. And this right soon he did.

CHAPTER IV

KRIEMHILD'S DREAM

Now in the Kingdom of Burgundy the court sat in the city of Worms, a
city built on the banks of the great Rhine river.

At this court dwelt a beautiful Princess named Kriemhild. More
beautiful was she than any other maiden in the wide world. Gentle and
kind too she was, so that her fame had spread to many a far-off land.

The King, her father, had died when Kriemhild was a tiny maiden. Her
mother was Queen Ute, who loved well her beautiful and gentle
daughter.

But though the maiden's father was dead, she was well guarded by her
three royal brothers, King Gunther, King Gernot, and King Giselher.

It was King Gunther, Kriemhild's eldest brother, who sat upon the
throne, and it was to him that the liegemen took their oath of fealty.

King Gunther's chief counsellor was his uncle, a cruel man, whose name
was Hagen.

There was great wealth and splendour at the Court of Worms, and many
nobles and barons flocked thither to take service under King Gunther's
banners.

Now one night it chanced that Kriemhild dreamed a strange dream. As
she lay in her soft, white bed it seemed to the Princess that a
beautiful hawk, with feathers of gold, came and perched upon her
wrist.

Strong and wild was the bird, but in her dream Kriemhild fondled and
petted it until it grew quiet and tame. Then the Princess dressed
herself for the hunt, and with her hawk on her wrist set out with her
three royal brothers to enjoy the sport.

No sooner, however, did the maiden loosen the hawk from off her wrist
than it soared upward toward the bright blue sky.

Then the dream-maiden saw two mighty eagles swoop down upon her petted
hawk, and bearing it away in their cruel talons, tear it into pieces.

When the Princess awoke and remembered her dream she trembled for
fear. In the early dawn the beautiful maiden slipped into her mother's
bower. Perchance the Queen would be able to tell her the meaning of
her dream.

Queen Ute listened kindly to her daughter's fears, but when she heard
of the two cruel eagles she covered her face with her fair white hands
and answered slowly: 'The hawk, my daughter, is a noble knight who
shall be thy husband, but, alas, unless God defend him from his foes,
thou shalt lose him ere he has long been thine.'

But the beautiful maiden tossed her head, forgetting the sorrow of her
dream, and cried with a light heart, 'O lady mother, I wish no kni