Beauty & Sigrdrifa
The tale of Sleeping
Beauty in embryo, and perhaps even a hint of its significance, may be seen
in the story of Brynhild [Sigrdrifa] in the Volsunga saga; for when Brynhild
was banished to earth, and the decree made that she should wed like any
other member of her sex, her uppermost fear ... was that she might find
herself mated to a coward. To ensure that this would not happen Odin placed
her in a deserted castle, and surrounded it with a massive barrier of flame.
He then touched her with the thorn of sleep so that her youth and beauty
would be perfectly preserved, no matter how much time elapsed before a
hero arose courageous enough to make his way through the barrier of flame
and enter the castle. Further it was ordained that when such a man removed
the armor from her insensible body he would instantly fall in love with
her, and she, waking with this action, would fall in love with him, as
indeed happened when Sigurd accomplished the feat.
Iona and Peter Opie,
Classic Fairy Tales (New York: Oxford University Press, 1974), 105.
Sigurd rode up to Hindfell and
headed south towards Frankland. On the mountain he saw a bright light like
a fire burning and shining towards Asgard. But when he arrived he found
a shield-wall and over it a banner. Sigurd went to the shield-wall and
saw a man in full armour lying asleep. He took the helmet from his head
whereupon he saw that it was a woman. The byrnie was stuck fast as if it
had grown into her flesh. With his sword Grani he slit the byrnie through
from the neck down and through both sleeves, and removed it from her. She
awoke, sat up, and said:
Who has slit my byrnie and from
sleep roused me,
Who has broken the spell that
bound me so long?
Sigmund's son, Sigurd, who lately
Killed the Raven's Carrion Tree.
Long have I slept, long was I sleeping,
Long are the miseries of men:
Odin chose to charm me to sleep
When he spoke a spell over me.
Sigurd sat down and asked her her
name. She took a horn full of mead and gave him a remembrance drink.
Hail Day, Hail, Sons of Day!
Hail Night and New Moon!
With kind eyes look hither and
Victory while we live.
Hail Gods! Hail Goddesses!
Hail bountiful Earth!
Grace us both with the gift of
And leech hands while we live.
Her name was Sigrdrifa, meaning
Victory-Granter, and she was a Valkyrie. She said that two kings had fought.
One was named Helm Gunnar; he had grown old but was still the greatest
of warriors, and to him Odin had decreed victory. The other Agnar, Hauda's
brother, who never had hopes of being favoured. Victory-Granter felled
Helm Gunnar in battle. In revenge Odin pricked her with a sleep thorn and
said that she should never thereafter fight for victory but should be married.
"But," she said to him, "I in my turn bind myself by a vow to marry no
man except one who knows no fear." Sigurd asked her to make her wisdom
known to him, since she had knowledge of all the worlds.
Sea runes you should know to save
Sail steeds on the Sea:
Carve them on the bow and the
blade of the rudder,
Etch them with fire on the oars;
Though high the breakers and blue
You shall sail safe into harbour.
Limb-runes you should know if a
leech you would be,
Who can properly probe wounds:
It is best to carve them on the
bark of trees
Whose limbs lean to the east.
Speech-runes you should know, so
that no man
Out of hatred may do you harm:
These you shall wind, these you
These you shall gather together,
When the people throng to the
Thing to hear
Just judgements given.
Thought-runes you should know if
you would be thought by all
The wisest of mortal men:
Hropt [Odin] devised them,
Hropt scratched them
Hropt took them to heart.
From the wise waters the waters
From the head of Heidraupnir
From the horn of Hoddrofnir.
On the brink Odin stood with Brimir,
A helmet upon his head:
Then Mimir's head uttered for
the first time
Words of great wisdom.
He spoke runes on the shield that
stands before the shining god,
In the ear of Early Awake and
on the hoof of All-Wise,
On the wheel that turns ever under
On the sled straps and on Sleipnir's
On the bear's paw and on Bragi's
On the wolf's foot and the falcon's
On the bloody wings and at the
On the palm of child loosener
and the path of comfort .
On glass and on gold and the fore-guesses
In wine and in malt and in the
On Gungnir's point and on Grani's
On the nails of the Norns and
the Night Owl's beak.
All were scratched off which were
Mingled with holy mead
And sent on the wide ways,
Some to gods, some to elves,
Some to the wise Vanir,
Some to the sons of men.
There are Beech runes, there are
And all the ale runes,
Precious runes of power!
Unspoiled they are un-spoiled
Learn them and use them long
Till the high powers perish.
Now you shall choose, for the choice
is given you,
Speech or silence, you shall say
Evil is allotted to all.
I shall not flee, though fated
For never have I known fear.
Grant me this: Give me all
Your loving counsel while I live.
I counsel you first , among kinsmen
Free from fault and reproach:
Be slow to wrath though they wrong
This will do you good in death.
I counsel you second; swear no
But what you mean to abide by:
A halter awaits the word breaker,
Villainous is the wolf-of-vows.
I counsel you third;
at the Thing never bandy
Words with unwise men,
For the unwise man often speaks
worse words than he knows.
But speak your mind; of the silent
it is often
Believed they are low-born cowards,
That their foes are speaking the
Famous-at-home may fail abroad
When strangers test his truth:
The reward of the liar is not
long in coming;
He dies the very next day.
I say to you fourth; if a sorceress
A witch by the way side,
It is better to leave than to
be her guest
Though night fall on your faring.
Fore-sighted eyes need the sons
Whenever they come to combat;
By the broad road may sit bale
Who blunt both blades and courage.
I counsel you fifth; though fair
be the maids
On the benches within the hall,
Let your sleep not be ruled by
the silver of marriage,
Nor beguile the girls with kisses.
I counsel you sixth; if you sit
And the ale talk turns ill,
Bandy no words with bragging drunkards:
Wine steals the wits of many.
Quarrels and ale have often been
The cause of ill to heroes:
Death to some, to some bewitchment,
Many are the griefs of men.
I counsel you seventh; if you come
With fierce hearted fighters,
To battle is better than to be
burned in the hall,
Although it gleam with gold.
I counsel you eighth; of evil beware,
Of charming smiles of deceit:
Let no maidens entice you, nor
Nor lead them into lawless pleasures.
I counsel you ninth; cover the
Whenever on earth you find them,
Be they dead of sickness or drowned
in the river,
Or warriors slain by weapons.
Dead corpses you should clean with
Wash their hands and heads,
Comb and dry them, in their coffins
And bid them a blessed sleep.
I counsel you tenth; trust not
The words of a wolf's kin,
If you have killed his kin or
felled his father:
Wolf's bane is in his blood, though
he be glad of your gold.
Anger and hate are ever awake,
So is harm also:
The boar visored, when vain-glorious.
Lack both wit and weapons.
I counsel you eleventh; there lurks
Round each bend of the road:
A long life you must not look
So great are the hatreds grown.
From the Poetic
Edda, trans. W.H. Auden and P.B. Taylor, with slight modifications.
A number of stanzas have been lost, but the likely ending of the lay can
be inferred from the
Volsunga saga: "Sigurd spake, 'None among the
sons of men can be found wiser than thou; and thereby swear I, that thee
will I have as my own, for near to my heart thou liest.' She answers, 'Thee
would I fainest choose, though I had all men's sons to choose from.' And
thereto they plighted troth both of them."