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Hagen, the kinsman of the kings, and the chief of their fighting-men, is old and crafty, and he cannot brook a greater hero than himself." Siegfried laughed. "That is all the better reason why I should go to Burgundy-land," he said. "Then take ten thousand of my warriors," said his father, "and make yourself master of the land." "No, no!" cried Siegfried. "One kingdom is enough for me.
And he sent word at once to Amilias, in Burgundy-land, to meet him on a day, and settle forever the question as to which of the two should be the master, and which the underling. And heralds proclaimed it in every town and dwelling.
"The king of all Burgundy-land, whose humble vassal I am, has heard the challenge you have sent into different lands, and he has come to match his strength with yours." "Does he know the conditions?" asked Brunhild. "He does," was the answer. "In case of success, the fairest of women for his queen: in case of failure, death."
"Only go not into Burgundy-land," were the parting words of Siegmund. And all who had come to bid them farewell wept bitterly as the young men rode out of the city, and were lost to sight in the distance. "Only go not into Burgundy-land!"
And as they rode down the valley of the Rhine they came, ere they were aware, into the Burgundian Land, and the high towers of King Gunther's castle rose up before them. Then Siegfried remembered again his father's words, "Only go not into Burgundy-land." But it was now too late to go back, and they determined to stop for a few days with the Burgundian kings.
To others he has given darker souls, and less lightsome faces, and more uncouth manners; and these may bear the brunt of the battle, and rush with Odin's heroes to the slaughter: but they would be ill at ease standing in the presence of fair ladies, or telling glad tidings at court. Let me still linger, I pray, on board this narrow ship, and send your friend Siegfried as herald to Burgundy-land.
An unknown upstart one Amilias, in Burgundy-land had made a suit of armor, which, he boasted, no stroke of sword could dint, and no blow of spear could scratch; and he had sent a challenge to all other smiths, both in the Rhine country and elsewhere, to equal that piece of workmanship, or else acknowledge themselves his underlings and vassals.
Then all the folk cried out their goodly greetings; and the sound of their glad voices rang out sweet and clear in the morning air, and rose up from the riverside, and was echoed among the hill-slopes, and carried over the meadows and vineyards, to the farthest bounds of Burgundy-land. And the matchless Brunhild, smiling, returned the happy greeting; and her voice was soft and sweet, as she said,
My own Nibelungen Land is all I want. I will take my twelve Nibelungen knights that I have with me here, and we will fare forth to see the world and its beauties, and men's work; and, when we have tired with riding, we will sail across the sea to our Nibelungen home." Adventure IX. The Journey to Burgundy-Land.
And the ladies who looked down upon the heroes from the palace windows said that this man could be no other than the Sunbright Balder, come from his home in Breidablik, to breathe gladness and sunshine into the hearts and lives of men. Only one among all the folk in the castle knew who the hero was who had ridden thus boldly into the heart of Burgundy-land.
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