Identifier: siegfriedheroofn00rago (find matches)
Title: Siegfried, the hero of the North, and Beowulf, the hero of the Anglo-Saxons
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Ragozin, Zénaïde A. (Zénaïde Alexeïevna), 1835-1924 Tobin, George T. (George Timothy), 1864-1956, ill
Subjects: Siegfried (Legendary character) Beowulf
Publisher: New York London : G.P. Putnam
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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his spear against the linden-tree, and laid down on the grass Balmung,his shield, and the panther skin whichhung down his back. Thus he stoodin his tight-fitting black hunting-coat, aright royal, noble figure, beneath thewide-spreading, shady tree, by the clear,cool forest spring, and courteously signedto Gunther to drink first. The King tooka long draught, and as he rose to his feetSiegfried stepped up and prepared to dolikewise, looking neither to the right norto the left. At this instant Hagen, withswift and stealthy motion, took away thebow and sword, and grasping the spear,drove it with all his strength between theheros shoulders as he bent over the water,into the very spot marked by the littlesilk cross, so that his warm hearts bloodspurted forth and crimsoned the murder-ers white linen shirt. He did not stop todraw out the spear, but ran—ran as neverman ran before. Siegfried bounded to his feet andreached out for his sword or bow, but,finding neither, picked up his shield and
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o UJ cru.o u CO I< UJ c Th »-PUBLIC ASTOR, LE.NO-. flLDEN FOUND,, C Siegfrieds Death 103 ran in pursuit of Hagen. So great washis strength that, hurt to death as hewas, he reached him, and closed with him,and battered him with the shield till itbent and nearly broke in twain, and theprecious stones with which it was studdedstarted out of their settings and rolled tothe ground. A moment more and Hagen must havefallen under the shower of mighty blows.But the wounded mans strength suddenlygave out: his cheek and lips blanched, heswayed on his feet and sank down amongthe wild flowers, and they were dyed redin his blood. Oh, ye cravens ! -he spoke with voicestill strong and clear— is this the rewardfor all my love and service ? This dayswork will shame many yet unborn, and asfor you, the living, it parts you from thecompany of all good men forever ! The knights crowded around him wherehe lay ; to many this was an accursed day.Whoever knows what honour is, and truth,has wept for him.

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