. Siegfried, the hero of the North, and Beowulf, the hero of the Anglo-Saxons . lead forher. And if you are still capable of loy-alty to any human being, let me commendmy dearest love to your pity and favour. He paused, and stirred uneasily incruel pain; then, with his last breath, Siegfrieds Death 105 came, low and broken, the propheticwords : The time is coming when you shallrue this days work. Believe me, I speakthe truth; in dealing death to me, yehave dealt it to yourselves. The breath had fled, and still the flowersdrank the flowing blood. There was a long silence. Then theylaid him on h
. Siegfried, the hero of the North, and Beowulf, the hero of the Anglo-Saxons . lead forher. And if you are still capable of loy-alty to any human being, let me commendmy dearest love to your pity and favour. He paused, and stirred uneasily incruel pain; then, with his last breath, Siegfrieds Death 105 came, low and broken, the propheticwords : The time is coming when you shallrue this days work. Believe me, I speakthe truth; in dealing death to me, yehave dealt it to yourselves. The breath had fled, and still the flowersdrank the flowing blood. There was a long silence. Then theylaid him on his golden shield, and beganto consult in whispers what they shouldsay, so it might not become known thatHagen had done the deed. They agreedupon a tale of Siegfried having ridden offtoo far into the forest alone, and havingbeen attacked by outlaws. But Hagenwould not have it so. I shall take him home myself, hesaid. I care no whit if she hears thetruth, she who could so cruelly wound ourQueens feelings. Whether she weeps ornot, or whatever she does, matters verylittle to XIV SIEGFRIEDS FUNERAL THEY waited till the evening, thenturned towards home and recrossedthe Rhine. Never was more disastroushunt. For the game that was slain thatday many a womans tears were yet toflow. Hagen seemed possessed with a fiendof wickedness and revenge. He had thedead hero taken quietly to the palace andlaid before Kriemhildes own door. By daybreak the cathedral bells beganto ring, and Kriemhilde, who never missedearly mass, waked her maidens, and calledfor a light. The chamberlain who broughtit stumbled against the body, saw the red,blood-soaked clothing, and, without paus-ing to look who it was, rushed into Kriem-hildes presence, crying: 106 Siegfrieds Funeral 107 Lady, stay within ! there is a knightlying dead before your door. Her heart misgave her at once. In a o flash she thought of what she had toldHagen, and she knew the worst. Shesank to the floor without a word, in afaint; but when s
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