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

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      Black then was the heart of Siggeir, but his face grew pale and red,

       Till he drew a smile thereover, and spake the word and said:

       "Nay, pardon me, Signy's kinsman! when the heart desires o'ermuch

       It teacheth the tongue ill speaking, and my word belike was such.

       But the honour of thee and thy kindred, I hold it even as mine,

       And I love you as my heart-blood, and take ye this for a sign.

       I bid thee now King Volsung, and these thy glorious sons,

       And thine earls and thy dukes of battle and all thy mighty ones,

       To come to the house of the Goth-kings as honoured guests and dear

       And abide the winter over; that the dusky days and drear

       May be glorious with thy presence, that all folk may praise my life,

       And the friends that my fame hath gotten; and that this my new-wed wife

       Thine eyes may make the merrier till she bear my eldest born."

       Then speedily answered Volsung: "No king of the earth might scorn

       Such noble bidding, Siggeir; and surely will I come

       To look upon thy glory and the Goths' abundant home.

       But let two months wear over, for I have many a thing

       To shape and shear in the Woodland, as befits a people's king:

       And thou meanwhile here abiding of all my goods shalt be free,

       And then shall we twain together roof over the glass-green sea

       With the sides of our golden dragons; and our war-hosts' blended shields

       Shall fright the sea-abiders and the folk of the fishy fields."

      Answered the smooth-speeched Siggeir: "I thank thee well for this,

       And thy bidding is most kingly; yet take it not amiss

       That I wend my ways in the morning; for we Goth-folk know indeed

       That the sea is a foe full deadly, and a friend that fails at need,

       And that Ran who dwells thereunder will many a man beguile:

       And I bear a woman with me; nor would I for a while

       Behold that sea-queen's dwelling; for glad at heart am I

       Of the realm of the Goths and the Volsungs, and I look for long to lie

       In the arms of the fairest woman that ever a king may kiss.

       So I go mine house to order for the increase of thy bliss,

       That there in nought but joyance all we may wear the days

       And that men of the time hereafter the more our lives may praise."

      And for all the words of Volsung e'en so must the matter be,

       And Siggeir the Goth and Signy on the morn shall sail the sea.

       But the feast sped on the fairer, and the more they waxed in disport

       And the glee that all men love, as they knew that the hours were short.

       Yet a boding heart bare Sigmund amid his singing and laughter;

       And somewhat Signy wotted of the deeds that were coming after;

       For the wisest of women she was, and many a thing she knew;

       She would hearken the voice of the midnight till she heard what the Gods would do,

       And her feet fared oft on the wild, and deep was her communing

       With the heart of the glimmering woodland, where never a fowl may sing.

      So fair sped on the feasting amid the gleam of the gold,

       Amid the wine and the joyance; and many a tale was told

       To the harp-strings of that wedding, whereof the latter days

       Yet hold a little glimmer to wonder at and praise.

       Then the undark night drew over, and faint the high stars shone,

       And there on the beds blue-woven the slumber-tide they won;

       Yea while on the brightening mountain the herd-boy watched his sheep.

       Yet soft on the breast of Signy King Siggeir lay asleep.

      How the Volsungs fared to the Land of the Goths, and of the fall of King Volsung.

      Now or ever the sun shone houseward, unto King Volsung's bed

       Came Signy stealing barefoot, and she spake the word and said:

       "Awake and hearken, my father, for though the wedding be done,

       And I am the wife of the Goth-king, yet the Volsungs are not gone.

       So I come as a dream of the night, with a word that the Gods would say,

       And think thou thereof in the day-tide, and let Siggeir go on his way

       With me and the gifts and the gold, but do ye abide in the land,

       Nor trust in the guileful heart and the murder-loving hand,

       Lest the kin of the Volsungs perish, and the world be nothing worth."

      So came the word unto Volsung, and wit in his heart had birth;

       And he sat upright in the bed and kissed her on the lips;

       But he said: "My word is given, it is gone like the spring-tide ships:

       To death or to life must I journey when the months are come to an end.

       Yet my sons my words shall hearken, and shall nowise with me wend."

      Then she answered, speaking swiftly: "Nay, have thy sons with thee;

       Gather an host together and a mighty company,

       And meet the guile and the death-snare with battle and with wrack."

      He said: "Nay, my troth-word plighted e'en so should I draw aback:

       I shall go a guest, as my word was; of whom shall I be afraid?

       For an outworn elder's ending shall no mighty moan be made."

      Then answered Signy, weeping: "I shall see thee yet again

       When the battle thou arrayest on the Goth-folks' strand in СКАЧАТЬ