wide world's blossom from Sigmund's loins shall grow."

      Said Hiordis: "I wot, my father, that hereof may strife arise;

       Yet soon spoken is mine answer; for I, who am called the wise,

       Shall I thrust by the praise of the people, and the tale that no ending hath,

       And the love and the heart of the godlike, and the heavenward-leading path,

       For the rose and the stem of the lily, and the smooth-lipped youngling's kiss,

       And the eyes' desire that passeth, and the frail unstable bliss?

       Now shalt thou tell King Sigmund, that I deem it the crown of my life

       To dwell in the house of his fathers amidst all peace and strife,

       And to bear the sons of his body: and indeed full well I know

       That fair from the loins of Sigmund shall such a stem outgrow

       That all folk of the earth shall be praising the womb where once he lay

       And the paps that his lips have cherished, and shall bless my happy day."

      Now СКАЧАТЬ