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

Then Gotthorm coming to their bedchamber stabbed Sigurd as he slept in GudrĂșn's arms. Before he died he said to her:

Brynhild wrought this:
best she loved me,
worst she dealt me,
worst belied me.
I Gunnar never
grieved nor injured;
oaths I swore him,
all fulfilled them!

Then Brynhild cried out on the Niflungs as cursed forswearers, who kept the bonds of brotherhood with murder, while Sigurd remembered them:

A sword lay naked
set between us,
Gram lay grimly
gleaming sheathless.

Brynhild threw herself on a sword, and so died. A great pyre was built, and they lay on it side by side, with the sword between them.

Thus Sigurd passed,
seed of Völsung,
there Brynhild burned:
bliss was ended.

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 (cont'd)

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