Identifier: oldnorsestories00brad (find matches)
Title: Old Norse stories
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Bradish, Sarah Powers
Subjects: Mythology, Norse
Publisher: New York : American Book Co.
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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deeds as great as yours. You havesung of your fathers, but men shall sing of you,and remember the house of the Niblungs, in theirsongs. Drink of this cup; for my love is mixedwith the wine. Sigurd took the drinking horn from her hand,and held it, while he noticed the exquisite carving;and smiled upon Grimhild as he drank the wine.He did not know that she had given him a magicpotion. As soon as he had sipped the wine, achange came over him ; and the people who lovedhim felt a chill. A shadow settled upon his face;the hall grew dark. Grimhild alone was happy; for she saw, fromSigurds eyes, that she had conquered a brave war-rior, and filled a faithful heart with deceit. Shebade Sigurd be merry, although his kin had passedaway; because he had found a new mother in herlove, a new father in Giuki, and brothers in theirsons, Gunnar, Hogni, and Guttorm. Then shetold him of the glory that would come to the Nib-lung house through his valiant deeds. As Sigurd listened, the magic potion worked;
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Grimhild Giving the Magic Cup. NORSE MYTH ST )R1ES—14 210 and he forgot Brynhild. The people sat silent,as if the breath of a coming frost had swept overthe summer land, and the earls looked in sorrowupon the dimmed eyes of Sigurd. In Lymdale, as Brynhild was sitting at her em-broidery, a sudden fear smote her heart, and acircle of flame sprang up around her dwelling. The Niblung minstrels tried to sing; but theirnotes were discordant and died away; no soundwas heard except the cries of the eagles and thesighing of the wind. One by one the peoplepassed out, until Sigurd was left alone. He wentto the stables and saddled a horse, but not Grey-fell ; he had forgotten Greyfell. He rode to Bryn-hilds house; but he had forgotten Brynhild. Hishorse dared not approach the flickering flames.Sigurd turned and rode away, without knowingwhere he was, until he heard the shout of theNiblung earls, who welcomed him home again. Sigurd asked what deeds there were for his sword.Grimhild came to lead

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