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« The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrún » (cont'd)

At the appointed time Brynhild came, and was wedded to Gunnar; and at the bridal Sigurd and Brynhild saw each other, as is said in the poem:

As stone graven
stared she palely,
as cold and still
as carven stone.

From shrouded heart
the shadows parted;
oaths were remembered
all unfulfilled.
As stone carven,
stern, unbending,
he sat unsmiling,
no sign making.

Sigurd rode out hunting, and Brynhild and Gudrún went to wash their hair in the waters of the Rhine. But Brynhild waded the deeper into the river, lest the water that had washed Gudrún's hair should flow over hers, and they fell to quarrelling: Gudrún claiming that the glory of the slayer of Fáfnir was surpassing, but Brynhild declaring that it was less than that of him who passed through her fire. Then Gudrún laughed, and said: 'He who rode your fire was he who gave you the ring Ándvaranaut, which is set on your finger. Did Gunnar get it on Gnitaheiði?'
Then Brynhild was stricken, seeing what had been done; and she left the river and went to her bower. There she lay lamenting throughout the day, in a passion of rage and grief, filled wih scorn and hatred for Gunnar and Gudrún, and cursing Sigurd when he came to her. To Gunnar she lied terrribly, saying that Sigurd had possessed her when in Gunnar's form he lay beside her, and Gunnar believed her. Seeking out Gotthorm, the half-brother of Gunnar and Högni, he urged him to slay Sigurd, since he had sworn no oath of brotherhood. (cont'd)

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