The First Lay of Guthrún
Guðrúnarkviða I

There are a number of indications, in sentiment, style, conception, and invention, which argue this short lay—or, rather, “lament”—to belong among the youngest in the collection, perhaps from the twelfth century. It is not likely that the compiler of the Vǫlsunga saga knew it.

The theme is manifestly taken from “The Second Lay of Guthrún” from which, indeed, a number of expressions are borrowed bodily. But this in nowise detracts from the originality and depth of the conception. Unfortunately, the artistic effect of the lay is marred, for our modern taste, by a certain lack of unity in bringing in Brynhild’s fierce love and hate. The intensity of Guthrún’s grief still lives for us in Tennyson’s poignant lyric “Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead.”1

Guthrún sate over dead Sigurth’s body. She wept not, like other women, yet her heart was nigh bursting with sorrow. Both men and women came to speak cheer to her; but that was not easy. It is told that Guthrún had eaten of Fáfnir’s heart and hence understood the speech of birds.2 This lay, too,3 was indited about Guthrún.

1. Erst Gjúki’s daughter      unto death was nigh,

as o’er Sigurth she sate      sorrowfully;

she whimpered not,      nor her hands she wrung,

nor wept, either,      as do women else.

2. Went to the widow      wise earls kindly,

the heavy heart      of her to ease;

nor yet Guthrún      her grief could weep,

in her bosom though      her heart would burst.

3. Sate then with her      the wives of earls,

with Gjúki’s daughter      gold-dight women:

their greatest griefs      they gan tell her,

the fellest which had befallen them.

4. Then quoth Gjaflaug,4      Gjúki’s sister:

“On earth am I      most utterly wretched:

five highborn husbands      have I buried,

three of my daughters      three of my sisters,

and eight brothers;      yet on I live.”

5. Nor yet Guthrún      her grief could weep,

so sore her sorrow      o’er Sigurth’s fall,

so cold her heart      o’er the king’s body.

6. Then quoth Herborg,      the Hunnish queen:

“Sadder sorrow      suffered I still:

my seven sons      in the Southland all

fell whilom in battle,      my husband the eighth.

7. “Both father and mother      and four brothers

I lost in the waves,      on wind-tossed ship,

when the billows brake      ‘gainst the ship’s bulwarks.

8. “Myself needs buried      the bodies all,

needs laid them out      and their limbs straightened.

This woe befell me      in one half year—

to soothe my sorrow      no soul did try.

9. “As captive was I      kept in bondage,

that very half year      this happened to me;

then trimmed I the tresses,5      and tied the shoes,

for the earl’s housewife      every morning.

10. “With jealous scorn      she scolded me,

urged me to work      with angry stripes;

more friendly master      found I never,6

but harsher housewife      had I never.”

11. Nor yet Guthrún      her grief could weep,

so sore her sorrow      o’er Sigurth’s fall,

so cold her heart      o’er the king’s body.

12. Then quoth Gullrond,      Gjúki’s daughter:

“Though old and wise,      but ill know’st thou,

foster mother,      how the mourner to comfort,”

and bade them bare      the king’s body.

13. She swept the sheet      from Sigurth’s corse

and brought the bolster      to the brooding one’s knees:

“To the lief one’s lips      lay thou thy mouth,

as when didst hug      when hale, the warrior!”

14. Then cast one glance      Guthrún on him,

saw the dear one’s hair      all dank with blood,

saw the folk-warder’s      flashing eyes dimmed,

and the baron’s breast      breached by the sword.

15. Then sank Guthrún      swooning on bolster—

her hair loosened,      her cheeks grew hot,

a rain of tears      ran to her knees.

16. Then wept Guthrún,      Gjúki’s daughter,

that through her tresses7      the tears did flow,

and in the garth      the geese sang out,8

the far-famed fowl      which the fair one owned.

17. Then quoth Gullrond,      Gjúki’s daughter:

Knew I never      beneath heaven

greater love      than was given thee:

without nor within      at ease thou wast

but at Sigurth’s side,      thou sister mine!”

(Guthrún said:)

18. “Seemed my Sigurth      ’mongst the sons of Gjúki

like the garlic, grown      the grass above,9

like a bright stone set      on band of gold,

a gleaming jewel,      the great ones among.

19. “Was I honored higher      by the king’s heroes

than any one of      Óthin’s maidens;10

as little am I      as the leaves hanging

on sallow twigs,      now Sigurth is dead.

20. “At board I miss,      and in bed also,

my bosom’s friend.      ’Tis my brothers’ guilt—

’tis my brothers’ guilt      that this grief I bear—

their own sister—      and sore tears weep.

21. “May ye lose your land,      and lieges also,

as ill ye kept      the oaths ye sware.

No good, Gunnar,      of the gold will come:

the dragon’s hoard      thy death will be,

since to Sigurth      oaths thou swarest.

22. “There was greater glee      in the garth, by far,

the time my Sigurth      did saddle Grani—

the time they wended      to woo Brynhild,

that ill wight,      in evil hour.”

23. Then quoth Brynhild,      Buthli’s daughter:

“May that hag ne’er have      husband nor children

who again taught thee      thy tears to shed,

and this morn gave thee      the might of speech!”

24. Then quoth Gullrond,      Gjúki’s daughter:

“Hush thee, Brynhild,      who art hated by all:

athelings’ ill fate      thou hast ever been,

and all did call thee      a curse to them—

a sorrow      to seven kings,11

and hast brought woe      to many a wife.”

25. Then quoth Brynhild,      Buthli’s daughter:

“From Atli all      this evil springs—

to Buthli born,      my brother he—

’mongst Hunnish hosts      in the hall as we

the worm-bed’s fire12      on the warrior saw.

But woe did bring      their wending thither:

ever since see I      that sight before me.”

26. Neath stone post stood she,      nor restrained her wrath—13

burned in Brynhild’s,      Buthli’s daughter’s,

her eyes a fire:      she foamed with rage14

when the wounds she saw      on Sigurth’s body.

Guthrún then fared to the woods and wastes until she came to Denmark. There she stayed seven half-years with Thóra, the daughter of Hákon.15 Brynhild would live no longer after Sigurth’s death. She had eight of her thralls and five of her bondmaids slain. Then she slew herself with her sword, as is told in “The Short Lay of Sigurth.”