"...under heaven let it the highest be..."In Guthrun's Lament (from The Poetic Edda), after recounting her life's many woes, Guthrun grimly foresees her own funeral pyre:
Raise up, ye earls, the oaken heap,
under heaven let it the highest be,
that fire may burn the hate-filled breast's
carks and cares, and quell all sorrow.
It should be noted that Guthrun's woes were largely self-inflicted. Every time a loved one is taken from her, she urges other kin to wreak revenge on the perpetrator, even though she knows that those kin will likely die in the process. And she personally avenges the deaths of her brothers at the hand of her husband Atli by killing the children she had with Atli, and serving their hearts and blood to their father at a celebratory feast. Then near the end of her life she laments that her kinfolk are all gone. Sorry, honey, but that's what bloodlust will do for you.
I really enjoyed The Poetic Edda, despite its fragmentary and often self-contradictory nature. Truly a classic of Western literature.
Better than Game of Thrones? (sounds like a similar plot)
Posted by: Paul at Jul 5, 2013 12:34:42 PM
I'm sure George R.R. Martin was influenced by the Sigurd legend.
Posted by: Pete at Jul 14, 2013 12:04:51 PM