The Nibelungenlied

This is Part One of Book Two of The Legends of The Ring. This section of the volume deals with The Ring Legends of Germany – the work of an Austrian poet composed around 1200-1204 and thus the earliest in this collection of Ring legend literature. Collected and published from 1755 onwards, the work, translated in prose by A.T. Hatto transposes the Icelandic sagas to mediaeval court life setting telling a tale of conspiracy, murder, and heroic ruin. Thus we learn about feudal kingship, honourable jousting and chivalrous knighthood peopled with a parade of splendour, female beauty, and magnificent fighting men. “And now far and wide and in great number the good knights began a most noble sport: you could see many there whose youthful hearts fired them with great zest, all fine, gallant knights beneath their shields! Magnificent women and bevies of lovely girls adorned in all their finery sat in the windows watching the pastime of all those fearless men, till the king and his friends took the field.”

The powerful prose narrative lacks the beauty of the Icelandic poetry of Book one, although it presents the tale in considerably more detail. It is subject to repetition and frequent pointers to disasters to come. On the same page we have “And indeed, in days to come, Hagen gashed many a shield and helmet.” and “But King Etzel’s queen parted many such pairs in sorrow, in days to come.” Later we are told that “yet the time would come when they grew so hostile towards him that they had no recourse but to slay him”.

As the final inevitable slaughter nears we have a true reflection of one of the harsh realities of war: ‘Alas for my brother who has just been killed here! What harrowing news reaches me incessantly. I shall always mourn for the noble RĂ¼diger, too – this vast loss and pain affect both sides.’ An early plea for forgiveness and reconciliation.

These illustrations by Simon Brett are relevant to this section of the work.

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Drinks On Patio

After a momentous yesterday this was one for resting. I spent much of it almost finishing The Nibelungenlied, which I will review tomorrow.

This evening the weather was so temperate that for the first time this year we enjoyed our evening drinks on the patio.

Jackie produced this first gallery;

I produced this one.

We then dined on Jackie’s wholesome cottage pie with firm carrots, broccoli and cauliflower, with which I finished my Uco Valley Malbec 2023.

BCG

We spent another very hot morning in cooling air conditioning – in the car to and from Southampton Hospital, and in the hospital for my post procedure follow up. We normally need to allow two hours for the hospital trip – today it took an unheard of 46 minutes. This meant we were very early and our wait was two hours.

The news was good. The tumour has not gone away completely but neither has it gone anywhere else. It is serious and needs to be removed. What has proved successful is the BCG vaccine which eradicated TB in this country years ago. This is intended to reduce the chance of the cancer returning and progressing. Taking that option I will receive weekly installations for 6 weeks followed by shorter maintenance treatments at 3-6 monthly intervals for up to three years. I will need another cystoscopy first. These will all necessitate insertion by plastic tube following the same route as before which won’t be pleasant; there will also be some irritation of the bladder which will most likely increase micturition urgency.

We celebrated this evening by dining at Rokali’s where the welcome, efficiency of service, and exemplary cooking, were as always. My main meal was duck jalfrezi; Jackie chose paneer shashlik; we shared sag rice and plain paratha. Even the paratha is fried in ghee. I drank Kingfisher and Jackie drank diet cola.

Rusty Water

On another energy-sapping hot and humid day with a threat of thunderstorms that did not arrive it was not until mid-afternoon that, if only to benefit from the Hyundai’s air conditioning, we ventured out on a short forest drive.

Before then I had read more of The Nibelungenlied.

Vita Heathcote, born in Lymington, is a 22 year old athlete representing Great Britain, partnering 39 year old Chris Grube, starting on Saturday 3rd August at the 2024 Paris Olympics in the 470 Mixed Dinghy class.

Our anonymous yarn postbox decorator wishes her well on Pilley Street.

Pilley’s lake has reacted to our recent intense weather by turning such shallow water that currently remains a swirling rusty red.

For the scientifically minded https://www.sciencedirect.com/topics/earth-and-planetary-sciences/red-alga has a detailed analysis of the red algae that cause this phenomenon.

Almost the only ponies emerging from the shelter of the forest trees we saw today were those

vying for position at the East End crossroads bus shelter. Note the salt stains on the flanks of the solitary animal.

This evening, from tables in front of the TV we dined on breaded chicken, chips, peas, and baked beans while watching the Olympic Women’s all round Gymnastic finals, then Andy Murray and Dan Evans’s quarter final tennis doubles match against Tommy Paul and Taylor Fritz.