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

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СКАЧАТЬ He hath heard of thy sons in the battle, the fillers of Odin's Hall;

       And a word hath the west-wind blown him, (full fruitful be its fall!)

       A word of thy daughter Signy the crown of womanhood:

       Now he deems thy friendship goodly, and thine help in the battle good,

       And for these will he give his friendship and his battle-aid again:

       But if thou wouldst grant his asking, and make his heart full fain,

       Then shalt thou give him a matter, saith he, without a price,

       —Signy the fairer than fair, Signy the wiser than wise."

      Such words in the hall of the Volsungs spake the Earl of Siggeir the Goth,

       Bearing the gifts and the gold, the ring, and the tokens of troth.

       But the King's heart laughed within him and the King's sons deemed it good;

       For they dreamed how they fared with the Goths o'er ocean and acre and wood,

       Till all the north was theirs, and the utmost southern lands.

      But nought said the snow-white Signy as she sat with folded hands

       And gazed at the Goth-king's Earl till his heart grew heavy and cold,

       As one that half remembers a tale that the elders have told,

       A story of weird and of woe: then spake King Volsung and said:

      "A great king woos thee, daughter; wilt thou lie in a great king's bed,

       And bear earth's kings on thy bosom, that our name may never die?"

      A fire lit up her face, and her voice was e'en as a cry:

       "I will sleep in a great king's bed, I will bear the lords of the earth,

       And the wrack and the grief of my youth-days shall be held for nothing worth."

      Then would he question her kindly, as one who loved her sore,

       But she put forth her hand and smiled, and her face was flushed no more

       "Would God it might otherwise be! but wert thou to will it not,

       Yet should I will it and wed him, and rue my life and my lot."

      Lowly and soft she said it; but spake out louder now:

       "Be of good cheer, King Volsung! for such a man art thou,

       That what thou dost well-counselled, goodly and fair it is,

       And what thou dost unwitting, the Gods have bidden thee this:

       So work all things together for the fame of thee and thine.

       And now meseems at my wedding shall be a hallowed sign,

       That shall give thine heart a joyance, whatever shall follow after."

       She spake, and the feast sped on, and the speech and the song and the laughter

       Went over the words of boding as the tide of the norland main

       Sweeps over the hidden skerry, the home of the shipman's bane.

      So wendeth his way on the morrow that Earl of the Gothland King,

       Bearing the gifts and the gold, and King Volsung's tokening,

       And a word in his mouth moreover, a word of blessing and hail,

       And a bidding to King Siggeir to come ere the June-tide fail

       And wed him to white-hand Signy and bear away his bride,

       While sleepeth the field of the fishes amidst the summer-tide.

      So on Mid-Summer Even ere the undark night began

       Siggeir the King of the Goth-folk went up from the bath of the swan

       Unto the Volsung dwelling with many an Earl about;

       There through the glimmering thicket the linkèd mail rang out,

       And sang as mid the woodways sings the summer-hidden ford:

       There were gold-rings God-fashioned, and many a Dwarf-wrought sword,

       And many a Queen-wrought kirtle and many a written spear;

       So came they to the acres, and drew the threshold near,

       And amidst of the garden blossoms, on the grassy, fruit-grown land,

       Was Volsung the King of the Wood-world with his sons on either hand;

       Therewith down lighted Siggeir the lord of a mighty folk,

       Yet showed he by King Volsung as the bramble by the oak,

       Nor reached his helm to the shoulder of the least of Volsung's sons.

       And so into the hall they wended, the Kings and their mighty ones;

       And they dight the feast full glorious, and drank through the death of the day,

       Till the shadowless moon rose upward, till it wended white away;

       Then they went to the gold-hung beds, and at last for an hour or twain

       Were all things still and silent, save a flaw of the summer rain.

      But on the morrow noontide when the sun was high and bare,

       More glorious was the banquet, and now was Signy there,

       And she sat beside King Siggeir, a glorious bride forsooth;

       Ruddy and white was she wrought as the fair-stained sea-beast's tooth,

       But she neither laughed nor spake, and her eyes were hard and cold,

       And with wandering side-long looks her lord would she behold.

       That saw Sigmund her brother, the eldest Volsung son,

       And oft he looked upon her, and their eyes met now and anon,

       And ruth arose in his heart, and hate of Siggeir the Goth,

       And there had he broken the wedding, but for plighted promise and troth.

       But those twain were beheld of Siggeir, and he deemed of the Volsung kin,

       That amid their might and their malice small honour should he win;

       Yet thereof made he no semblance, but abided times to be

       And laughed out with the loudest, amid the hope and the glee.

       And nought of all saw Volsung, as he dreamed of the coming glory,

       And how the Kings of his kindred should fashion the round world's story.

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