Waltharius781English
5th single combat: Walther slays Hadawart, after an exchange of insults (781–845)
Deceived by his inflated spirit, Hadaward, | |
The fifth, claimed Walter’s shield from Gunther for himself. | |
He gave his comrades, as he left, his spear to hold, | |
A bold man vainly trusting in his sword alone. | |
Seeing scattered corpses having blocked the path completely, | 785 |
Nor could his horse pass through, dismounting, he prepared | |
To go on foot. There, fierce in arms, stood Walter, and | |
He praised the man who offered him an equal chance | |
In fighting. Hadaward at that point said to him: | |
“You serpent versed in tricks and skillful in deceit: | 790 |
Accustomed to conceal your limbs with scaly hide | |
And coiled into a single spiral like a snake, | |
You dodge so many shots without the slightest wound, | |
Defiantly eluding even poisoned arrows! | |
By craft you think this blow will be avoided which | 795 |
The right hand of a man delivers close by with | |
Sure aim? This spear and wound are not from such a man. | |
Take my advice; lay down your painted shield. My lot | |
Claims this as mine. The king’s pledge guarantees it too. | |
I don’t want you to hurt it; it delights my eyes. | 800 |
If not, and you should rob me of the gracious light, | |
My many friends and relatives are present who, | |
Though you assume the form and feathers of a bird, | |
Still never will allow you to escape unharmed.” | |
In turn, the warrior whom nothing frightened answered, | 805 |
“The rest I do not mention; I wish to defend | |
My shield. I owe it much, believe me, for good service, | |
For often it was wont to set itself against | |
My foes, and suffered blows that would have wounded me. | |
You see how useful I find it today; were it | 810 |
Not here, you might not be conversing now with Walter. | |
With all your strength strive to repel this enemy, | |
Right hand; prevent the theft of your defending bulwark! | |
You, left hand, strive to grip the handle of the shield, | |
Wrap fingers stuck like glue around the ivory. | 815 |
Do not put down the burden here that you have borne | |
So great a distance from the Huns’ high citadels!” | |
Then he: “If you resist, you’ll act against your good. | |
You will return not just the shield, but horse and girl | |
And gold, and then will suffer punishment for crimes.” | 820 |
He says these words and then unsheathes his trusty blade. | |
The two men born in different lands attack each other. | |
The Vosges was astonished by the sparks and blows. | |
Distinguished by their courage and their mighty weapons, | |
One trusts his sword; the other, fierce and hard, his spear. | 825 |
With fearsome force, they traded blows between themselves. | |
The crash of ax blades on a dark oak tree resounds | |
Less loudly than the ringing of their shields and helmets. | |
The Franks were stunned that Walter, to whom neither rest | |
Nor respite had been given, did not grow exhausted. | 830 |
The man from Worms, believing he was safe, sprang forward | |
And with his blade raised high stood up impulsively, | |
Believing that with this stroke he would end the fight. | |
As it was striking, though, the cautious youth held out | |
His spear and blocked it, forcing his unwary foe | 835 |
To lose his sword, which glittered back from distant brambles. | |
When he saw that he had been stripped of his dear sword, | |
He wished to speed his flight and reach the underbrush; | |
Relying on his feet and fresh youth, Alphere’s son | |
Pursued: “Where do you flee?” he called; “Pick up your shield!” 840 | |
Then quickly raised his spear in both his hands and struck. | |
The other fell, his great shield crashing down on him. | |
Without delay, the youth stepped on his neck, removed | |
His shield, and with his spear then pinned him to the ground. | |
He rolled his eyes, breathed out his life into the breeze. | 845 |
Note: this English text is identical to that found in Waltharius and Ruodlieb, edited and translated by Dennis M. Kratz. The Garland library of medieval literature, Series A, vol. 14. New York: Garland Pub., 1984.