The Third Lay of Guthrun
The short Guthrunarkvitha III, entitled in the manuscript simply Guthrunarkvitha, but so numbered in most editions to distinguish it from the first and second Guthrun lays, appears only in the Codex Regius. It is neither quoted nor paraphrased in the Volsungasaga, the compilers of which appear not to have known the story with which it deals. The poem as we have it is evidently complete and free from serious interpolations. It can safely be dated from the first half of the eleventh century, for the ordeal by boiling water, with which it is chiefly concerned, was first introduced into Norway by St. Olaf, who died in 1030, and the poem speaks of it in stanza 7 as still of foreign origin.
The material for the poem evidently came from North Germany, but there is little indication that the poet was working on the basis of a narrative legend already fully formed. The story of the wife accused of faithlessness who proves her innocence by the test of boiling water had long been current in Germany, as elsewhere, and had attached itself to various women of legendary fame, but not except in this poem, so far as we can judge, to Guthrun (Kriemhild). The introduction of Thjothrek (Theoderich, Dietrich, Thithrek) is another indication of relative lateness, for the legends of Theoderich do not appear to have reached the North materially before the year 1000. On the anachronism of bringing Thjothrek to Atli’s court cf. Guthrunarkvitha II, introductory prose, note, in which the development of the Theoderich tradition in its relation to that of Atli is briefly outlined.
Guthrunarkvitha III is, then, little more than a dramatic German story made into a narrative lay by a Norse poet, with the names of Guthrun, Atli, Thjothrek, and Herkja incorporated for the sake of greater effectiveness. Its story probably nowhere formed a part of the living tradition c)f Sigurth and Atli, but the poem has so little distinctively Norse coloring that it may Possibly have been based on a story or even a poem which its composer heard in Germany or from the lips of a German narrator.
Herkja was the name of a serving-woman of Atli’s; she had been his concubine. She told Atli that she had seen Thjothrek and Guthrun both together. Atli was greatly angered thereby. Then Guthrun said:1
“What thy sorrow, Atli, Buthli’s son?
Is thy heart heavy-laden? Why laughest thou never?
It would better befit the warrior far
To speak with men, and me to look on.”
“It troubles me, Guthrun, Gjuki’s daughter,2
What Herkja here in the hall hath told me,
That thou in the bed with Thjothrek liest,
Beneath the linen in lovers’ guise.”
“This shall I with oaths now swear,3
Swear by the sacred stone so white,
That nought was there with Thjothmar’s son
That man or woman may not know.
“Nor ever once did my arms embrace
The hero brave, the leader of hosts;
In another manner our meeting was,
When our sorrows we in secret told.
“With thirty warriors Thjothrek came,4
Nor of all his men doth one remain;
Thou hast murdered my brothers and mail-clad men,
Thou hast murdered all the men of my race.
“Gunnar comes not, Hogni I greet not,5
No longer I see my brothers loved;
My sorrow would Hogni avenge with the sword,
Now myself for my woes I shall payment win.
“Summon Saxi, the southrons’ king,6
For be the boiling kettle can hallow.”
Seven hundred there were in the hall,
Ere the queen her hand in the kettle thrust.
To the bottom she reached with hand so bright,
And forth she brought the flashing stones:
“Behold, ye warriors, well am I cleared
Of sin by the kettle’s sacred boiling.”
Then Atli’s heart in happiness laughed,
When Guthrun’s hand unhurt he saw;
“Now Herkja shall come the kettle to try,
She who grief for Guthrun planned.”
Ne’er saw man sight more sad than this,7
How burned were the hands of Herkja then;
In a bog so foul the maid they flung,
And so was Guthrun’s grief requited.