CONTENTS
[ The Fore Word. ]
[ Adventure I. ] Mimer, the Master
[ Adventure II. ] Greyfell
[ Adventure III. ] The Curse of Gold
[ Adventure IV. ] Fafnir, the Dragon
[ Adventure V. ] In AEgir’s Kingdom
[ Adventure VI. ] Brunhild
[ Adventure VII. ] In Nibelungen Land
[ Adventure VIII. ] Siegfried’s Welcome Home
[ Adventure IX. ] The Journey to Burgundy-Land
[ Adventure X. ] Kriemhild’s Dream
[ Adventure XI. ] How the Spring-time Came
[ Adventure XII. ] The War with the North-kings
[ Adventure XIII. ] The Story of Balder
[ Adventure XIV. ] How Gunther Outwitted Brunhild
[ Adventure XV. ] In Nibelungen Land Again
[ Adventure XVI. ] How Brunhild Was Welcomed Home
[ Adventure XVII. ] How Siegfried Lived in Nibelungen Land
[ Adventure XVIII. ] How the Mischief Began to Brew
[ Adventure XIX. ] How They Hunted in the Odenwald
[ Adventure XX. ] How the Hoard Was Brought to Burgundy
[ The After Word. ]
[ The Story of Siegfried, Endnotes. ]
Adventure I. Mimer, the Master.
At Santen, in the Lowlands, there once lived a young prince named Siegfried. His father, Siegmund, was king of the rich country through which the lazy Rhine winds its way just before reaching the great North Sea; and he was known, both far and near, for his good deeds and his prudent thrift. And Siegfried’s mother, the gentle Sigelind, was loved by all for her goodness of heart and her kindly charity to the poor. Neither king nor queen left aught undone that might make the young prince happy, or fit him for life’s usefulness. Wise men were brought from far-off lands to be his teachers; and every day something was added to his store of knowledge or his stock of happiness. And very skilful did he become in warlike games and in manly feats of strength. No other youth could throw the spear with so great force, or shoot the arrow with surer aim. No other youth could run more swiftly, or ride with more becoming ease. His gentle mother took delight in adding to the beauty of his matchless form, by clothing him in costly garments decked with the rarest jewels. The old, the young, the rich, the poor, the high, the low, all praised the fearless Siegfried, and all vied in friendly strife to win his favor. One would have thought that the life of the young prince could never be aught but a holiday, and that the birds would sing, and the flowers would bloom, and the sun would shine forever for his sake.
But the business of man’s life is not mere pastime; and none knew this truth better than the wise old king, Siegmund.