vendredi 10 mars 2017

La saga de Hrolf Kraki

The relation of the Hrólfs Saga Kraka and the Bjarkarimur to Beowulf; a contribution to the history of saga development in England and the Scandinavian countries

THE OLD LAY OF BIARKI

THE OLD LAY OF BIARKI

THE OLD LAY OF BIARKI
[BIARKAMÓL HIN FORNU]

IN A famous passage of his great book on the History of the Norwegian Kings (Heimskringla), Snorri relates how, early at morn, before the fatal battle of Stiklastad (1030), King Ólaf the Saint asked his skald (Thórmóth Kólbrunarskálld) to intone a song; whereupon he recited the Old Biarkamól (Biarkamól hin fornu) so that all the army could hear it, and all were pleased; and the men called the lay the Exhortation of the Housecarls1 (Húskarla hvot). In the Legendary Saga of Ólaf we are told, furthermore, that when the king asked Thórmóth what boon he desired, that loyal heart asked for naught better than to be allowed to go before his king in battle, and that it might be granted to him not to survive his lord. “This answer is in the very spirit of the Biarkamól;”2 as was the poem singularly well chosen, from out of the many Thórmóth no doubt knew, to fit the occasion, for it is a high song of devotion unto death—and every one felt the king’s to be a Lost Cause.
 Unfortunately, only inconsiderable fragments have come down to us of this proud lay, though once it was known all over the North. For a conception of the whole poem we are now dependent on Saxo’s spirited, but very free and wordy, translation into Latin hexameters,3 and on the prolix and novelistic account of the late Hrólfs saga kraka. Taking these as his basis, aided by a strong poetic imagination, and with a profound knowledge of Old Norse poetry as a corrective, the Danish scholar, Axel Olrik, essayed to reconstruct the lay in its original form. As to the success of this difficult piece of restoration, one may question a detail, here and there, and yet agree that it is in the main true to the type, and rejoice in the successful p. 4 restoration of a noble poem. For its meter Olrik chose the málaháttr, irregularly varying with fornyrthislag, which is seen in the few rests preserved. As to structure the poem consists of three long and chiefly lyrical parts of about equal size, separated from one another by brief dramatic interludes. In this decided preponderance of lyric over dramatic elements, as also in the leisurely breadth of the lyric passages, the lay reminds one of the Anglo-Saxon epics rather than of the poems of the Edda with their firmer structure and more energetic movement—whether now this be due to Danish origin or to the early date of the Icelandic lay used by Saxo. This is estimated by Olrik to be from about 900; but other scholars incline to a much later date (ca. 1200).
 Putting together the accounts of Saxo and of the saga, the action is as follows: The great hero-king Hrólf kraki,5 the son of Helgi (and nephew of Hróar), is assailed in his hall at Leire during the night by his vassal Hiorvarth, the ruler of the Gauts, who is incited to this treachery by his wife Skuld, Hrólf’s own sister (or daughter). Hialti, a youthful champion in Hrólf’s hird, arouses the inmates, and with taunting speeches exhorts them to fight and die for their generous lord, rallying them again and again. After a bitter struggle, Hiorvarth bursts through the castle gate, Hrólf falls, but his warriors continue to fight. The castle is fired, it seems by Hrólf’s own men. Meanwhile, Biarki, his greatest champion, who has risen from poverty and finally married Hrólf’s sister Hrút, lies in the hall in profound sleep, superinduced by Skuld’s magic. He wakes at Hialti’s third call and plunges into battle. But it is too late. Biarki sinks at his beloved chieftain’s head, Hialti at his feet. When the battle dies down the mortally wounded Biarki is found by Hrút and made to see Óthin riding over the battle field. Dying, he defies him.6
 The king remains throughout in the background, yet is the invisible center, worthy of the loyalty unto death of such warriors. They but reflect his glory—Biarki, towering up over the p. 5 rest of them, the stern warrior, unyielding in death and defying even the king of the gods; beside him, brisk and steadfast, Hialti, his younger companion at arms, whose ringing alarums are thrice repeated, thanks to the happy retarding device of Biarki’s magic sleep. Sharp lights fall even on the lesser characters, living and dead—on wicked Skuld, “by evil norns for ill created,” and her husband Hiorvarth, swayed by her “to his kin to be false, his king to betray”; on the fierce warrlor Agnar who “laughs toward death”; on wretched King Hrœrek and gold-greedy King Athisl. Scelles of the present and the past flit by Hialti’s and Biarki’s inner vision, in their supreme hour—the glorious and deed-filled life of the housecarls in field and in banquet hall, under the eyes of the hero-king. Through their speeches we sense the hurly-burly, and feel the progress, of the battle. We learn of all the noble qualities which the upstanding, manly warrior-life of old allowed to unfold, and above all we appreciate that there may be glory in defeat.
HIALTI
1“Awake, arise, rally, friends!
All ye foremost athelings of Hrólf!
Awake not to wine nor to your wives’ converse,
but rather to Gondul’s7 game of war.” 
BIARKI
(drowsily responds, calling out to a thrall:)
2“Bring a fardel of fagots to kindle the fire!
Brush thou the hearth and blow in the embers!
p. 6 Let the kindling crackle to kindle the logs:
’tis winsome, with warm hand to welcome friends.”8
(He relapses into sleep; but Hialti exhorts the housecarls and plunges into battle with his king:)
HIALTI
3“Our great-hearted king gave to his housecarls
rings, helms, short-swords, and shining mail-coats;
his gifts in peace must be gained in war;
in war is proved what was pledged over ale.9
4“The ruler of Danes chose him the doughty;
courage is known when the craven flee;
in the tumult of battle he needs trusty fighters:
conquest follows king who may count on his men.
5“Hold firm your hilts, ye chosen housecarls,
shield flung on shoulder, to show ye are men;
breast open ’gainst breast offer we to our foemen:
beak against beak, so shall battle the eagles.
6“Foremost among fighters bold Hiorvarth10 fares,
glorying in swordplay, in gold-helm dight;
after him are marching martial hosts of Gauts,
with ring-laid11 helms and rattling spears.
7“Skuld him egged on, the Skioldung12 queen,
to his kin to be false, his king to betray;
p. 7 raving she is and bereft of reason,
by evil norns for ill created.”
(The tide of battle turns against Hrólf and he falls. Hialti continues:)
8“Now their last cup for kingsmen is poured,
after his liege-lord shall no one live
but he show him fearful and shrink from blows,
or be too listless his lord to avenge.
9“Our byrnies are slit and sundered our limbs;
blows of the bill have broken the king’s shield;
wide gapes the gate, and the gallant flee,
the baleful battle-axe gnaws men’s brows.
10“Lift thou now, Hrút, thy light-haired brow,
leave thy bower, for battle is nigh.
* * *
 the towers are tumbling, the castle-gates tremble.”
(Hialti and his men fire the castle. They discover Biarki in profound sleep:)
HIALTI
11“Bidest thou yet, Biarki? Do sleep-runes13 bind thee?
Come forth now with me ere thee fire assail!
We fend off our foes as we do bears—with firebrands:14
the castle crumbles, the king’s hall flames.”
(As Biarki still tarries, Hialti once more rallies his warriors:)
HIALTI
12“Let us rally our ranks as Hrólf us taught,
the hero who hewed down the ring-hoarder.
p. 8 Wretched was Hrœrek though he riches owned:
but gold he gathered, not gallant men.
13“Hrólf harried on Hrœrek. He ransom offered—
before the gates disgorged his purse its gold:
he strewed before stronghold stores of treasure.15
Then was lavished on foe what on friends was saved.
14“Though our liege him slew: he allotted the hoard
among faithful followers, refused it himself.
Nothing him gladdened but he gave it to them:
to award it to warriors naught was too welcome.
15“The most large-hearted lord lifeless has sunk;
lost is the life men will longest remember:
he ran to the sword-play as river toward sea,
fared against foe like the fleet-footed stag.
16“A burn of blood from the battle-field flows,
as Hiorvarth arnong hosts Hild’s-play16 speedeth.
But the sword-giver smiles in his sleep of death,
as at bountiful banquet he beakers emptied.
17“Fróthi’s kinsman17 on the Fýri Plains
his gold rings sowed, glad in his mind;
him we joyfully follow on his journey to Hel,
manly of speech and firm of mettle.
18“Blows of our brands shall back our faith,
the glory of great deeds never is forgotten.
Latched and locked the hall still is right.
A third time, Biarki, I bid thee come forth!”
p. 9 
BIARKI
19“Eagerly doest thou, Hialti, egg on Hrólf’s kinsman;18
but to vaunting words fit valiant deeds.
Bide thou whilst Biarki his byrnie fastens;
little he lists to be burned alive.
20“On an isle was I born, barren and little;
twelve demesnes gave me Hrólf to master,
realms to rule, and ruddy gold, too—
his sister to wife; here’s worth to requite.
 (He plunges into battle:)
21“Shields on your shoulders, if ye shun not death!
Only the craven covers him now.
Bare your breasts! Your bucklers fling down!19
Gold-weighted arm the glaive best wields.20
22“With my steel erst I struck the ‘wild stag’21 in battle,
with my short-sword slew him which Snirtir is named.
Hero’s name got I when its hilt I gripped—
when Agnar Ingialdsson’s life I ended.
23“ ’Gainst my head he hewed, but Hœking22 broke,
on Biarki’s brow his blade was shattered.
Then raised I Snirtir, through his ribs thrust him,
his right hand and right leg I lopped with one blow.
24“Never was there, I ween, a more warlike hero
than when, sword-hewn, sank the son of Ingiald:
lifeless he lay and laughed toward death;
to Valholl’s gates he gleefully hied him.
25“To his heart I hewed the hero but now,
young in years but unyielding in spirit;
p. 10 through his buckler I battered, naught booted him his hauberk:
my Snirtir but seldom slackens its blow.
26“Guard you now, ye gallant Gautish chieftains!
Athelings only enter this battle!
* * *
* * *
27“His loved son now loses many a lord;
but for barons, not bondmen Hel’s bars will be lowered.
More closely comes the clash of battle,
three blows I get for one I give.
28“Alone in the strife I stand amongst the slain.
A bulwark I build me of fallen bodies.
Where is now he who whetted me before,
and tempted me sore, as though twelve lives he had?”
HIALTI
29“Few are the followers, but far I am not.
strong is now need of stout-hearted men;
battered is my buckler, broken and shattered—
yourself may see it: sight goes before hearsay.
Doest battle now, Biarki, as thou bidedst before?”
BIARKI
30“Thy spiteful speech spurs me no longer:
not I am the cause that tardy I came.
Now a Swedish sword sorely has struck me;
through my war-weeds it went as though water it cleft.”
(Biarki’s wife Hrút has found her mortally wounded husband on the battle field, where the conflict is now dying down.)
31“But where is Óthin, the one-eyed grey-beard?
Say now, Hrút, swiftly: Seest thou him nowhere?”
p. 11 
HRÚT
32“Lower thy eye and look through my arm,23
sign then thy view with victory-runes:
unscathed shalt thou, Biarki, then scan with thy glance
and fasten thy eyes on the father of victory.”24
BIARKI
33“Could I fasten my eyes on Frigg’s husband24 now,
the swift shield-swinger and Sleipnir’s rider,
his life would lose the war-god at Leire25
blood for blood then would Biarki crave.
34“Here by my chieftain’s head I shall sink now,
thou26 by his feet shalt find thee a rest.
Booty-seekers on battle field shall bear me out:
the great-souled king’s gifts even the dead forget not.
35“Soon greedy eagles will gorge on our bodies,
ramping ravens will rend our limbs.
to high-minded, hardy hero it is seeming
dying to dwell by his king rich in deeds.”


Footnotes

p. 3
1 The housecarls of the Scandinavian kings correspond to the hird of the Anglo-Saxons. They formed the bodyguard of select warriors.
2 Axel Olrik, The Heroic Legends of Denmark (English trans., 1916) p. 169.
3 Gesta Danorum, book II.
4 Among other things, it may be doubted whether the lay was a pure dialogue poem and not, as were the oldest lays, interspersed with narrative.
p. 4
5 The matter of Hrólf’s rise, but not his fall, is briefly alluded to in various passages of Bēowulf.
6 For a detailed and searching analysis the reader is referred to Olrik’s work, pp. 202 f.
p. 5
7 (Or Hild), one of the Valkyries. In Snorri’s account, the beginning is as follows:
The day has come, claps the cock his wings:
’tis time for thralls to go to their tasks.
Awake, ye friends, be aye awake,
all ye best men of Athil’s board.
Hár the hard-gripping, Hrólf the bowman,
men of noble race who never flee;
I wake you not to wine nor to women’s converse,
but rather to the hard game of Hild.
But for reasons, fully discussed by Olrik, op. cit., pp. 183 f, these stanzas cannot have been the beginning of the Old Biarkamól.
p. 6
8 It is uncertain whether he thinks guests are coming or ironically bids the enemies welcome with fire (cf. stanza 11).
9 Almost all the phrases in this stanza, and many others in the following exhortation, recur verbally in Wīglāf’s exhortation of Bēowulf’s men to support him against the dragon (Bēowulf, 11, 2663-2660); and much occurs of the same import in the Battle of Maldon.
10 Equivalent to Anglo-Saxon Heoroweard. Other names, in the lay, have the following Anglo-Saxon equivalents: Helgi, Hālga; Hróar, Hrōthgār; Hrólf, Hrōthulf; the Gauts (Gautar), Gēatas; Hrœrek, Hrēthrīk; Ingiald, Ingeld; Athils, Ēadgils.
11 Helmets adomed with chains of rings.
12 Skioldungs (Anglo-Saxon, Scyldingas), the royal race of Denmark, whose progenitor is Skiǫld (Anglo-Saxon, Scyld).
p. 7
13 Cf. the magic runes fettering Sigrdrífa, Sigrdrífumǫl, Prose after stanza 4.
14 In Saxo: igne ursos arcere licet. Possibly, an allusion to Biarki’s name, which is a “short-name” for a name compounded with -biǫrn, “bear.” He has by some scholars been identified with Bēowulf.
p. 8
15 In order to purchase peace.
16 One of the valkyries; hence, “Hild’s-play,” a kenning for “battle.”
17 I.e., Hrólf.—The allusion is to an expedition of Hrólf to King Athils of Sweden. When treacherously pursued by Athils on the Fýri Plains (i.e., the region of Upsala) Hrólf stopped him by scattering gold rings which Athils and his men greedily picked up.
p. 9
18 Biarki himself.
19 Cf. Hákonarmól, stanza 4.
20 I.e., the golden arm-ring, by reminding warriors of the generosity of their lord, will cause them to fight more spiritedly.
21 A kenning, it seems, for “warrior.”
22 Agnar’s sword. Its name signifies “the sword owned by Hók.”
p. 11
23 One who possesses second-sight can make others see what he sees by letting them look through his bended arm supported on his hip. The victory-runes are the same, apparently, as those referred to in Sigrdrífumól, stanza 7.
24 Óthin, who has been aiding the enemy and is now collecting the dead warriors for Valholl. He rides the eight-footed steed Sleipnir. Cf. Grímnismól, stanza 44.
25 Old Norse Hleithrar, the capital of the Danish kingdom in prehistoric times.
26 Hialti.

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jeudi 9 mars 2017

Counterfeit Culture

Counterfeit Culture
The 25th Precept states, "A people without a culture exclusively their own will perish." Let us look at what has been done to our culture. Perhaps as much as anything else, Aryans, when free to pursue their own path, look for simplification and order. An easy example would be alphabets. The Oriental peoples formed written languages using thousands of symbols, all of which needed to be memorized and scribed with incredible precision. The Negroids remained incapable of producing any kind of written language. The Aryans, however, developed a system of phonetics in which five vowels and twenty-one consonants represented all the necessary linguistic sounds of our verbal _expression.

Simplification and order allowed the likes of Shakespeare and Kipling to leave their genius behind. Our languages are at the root of our culture, but only one of the many facets.

Many years ago, while in the real estate business, I noticed the difference in the order of Aryans and the chaos of the sons of Muspell, who now rule over all the once-White nations. I noticed that in subdivisions laid out 80-100 years ago, having names like Jones, MacIntosh or Wilson, the streets and avenues ran east-west and north-south. Blocks were either square or rectangular. Usually streets and avenues were numbered consecutively or were alphabetical. For example, in Denver, east of Colorado Blvd., the avenues are numbered 1st, 2nd, 3rd, etc. Then the streets are named Albion, Ash, Bellaire, Birch, Clairemont, Cherry, Dexter, Dahlia, two a's, two b's, etc, with every second street named after a tree. A stranger coming to Denver could be directed to any address without fail. But then about 1950 subdivisions began to be named Pearlman, Goldman, Silverman, or have corporate names. Streets meandered about in a terrible mish-mash, among which even local police and fire departments got lost. It was an attack on Aryan culture. Always the sons of Muspell bring chaos to the order of Aryan lands.

Art is another example. In George Lincoln Rockwell's famous Brown University speech, he did a masterful job of lampooning Picasso and others of the "chosen ilk" with their so-called modern art. In reality it is the splashing of paint on a canvas by those without the talent or wish to create life-like portraits.

That our folk fall for such deception reminds me ever-so-much of the fable about the Emperor's new clothes. The whole kingdom, except for one innocent, honest child, pretended that the naked Emperor was dressed in magnificent finery. The herd forever desires to be politically correct and the masses are indeed asses. When we had a culture of our own, a person studied everything from anatomy to geometry for years before daring to call himself an artist. But so-called modern art provides instant gratification, and with proper connections or propaganda it is even rewarded with wealth and fame.

"The 'refined,' the 'rich,' the professional 'do-nothing,' the distiller of quintessence' desire only the peculiar and sensational, the eccentric, the scandalous in today's art. And I, myself, since the advent of cubism have fed these fellows what they wanted and satisfied these critics with all the ridiculous ideas that have passed through my head. The less they understood, the more they admired me! ...Today, as you know, I am celebrated, I am rich. But when I am alone, I do not have the effrontery to consider myself an artist at all, not in the grand meaning of the word. ...I am only a public clown, a mountebank. I have understood my time and exploited THE IMBECILITY, THE VANITY, THE GREED of my contemporaries. It is a bitter confession, this confession of mine, more painful than it may seem. But, at least, and at last, it does have the merit of being honest."
--- Pablo Picasso

Then there is dance. Again, when we had our own nations, our dance was stately and orderly. The Virginia reel, waltz and square dance are examples. Dancing was a kind of refined courtship. The Negroidal frenzy dancing of this age is simulated copulation, not courtship. This simulated copulation is usually accompanied by some cacophony, wrongfully called music, which invariably is played at a decibel level designed to attract the attention of aliens on some distant planet. The thumping of synthesized instrumentation drowns out any vocal lyrics, which indeed have no redeeming value anyway.

As recently as forty years ago, we had Doris Day and Patty Page. Compare their voices to the annoying screeches of Barbara Streisand and hear just how far we have fallen. In the forty plus years of rock'n'roll one would be put to task to think of five singers with the vocal talent of a Roy Orbison. Even so-called country music has been corrupted, which is self-evident when comparing Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn or Hank Sr. to today's performers.

How I wish young White people would or could, hear or see productions by Tchaikovsky, Wagner, Strauss, Beethoven, Rossini, Verdi and the other great Aryan composers. The 1812 Overture, the William Tell Overture and the Tannhauser Overture are Aryan culture at their finest. And 99% of today's youth haven't a clue. It is not their fault and it is oh-so-sad. But the alien destroyer knows that the further a generation is removed from its own culture, the less it cares about the preservation of the race from which it sprang.

Consider sports. In the first place, modern sports are just a reincarnation of the bread and circuses of dying Rome. As the Aryan-Nordic Romans mixed themselves out of existence with slaves and foreigners, the masses debated the talents of gladiators. Nowadays our youth idolize Negro athletes, virtually all of whom have harems of our last White women. Integrated sports are a perversion of the territorial instinct given to each race and species to ensure the preservation of their own kind. But now call a Negro "Denver Bronco" or "Dallas Cowboy" and he becomes more important than the survival of our own race. And of course, spectator sports are always a danger, at least when carried too far. Sports should be used to keep one's own body fit, not to entertain a couch potato.

We can see another indication of cultural decay in the behavior of athletes. In Aryan societies a man is taught to walk quietly and carry a big stick. Quiet acceptance of what fate declared was considered a sign of strength and maturity. A few years back a couple of Swedish tennis players named Borg and Edberg typified this behavior. Then came McInroe and Conner with temper tantrums and childish acts. And degenerate Americans loved this Semitic-Negroidal behavior. How far we have fallen.

When I was a youngster in high school, and a player scored a touchdown for the football team, he walked over to the referee and handed him the ball with quiet dignity. Now there is a primitive ritual of obscene, sexual gyrations as a victory dance.

Negative changes can be observed even in the new manner of conversation. In a Nordic country we demand personal space, and conversation is always from a distance of at least an arm's length. I first noticed the change in prison, as even White men try to stand with their heads inches from mine for conversation. I would back up and they would step forward. It is alien to our organic culture.

Also, in times past we were taught from childhood that unnecessary conversation was boorish and uncultured. The fact is, 99% of all human conversation today is inane, repetitious, pointless and boring. Additionally, no man can think while his tongue is wagging or someone else's gums are flapping in his ear. The more primitive the race, the individual or the culture, the louder it tends to be. The more advanced the race, an individual or a culture, the quieter it tends to be.

Just fifty years ago we were taught to think before every sentence uttered, and then to be precise. This business of "it's like...." "ummmm," "see what I'm sayin'," "it's like, you know...." "like, know what I mean, uh....." is total cultural decadence.

Priorities and perceptions are other casualties of non-Aryan culture. Today our couch potato TV addicts buy remote control TV channel changers so they can lay on their lazy, fat rears so they can be spectators of decadence on the electric toilet. Then, one day they see how fat and unattractive they are, so they spend hundreds of dollars on a gym membership to work the fat off. And of course, all it takes is the self-discipline to stop stuffing their faces with junk food. But then, self-discipline is essential to high culture.

On the subject of war, a decadent society without true culture becomes cruel. War is indeed hell, and killing one's enemies is part of Nature's decree. But, as a rule it is not customary that Aryans torture captives, nor should they needlessly kill the women and children. Dresden, Hamburg, Waco and Eisenhower's murder of a million POW's after the end of World War II demonstrate how far we have fallen.

Once upon a time, a "hero" was someone who stood till the end against all odds. Now America's "heroes" push a button and send a missile from hundreds of miles away to blow up helpless people, soldiers and civilians alike, and then give themselves medals.

We could go on and on with discussions of drugs, booze, divorce, abortion, but it is not necessary. In a decadent culture we accept whatever we see without question. Forty-five years ago I noticed that in nearly every movie, TV program, magazine or billboard advertisement and on and on, the male was dark-haired and darker skinned than the fair White woman. The idea of "dark is handsome" was promoted and still is without end. It was far, far too pervasive to be accident. Those in control of every aspect of life in the once-White nations were self-evidently programming our women for race treason, step by step.

The wondrous thing is that few notice until it is pointed out to them; even then no one seems to care. That is cultural pollution so powerful that it overrides even the Nature-given instinct for the preservation of one's own race. Religion is, also, an aspect of culture. Everyone knows that from the Pope to Billy Graham, the dominant religious leaders now promote breaking down all barriers to interracial marriage. We have no choice but to separate ourselves from every aspect of modern, so-called culture and rebuild our own. It will be a monumental task, but it is essential to our struggle. I attempt to demonstrate what our culture was and what it must become; others will fight the battle with migration and armed struggle. Each must serve to the best of his ability. Biological extinction is the inevitable consequence of cultural death. All must struggle with the fanaticism of desperation.

We must secure the existence of our People and a future for White children. Because the beauty of the White Aryan woman must not perish from the earth.

David Lane

mardi 7 mars 2017

Strategy

Strategy
It is probably long past time that the White resistance, such as it is, engaged in serious dialogue on methods to succeed in the preservation of our people, as well as cataloguing the endless crimes and plots against us. In order that such a dialogue not become immediately bogged down in fruitless debate over hopeless and self-defeating concepts, let us first enumerate the problems in total candor, no matter how brutal or seemingly hopeless our situation might seem. The path to victory does not permit continued self-deception or refusal to accept reality.

Once the totality of the problem we face is outlined, then let us consider some strategies with possibilities of success. Hopefully those with the best minds among our folk will use their creativity and determination to expand on these suggestions or form their own concepts. When necessary under these occupation governments, keep strategies under wraps. Only a fool shows all his cards to an opponent.

First, once and for all, let us dispose of arguments from the fantasy-world- people who think they can vote a nation for our people, or those who request such a nation, or those who believe their God will do it for them.

A look at the demographic pool from which voters could be drawn in the United States is illuminating. First of all, the government lies. Sixty years ago the population of America was approximately 150,000,000 with roughly 80% White. The other 20% were Jews, Indians, Negroes, Mexicans and Orientals. Since then, with the exception of the so-called "baby boom" of 1945-1955, Whites have been having on average three children per two couples, or 1.5 children per couple. Meanwhile, courtesy of tax money extorted from White folk, the coloreds have been reproducing at an astounding rate with huge broods of offspring. Then there is colored immigration.

As a result, a true census would show that Whites are at best 50% of the population. Remember that Jews, whose determination to exterminate the White race knows no bounds, are counted as White, that Whites mated to non-Whites are counted as White, that many Hispanics and Arabs are counted as White and millions of illegal aliens are not counted at all.

But that is not the worst. Because of these breeding patterns, we Whites are an old race. There are more colored children in one major U.S. city than White children in several western states combined. Probably at best, one quarter of the children of America are truly White. That is the future voting pool. If any of that selfish, cowardly generation of Whites who caused this problem think those coloreds are going to pay a large portion of their income to support the ponzi scheme called Social Security, they need psychiatric help. Even if the coloreds were not on welfare, and even if they could maintain a civilization, they are not going to support a bunch of degenerate, old, White scum.

What about a voting pool today if someone thinks it is possible to vote for White territories or states? First remove from the possible converts all who have someone in their family who has already mated with coloreds. The vast majority of White families have a sister, daughter, son, aunt, cousin, or whatever, mated to a non-White. They will usually support the interest of the mixed-race offspring over racial survival.

But, let us assume optimistically that 10% of the population has no family members who have mixed. From that 10% we must cull perhaps half who are under the thrall of Judeo-Christianity and its race-mixing fanatics, like the Pope, like Jerry Falwell, like Pat Robertson. At least 99.99% of all who call themselves Christian deny their own race with fanatical passion. This leaves a pool of perhaps 5% from which to draw recruits. But from that 5% we must cull virtually all so-called "educators," virtually all who are wealthy, government employees, federal agents, politicians, lawyers, bankers, most of the military, cowards, fence-sitters, the greedy, the ignoble, the druggies, the drunks, the media whores, social workers, virtually all who draw checks from the government and all levels of police. Now you see why it is so hard to recruit large numbers into our alleged movement. As always, forever and always, revolutions come from the totally disenfranchised. In this age the disenfranchised are almost exclusively young, White males.

Hopefully these words will pound some sense into the reality deniers, the constitutionalists and the ballot box bozos.

Then there are debaters who think they can reason with the almighty zog. Some have heard this before, but it bears repeating. We deal with the government that has travelled from Dixie to Cuba, to Mexico, to Panama, to Italy and Germany twice, to Korea, to Vietnam, to Iraq, to Waco, Ruby Ridge and Whidby Island. The dead in the wars, occupations and assassinations tha America has instigated, financed and participated in number far exceeding 100,000,000. The maimed number twice that, and the traumatized twice again. You cannot reason with a mad dog or with pure, unadulterated evil.

On the Great Seal of the United States printed on the back of a dollar bill, the thirteen stars representing the colonies form the Star of David. Nothing in politics happens by accident. The red, white and blue travelling mass murder machine was planned long ago. The words of politicians of 1776 or 1998 are equally deceptive manure. Only actions and results evidence intent.

There are many who are waiting for God to save them. Did any God save the Aryan race in India, in Persia, in Carthage, in Egypt or anywhere else in all history? In what condition was our race, vis a vis survival, 2,000 year' ago compared to now? In the name of what God have more Aryans been tortured, murdered and oppressed than any other in all history? Did Christianity stop the 2nd World War or forced bussing or the present murder of our race? Will our race survive if our folk "escape" into a religion "not of this world" to await an afterlife? Or is this denial of reality the path to slavery and extinction?

Certainly there are many more obstacles that we could relate, not the least of which is a generation of our folk who have never heard a word of truth in their lives, who are totally controlled by religious and political propaganda, and who have no sense of heritage, culture or race. The stated monumental mountain of obstacles should convince all but the most determined reality deniers that there are no easy answers.

From the facts alone one might be forgiven for concluding that there is no hope. But, that is not the case. However, we must consider our resources when formulating a plan. And we must fight smart, that is, cunning. Much of the literature disseminated within the "movement" over the last few decades calls for courage and heroism. That is fine if combined with wisdom and cunning. Unfortunately, our "leaders" have been prone to sending young, idealistic men off to be cannon fodder. A wise man does not paint a target (swastika) on his chest and dare the government to react.

Custer and the 7th Cavalry were brave, also, defeated and dead. Leonidas and the Spartans were brave, also, defeated and dead. Millions of heroes of the Third Reich were brave, also, defeated and dead. All the courage in the world is of absolutely no avail against Tomahawk missiles or monster bombs falling from the stratosphere. Wars are won before hostilities begin. Wars are won with superior resources, greater man power and above all, cunning. The Confederates of the Civil War and the soldiers of the Third Reich were among the bravest and most chivalrous warriors in history. But resources and ruthlessness made non-combatants (Jews) the winners in both wars. Politics are only another kind of war. So how do we, the seemingly hopeless underdogs, propose to win a war in which the enemy owns the world along with its resources, governments, media, money, courts, police, armies, communications, etc.

Louis Beam wrote about "The Revolutionary Majority." This war will be fought at first without the knowledge of the asses called the "masses." They have never known what really happens and perhaps never will. They wait for the winner to tell them what to do and what to think. The exact number of recruits to our cause needed to achieve victory is unknown, but our cause is not hopeless by any means!

Our most fertile recruiting grounds, first and foremost, are young, disenfranchised White males. From time immemorial those out of power have raised armies with promises of plunder and seizing of women. The most fundamental male instinct is for sexual union and our young men must know that the fruits of victory are women. There is a virtual epidemic of White women who date and mate with colored males; it is promoted incessantly by the zog media. Those women are for the victors, and our young men must fight to the death to get them.

Another fertile recruiting ground is among White women who already have children, especially disenfranchised sons. Unfortunately, many are brain-washed to deny the abuse done to their own children, but a higher percentage of women who might listen is found here.

There are, also, those very few who are motivated by some power or idea bigger than self-interest. Whether they are sent by the Gods or stirred by some genetic memory, they are treasures we must cherish and follow. Bob Mathews and George Lincoln Rockwell were such men.

Regardless what motivates recruits to join our ranks, they must devise a strategy for themselves, the cause and their families or friends. Resistance in an occupied country must be rigidly divided between the military arm and the non-military arm. Because of the nature of governmental persecution in this land of "free speech," we cannot discuss details of military actions necessary to silence our enemies or destroy the system. However, if you are not exceptionally capable, mature, dedicated, ruthless and able to be a chameleon, the military arm is not for you. And remember, when two know a secret, it is not a secret.

For many, especially those with families, the non-military arm is the way to go. Do not feel that this is less honorable. Recruiting, bearing children, rearing them properly and other functions are vital to the resistance. Both the military and non-military branches of the resistance are absolutely necessary.

The old soldier of the movement from England, Colin Jordan, coined the term "proximity communities." Recognizing that families need the reinforcement of others who share the cause, he recommends that those who must remain in or near cities in order to find jobs should move to neighborhoods close to each other. Often in order to keep jobs, the folk must be chameleons at work, but can then be themselves with friends. Children especially need to be with peers who are racially educated.

Money is almost always the biggest problem. Thousands of our folk have tried migrating to the Pacific Northwest, especially Idaho, over the last 20 years. Most of them had to return whence they came because they could not make a living. Our best minds need to work on this problem perhaps more than any other. By nature Aryans want to produce something of value and trade it for other items needed for living. But we cannot compete with prison slave labor and Asian slave labor that pays $20 an hour. In order for our young men to attract and keep women, it takes substantial cash and other assets bought only with money. A few of our men with highly technical skills might command a substantial salary, but their "political incorrectness" would have to be carefully hidden in order to remain employed, probably hidden even from family, which is self-defeating for the cause. Plundering the enemy is, of course, an alternative, but very risky considering the expertise of today's police state.

Barter is something to be considered in some cases, but the potential for wealth sufficient to attract and keep women is small. It is difficult to compete with stockbrokers, colored athletes, lawyers, millionaire Jews and the system's other favorites in the money game. It is totally fixed.

Technically speaking, of course, no matter what we do to make a living, we will be breaking either de facto or de jure law. We are outlaws simply by virtue of political incorrectness. While racial loyalty is reality for Jews, Negroes, etc., it is illegal for Aryans. If we form a business we are required to employ a mandated ratio of homosexuals, of coloreds or whatever group is favored, and that we must not do. Unending regulations, taxes, inspections and harassment await the politically incorrect. The question then arises, "What level of outlaw does each racialist choose to be?" Penalties for some "crimes," such as repeating or spreading the 14 words, may be loss of jobs and character assassination. "Crimes," such as resistance to the tax collection thugs or even self-defense (if the assailant is colored) result in severe penalties, including enhanced sentences for "hate crimes."

For those willing to be chameleons, there are junior colleges and trade schools at which our youth can learn something technical that will allow thrifty families to eke out an acceptable, although not gaudy, lifestyle.

We should never feel reluctant to take advantage of government paid programs to enhance income or education. Some have called it "bleeding the beast." Remember that it is money stolen primarily from White taxpayers that funds these programs, so it is ours from the beginning. But beware to not become so dependent as to compromise your commitment to the 14 words. Use it to breed and rear White children or it will be used to breed even more colored children.

A positive step would be moving several or several dozen families into a sparsely populated county and taking over the local political system. Control of the local taxing system, as well as a sheriff tapped into the national crime computer system, would be valuable beyond words.

In a final analysis, there are perhaps two basic principles upon which the survival of our kind rests. One is the most basic male instinct, the sex drive, which must be guided toward building families for breeding, supporting and rearing of children. The second is the necessity for food, clothing, shelter and money, the materials needs of life. Armies, political movements, religious movements and families all run on money. It is an unfortunate, but basic fact of life, and it is one we have most ignored and least understood.

In the eyes of the system we are already criminals, simply because we resist genocide. In truth, the criminal system which rules over us is fueled by money. Let us not abandon the life line of all movements simply because the pursuit of money is the joy of Judah. Sometimes war is action other than guns or swords. In World War II Aryans killed Aryans, and Jews with money conquered the world. Materialism in the heart is not Aryan, but money is the gasoline for the engines of war. Dirty hands and a pure heart are not mutually exclusive. Victory goes to the cunning first, then to the brave.

David Lane

lundi 6 mars 2017

Járnsaxa

Járnsaxa (« celle qui a une épée de fer ») est une géante.
Dans la Völuspá hin skamma (Hyndluljóð, str. 37), Járnsaxa est l'une des neuf mères de Heimdallr1.
D'autre part, dans les Skáldskaparmál (ch. 17), Járnsaxa est présentée comme la mère de Magni, fils de Þórr2. En conséquence, une kenning décrit Sif, épouse de Þórr, comme la « rivale de Járnsaxa » (« elja Járnsöxu ») (Skáldskaparmál, ch. 21).
Le nom Járnsaxa figure aussi dans une þula de géantes et dans deux kenningar, où il est également employé comme nom de géante (dans le poème composé par Þjóðólfr Arnórsson pour Haraldr harðráði et dans un fragment de poème d'Einar Skúlason).


1 Heimdallr n'est pas nommé dans ce passage, mais il y est question d'un dieu né de de neuf géantes. Or, laGylfaginning (ch. 27) et le Heimdallargaldr présentent Heimdallr comme le fils de neuf mères.
2 Dans ce récit, Járnsaxa est également une géante, puisqu'Óðinn reproche à Þórr de faire don du cheval Gullfaxi au fils d'une géante plutôt qu'à son propre père.

lundi 27 février 2017

Stanza 44 - The Poetic Edda: Grímnismál

44. Yggdrasill’s Ash
is the most excellent of trees,
and Skíðbladnir of ships
Óðinn of Æsir
and Sleipnir of steeds,
Bilröst of bridges
and Bragi of poets,
Hábrók of hawks
and of hounds Garmr.


http://www.germanicmythology.com/PoeticEdda/GRM44.html

lundi 20 février 2017

The 14 Words Decoded

David Lane is most famous for a statement called the 14 Words. They are: "We Must Secure The Existence Of Our PEOPLE And A Future For White Children." These words have become the sacred battle cry of the remaining White People who resist the deliberate genocide being perpetrated against our kind. There has been a major problem within the Racialist movement of individuals altering David's(Wodensson's) sacred words. David and I have spoken at length on this subject and to say it angered him a little would be an understatement. They have been replacing the word "PEOPLE" with the word "race." Some do not realize the grave error they make by doing this. I'm sure for the most part it is not done deliberately but those "chosenites" who are well schooled in Kabbalistic numerology that started it know exactly why they did this.

David's 14 Words were composed as a numerical formula. Doubt this? To get an introduction into the significance of numerological coding read "The Mystery Religions and The 7 Seals."

In standard English Gematria every letter represents a number. Let A=1, B=2, C 3 and so forth.

Take David Lane's 14 Words and replace every letter with its numerical equivalent. The total will be 741.

Next take David Lane's second set of 14 Words, "BECAUSE The Beauty Of The White Aryan Woman Must Not Perish From The Earth", and again replace every letter with its numerical equivalent. The total will also be 741.

Both sets of 14 Words in their ORIGINAL state total 741, have 61 letters and 20 syllables. 741 + 741 = 1482. 1482 is the total of the 12 divisibles of the number 666 and also the number of words in Chapter 7 of the First book of Kings in the King James Bible. This chapter talks of the completion of SOL-OM-ON's Temple. Sol is Latin for the Sun, Om is Hindi for the Sun, and On is Egyptian for the Sun. 666 is the total of the 36 numbers which comprise the Sun Square when they are added together.

What little has been shown above should show without doubt that there is a deliberate numeric code that comprises both sets of David Lane's 14 Words. Nothing shall be added or subtracted from these sacred words which were given to us by the prophet of our People's Allfather. The 14 Words are a divine command from our Tribal God and David Lane was his prophet and messenger. By altering them one is violating W.O.T.A.N.'s divine command.



Baldursson

"We Must Secure The Existence Of Our People And A Future For White Children."

mardi 14 février 2017

Choisissable Malheur

Choisissable Malheur
Les "Choisissants" du Malheur

J’ai contemplé le tisse-vent
Sa tourbillonnante roue
Qui la nuit est le vrai soleil
Elle est l’hâtive
La compte-année
Le matin j’ai contemplé l’éclat éternel
La belle roue
Les fils des Ases
Au-dessus des radeaux du vent
Des espoirs d’ondées
L’hurlant a soufflé
Le beau temps est revenu
À l'incantation... donné...

Tous ceux qui se plaignent…

J’ai vu le chariot dans le ciel
Le maître en tromperie les observer
De son trône Hlidskjalf
Ceux qui se plaignent de toute la vérité
Par tromperie, leur faire intégrer
Comme une goutte de miel
Sur un remède puissant
La vérité…

Les Einherjar dans le pavillon du Valhalla
S’abreuvent de l’hydromel de la chèvre nommée mystère blanc
Elle broute les jeunes pousses
De l’arbre nommé Celui qui conseil le malheur

Comment pouvons-nous s’abreuver de plus de lumière?
De plus d’hydromel?
Il faut de plus grands récipients
Les récipients se construisent en choisissant le chemin le plus difficile
Le plus désagréable chemin
L’Einherjar choisit volontairement le malheur
Il prend le chemin du héro
Et une fois dans le pavillon de la Valhall
S’abreuver des plus grandes cuves d’hydromel
C’est le chemin vertical

"Nos sages enseignent que Wotan
Lui-même est à l’origine des maux injustes qui nous affligent
Il  est aussi enseigner qu’il le fait exprès"

Le malheur chez nous se nomme la Chasse Sauvage
Le Porteur du Malheur
Celui qui œuvre au mal
Chevauchant la gouttante salle
Ils parcourent le corps céleste
À la recherche d’Einherjar

Que l’ennemi soit interne ou externe
Le moment est là

Joignez-vous à la Chasse Sauvage!



Vénus

Texte largement inspiré par un Kensla en particulier et le texte de la Chasse Sauvage de Sir Shumule. (En espérant qu'il ne m'en tienne pas trop rigueur. Il sera peut-être un jour en chanson.)

jeudi 26 janvier 2017

La Bataille de Leitir Ruibhe

La Bataille de Leitir Ruibhe

Cath Leitreach Ruibhe Andso
Ms. C.1.2 RIA

Trad. Margaret C. Dobs


Cinq manuscrits nous ont conservé le récit du Cath Leitreach Ruibhe "Bataille de Leitir Ruibhe". Trois sont à Dublin, dans la Royal Irish Academy:
C. 1. 2., f° 19 b (Stowe Collection), sur parchemin ;
23. K. 37, p. 190-193, sur papier;
E. 4. 3, sur papier.
Un est à Londres, au British Museum, Egerton 106 f° 50 v°, et le dernier à Édimbourg "Advocates' Library V f° r b (Kilbride Collection, n° 1), sur parchemin.
Le manuscrit C. 1. 2 de la R.I.A. est de petit format; il contient encore d'autres morceaux inédits, notamment le Cath Aonaigh Macha. Je n'y ai trouvé aucune indication de date ou de nom de copiste; mais il parait remonter au XVè siècle. Le manuscrit d'Édimbourg est probablement plus ancien (v. Don. Mackinnon, Catalogue, p. 79); mais le texte du Cath Leitreach Ruibhe y est incomplet; il y manque les premiers paragraphes, jusqu'aux mots. "le neath dib comnam", etc. En outre, une partie du §8 est illisible. Pour le reste, les deux textes sont semblables, à cette différence près que la langue du manuscrit d'Édimbourg est plus archaïque que celle de C. 1. 2.
Les trois autres manuscrits sont du XVIIIè siècle; ils contiennent du récit une copie incomplète, qui est presque identique.
J'ai pris comme base de mon édition le texte de C. 1. 2, comme étant le plus complet et comme présentant la forme la plus ancienne du récit.


1. Un roi suprême s'empara du pouvoir sur l'Irlande: c'était Fachtna Fathach. Car c'est à la race d'Ir et (à celle) d'Eimir et (à celle) de Laegaire Lorc qu'appartint la suprématie en Irlande depuis le temps de Conall Collamrach jusqu'au temps d'Eochaid Feidlech. Eochaid Feidlech fit assembler une immense armée et les rois provinciaux furent mis à mort par lui. C'était juste à ce moment que Fachtna Fathach faisait une tournée royale chez les Ulates. Eochaid Feidlech prit des otages à Tara derrière lui. On apprit cette nouvelle à Emain. Feargus fils de Roth était demi-roi des Ulates et Leide, fils de Feargus fils de Leide, régnait sur la moitié septentrionale de l'Ulster. Findtan fils de Niall Niamglonnach fils de Rudraige régnait sur Dun Da-beann et Conall sur Caille Conaill et Subaltach sur Murthemne et les fils de Donn fils de Durrthacht fils de Failbe sur les forêts de Farney.
2. Eochaid se trouvait alors dans la province de Genand [le Connaught] et le roi d'Irlande à Emain au nord. Le renseignement parvint au roi d'Irlande. C'est alors que Fachtna Fathach dit aux Ulates de convoquer une assemblée. Voici ses paroles: "Les hommes d'Irlande vous ont accordé protection d'un meurtre de parents - et la race de Cobhtach Caol Bregh s'est soulevée - et voilà la fin de la suprématie des fils d'Ir." "Ah, grand roi," dirent les fils de Rudraige, "c'est à nous qu'appartient le premier rang pour la valeur guerrière parmi les Gaels et pour le combat parmi les fils de Mile, ainsi qu'on l'a estimé de nos aïeux. Soyons braves et défendons l'Irlande et attaquons la province de Genand."
3. Le roi d'Irlande et les Ulates levèrent une immense armée; sept bataillons d'égale force de vrais Ulates et trois bataillons d'étrangers et mille gardes des gens du roi. Ils marchèrent par le palais magique d'Emain et par Druim Raitni (où est tombé Raitin, roi de Magh Bolg, quand il vint pour brûler Emain. Il est tombé là de la main d'Eogan fils de Donn fils de Durrthacht), et par Rath Neachtain, et par le fleuve de Sen-Eochaid qu'on appelle Daball (où est tombé Eochaid Eolcobar fils de Feagar fils de Fomar fils de Airgeadmar), et par Dul na Carbat qu'on appelle la plaine de Leamna, et par la colline de Breas qu'on appelle la colline de Baine (où est tombé Breas fils de Fathemon fils de Reochada fils de Breasail fils de Cirb fils de Cais fils de Airgeadmar), et par la montagne Noire qu'on appelle le mont Truim (où est tombé Dub fils de Horsa fils de Eidhisd fils de Buidb fils de Eileisd fils du roi de Scandinavie qui vint pour conquérir l'Irlande). Ils prirent ensuite à main gauche vers le lac de Laegaire (où s'est noyé Laegaire fils de Laegaire fils de Conang Buidhe. Il était allé se baigner avec cinquante garçons, et un monstre agita le lac de façon qu'ils se noyèrent). Ils vinrent enfin camper et s'établir sur le terrain de Dun Laegaire.
4. Les Ulates vinrent à la tente du roi d'Irlande pour y tenir conseil. Il y avait là Feargus fils de Ros fils de Rudraige etc., et Leide fils d'Ir fils de Rudraige, et Uislend fils de Congal Claringnech fils de Rudraige, et Cathbad le druide fils de Congal Claringnech etc., et Findtan fils de Niall Niamglonnach, et Aengus fils de Feargus etc., et Laegaire Buadach fils de Conang Buidhe etc., et Irgalach fils de Maclach, et Monach et Buan et Fear Corb, les trois fils de Cing fils de Ros etc. (de ceux-ci dérivent les Monach Aradh et les Dal Buan. De ces derniers dérive Baile Bindberlach, fils de Buan, de qui dérive la "plage de Baile mac Buain") et Fear Cing et Fear Tlachtca, les deux fils de Roch et de Ros fils de Rudraige, et Conall Cernach fils d'Aimergen Iarguinnach fils de Cas, etc. (Certains disent que la famille de Durrthacht descend des fils de Congal Claringneth fils de Rudraige et il est clair que c'est la vérité, comme l'a dit Cathbad dans le quatrain :
"Des fils de Congal - dure leur condition ! -
sont issus Cathbad et les fils de Durrthacht,
et les fils d'Uislend avec eux,
et les vrais Ulates d'Emain."

Il est clair que cela est un mensonge, puisque Uislend et Donn fils de Durrthacht, et les fils d'Aengus fils de Rudraige avaient la même mère, comme il est dit dans le quatrain:
"Des fils d'Aengus pleins de loyauté
sont issus les fils de Durrthacht le batailleur.
Ils étaient là - belle leur renommée -
régnant sur les forêts de Farney.")

Étaient venus là aussi Dumhannach fils d'Imchad etc., et Daire et Furbaide et Feargus Foltsnaitheach les trois fils d'Imros fils de Laitim etc. Ils prirent conseil ensemble pour décider de quel côte ils feraient ravager et saccager la province de Genand.
5. Cathbad le druide leur dit : "Je vois un nuage formant un voile au-dessus de vous," dit-il. "Qu'on envoie des ambassadeurs chez Eochaid et qu'on lui offre son choix d'un partage de l'Irlande: qu'il règne sur la province de Genand et que la suprématie en Irlande soit à toi." "Oh ! Cathbad!" dirent les Ulates. "Je donne ma parole," dit Fachtna Fathach, "que ce que nos aïeux n'ont pas donné, je ne le donnerai jamais. Je n'admets aucun partage de l'Irlande avec d'autres que nous-mêmes. Ainsi, lorsque Cermna et Sobairche ont fait un partage, c'est entre eux-mêmes qu'ils ont partagé. Lorsque Aed Ruadh et Dithorba et Cimbaeth ont fait un partage, c'est entre eux-mêmes qu'ils ont partagé. Ce serait injustice envers nous-mêmes ce partage désormais que le partage ***." "Ce serait dommage, ô grand roi", dirent les Ulates, "car, quand bien même le monde entier se ruerait sur toi, c'est nous qui te protègerions. Cet homme à tué les rois provinciaux et aucun d'eux n'a voulu l'assister sauf les proscrits qui l'accompagnent."
6. Les Ulates se levèrent et quittèrent leur camp. Ils arrivèrent aux fleuves du Sen-Erne en traversant la plaine d'Ithe (où mourut Ithe serviteur de Parthalon). Ils ravagèrent, attaquèrent, dévastèrent, brûlèrent depuis la Cascade-de Ruadh fils de Badurn jusqu'à Ceis Corainn. Puis ils firent arrêt et prirent repos à Druim na nDruagh. Le roi d'Irlande demanda : "Avez-vous entendu dire si Eochaid est venu de la province de Genand?""Il est venu," dit Cathbad le druide. "Il à livré bataille à. midi et Airtidh Uchtleathan à été tué par lui." "Envoyons. des messagers," dit le roi d'Irlande, "pour lui dire qu'il quitte l'Irlande ou qu'il me livre bataille." "Cela est juste," dit chacun, "mais qui donc ira lui faire cette requête?" dirent-ils. "Ce sont Dub, Dondgus et Diangus qui iront>," dirent-ils (à savoir, les trois druides de Duibtrian en Ulster, les trois fils de Dub fils d'Imros etc.). On les envoya conférer avec le roi d'Irlande. Il leur dit : "En que endroit se trouve Eochaid ?" "A Leitir Saileach au-dessus de Cruachan," répondirent-ils. "Levez-vous et allez lui parler," dit le roi; "et dites-lui de me céder l'Irlande. Allez aussi à la tente de Ros Ruiadh, fils du roi de Leinster et dites-lui en présence de ses hommes de se souvenir de sa yendetta avec Eochaid." (C'est-à-dire que Laegaire Lorc et Ailill Aine ont été tués par Cobhtach Cael Breagh, et Labraid par Melge Molbtach, et Feargus Fortamtail par Aengus Turmeach, et que Senna Innarach à été pendu par Simon Breac, et que Duach fils de Senna à été tueé par Muireadhach Balgrach, et Art fils de Lugaid Lamderg par Fiacha fils de Muireadhach.)
7. Alors les druides se rendirent à l'endroit où se trouvait Eochaid, à Leitir Sailcach au-dessus de Cruachan. On fit annoncer que les ambassadeurs du roi d'Irlande étaient sur la place. On les conduisit à la tente d'Eochaid. On leur demanda ce qu'ils voulaient. Ils présentèrent leur requête : qu'Eochaid quittât l'Irlande ou qu'il livrât bataille au roi et aux Ulates. Eochaid dit : "Je livrerai bataille." On demanda aux druides quel champ était le champ préféré du roi d'Irlande. « Celui de Leitir Ruibhe dans le Corann," dirent les druides. (C'était l'endroit où était mort Ruidhe fils d'Imchad etc., fils de Tuamathen fils de l'homme des deux pics ; c'est-à-dire le Pic d'Oigle et le Pic de Boirche, parce que le royaume d'Irlande était entre eux.) "Quand vous serait-il agréable de livrer bataille ?" dirent les druides. "Dans trois jours à partir d'aujourd'hui," dit Eochaid; "toute mon armée sera là et dites au roi que la race de Cobhtach Cael Breagh s'est soulevée de nouveau." Les druides revinrent et firent leur rapport au roi.
8. Quant à Eochaid Feidlech, il se leva au milieu de son camp et il donna l'ordre à ses bataillons de se lever aussi. Ce qu'ils .firent pour s'avancer sans obstacle et sans halte jusqu'à ce qu'ils vinrent camper et s'établir sur le côté de Leitir Ruibhe. C'est alors que cette phrase se fit entendre dans la tente -du roi d'Irlande: "Où trouverais-je des éclaireurs pour aller à l'endroit où sont les fils du fils de Rogen Ruadh afin de découvrir l'effectif de leur armée ?" "Nous nous irons." dirent Ros; Daire et Imchad, (les trois fils de Dolb fils d'Indolb etc., trois grands héros des marches d'Eas Ruadh. Leurs homonymes se trouvaient dans la Branche-Rouge à laquelle appartenait le Taureau ,Brun de Cooley, et ceux-ci descendaient des Fir Bolg). Ils s avancèrent jusqu'aux limites du camp en tournant le côté gauche de leurs boucliers vers l'armée. Juste à ce moment s'y tenait un conseil privé entre Eochaid et les chefs de sa suite; c'est-à-dire Ailill, Eochaid et Conall les fils d'Eochaid Feidlech, et Lugaid fils de Maghlam etc. et les héros du Leinster, (car c'est Rudraige qui avait tué Crimthand Cosgrach en compagnie des proscrits d'Irlande), et Eochaid [fils d']Innadhmar fils de Nia Segamuin (parce que Breasal Bodibaidh avait tué Innadhmar) et Lugaid fils de Luagne Luamne (parce que Congal Clairingnech avait tué Lugaid) et Crimthand le beau, fils de Lugaid Luagne.
9. Eochaid dit : "C'est pour chercher querelle et combat que sont venus ceux-là." "C'est vrai," dirent tous ; "où sont nos camarades Eochaid et Aedh et Eolarg ?" c'est-à-dire les trois fils d'Eochaid fils d'Urgalach etc. fils de Taidean (de qui descendent les Tuatha Taitin) fils d'Eochaid etc. De ces trois là descendent les Mairtine, les Sen-Erna et les Tuatha Taiten. C'est-à-dire que les Mairtine descendent d'Eochaid et les Sen-Erna d'Aedh et les Tuatha Taiten d'Eolarg. C'est alors qu'ils se levèrent, leurs fers de lance à la main, leurs boucliers bruns sur le dos, et qu'ils s'avancèrent ainsi jusqu'à l'endroit où se trouvaient les trois autres. Ils livrèrent un combat féroce et terrible .et ces trois bons guerriers du Connaught tombèrent là où sont leurs trois tombeaux ; c'est- à-dire le tertre d'Eochaid, le tetre d'Aedh et le tertre d'Eolarg dans le Corann. A cette nouvelle Eochaid demeura interdit et le moral des Ulates en fut accru. Cette nuit-là ils se retirèrent ainsi.
10. Les Ulates et les Irlandais se levèrent le lendemain et s'avancèrent à la rencontre des autres. Eochaid déclara qu'il ne livrerait la bataille que lorsque les Domnannaig seraient venus. (C'étaient eux qui l'avaient élevé.) Les Ulates dirent qu'ils attaqueraient le camp d'Eochaid et qu'ils ne lui accorderaient aucune trêve. Quand Eochaid apprit cela, il en fut troublé et attristé. Alors on fit dresser les enseignes du roi d'Irlande et du roi suprême des Ulates pour attaquer Eochaid, et Eochaid se leva et rangea son armée en bataille. Il donna des commandements en second à Eochaid Aiream fils de Find fils de Rogen Ruadh, et à Ailill, Eochaid et Conall Anglondach, les fils d'Eochaid Feidlech, et aux Domnannaigh, aux fils d'Uabhmor, et aux Tuatha Taidean, et à Corc Cuirn de Meadha Siuil etc.
11. Chacun attaqua son adversaire sur le côté de Leitir Ruibhe et une grande clameur s'éleva. Fachtna Fathach passait parmi les bataillons jusqu'à ce qu'il rencontrât Ailill fils d'Eochaid Feidlech dans le combat. Ailill tomba là comme il est dit:
"Lathairne le furieux et Conaing
tombèrent dans le combat,
et Ailill - grande sa renommée -
qui était le fils du fils de Find fils de Roguen."

Lorsqu'Eochaid vit cette chose atroce il attaqua l'armée des Ulates jusqu'à ce qu'il rencontrât Ros et Daire et Imchad (les trois fils de Dub fils d'Inndolb etc.) et tous trois tombèrent sous sa main. Il rencontra Fear Cinde et Fear Tlachtga, les deux fils de Ros etc. et, comme le courroux d'Eochaid bouillait à la mort de son fils comme le courroux d'un serpent venimeux ou la fureur d'un lion blessé, tous deux tombèrent sous sa main. Lorsque Conall et Eogan fils de Durrthacht et Findtan fils.de Niall Niamglonnach entendirent l'assaut des champions, ils se ruèrent pleins d'ardeur sur le bataillon des Lagéniens jusqu'à ce qu'ils rencontrèrent les trois fils du roi des Lagéniens; c'est-à-dire Lugaid et Laighlind et Laemach, et les trois princes lagéniens tombèrent à l'endroit où sont leurs trois tombeaux à Leitir Ruibhe. Feargus fils de Ros, et Leide (fils de Feargus fils de Leide), et Feargus fils de Leide arrivèrent au combat. Ils rencontrèrent Fiacha et Fiamain et Forai, trois rois de l'Ouest de la province de Genand (trois fils de Ruigh fils de. Daire Domnannach). Feargus fils de Ros se battit avec Fiacha et Leide avec Fiamain, et Feargus fils de Feargus avec Forai si bien que quatre d'entre eux tombèrent ensemble: à savoir Feargus (fils de Feargus demi-roi des Ulates), Forai, Leide et Fiamain. Fiacha tomba sous.la main de Feargus fils de Roch, et aussi Eochaid fils d'Eochaid Feidlech, et Lugaid Londmar aussi.
12. Quant à Eochaid Feidlech, lorsqu'il vit son fils mort et la bataille presque perdue, il marcha sur le bataillon du roi d'Irlande avec cent cinquante. guerriers très vaillants pour mettre à·l'épreuve leur force militaire. Ceux qui montaient la garde autour du roi d'Irlande étaient: Uisleand et Cathbad, et Aengus fils de Leide, et Daire et Furbaide et Feargus Foltsnaitheach (trois fils d'Imros etc.), et Subaltach fils de Roch,. et cent cinquante mercenaires qui formaient la garde du roi d'Irlande. Eochaid distribua toute sa force .pour attaquer le roi d'Irlande et chaque homme fit un assaut furieux sur les guerriers. Eochaid assaillit le roi suprême et l'enveloppa comme .le chèvrefeuille enveloppe l'arbre. Il lui porta un coup qui lui enleva la tête, ut poeta dixit:
"Fachtna Fathach - homme valeureux -
tomba de la main d'Eochaid - Ce fut un acte rude !
Sa tombe est à Leitir Ruibhe ;
son tumulus avec le rempart subsiste."

13. Alors les Ulates, voyant le roi d'Irlande abattu sommèrent Feargus de fermer leur retraite et Feargus la ferma. Alors Eochaid d'une voix tonnante ordonna de poursuivre les Ulates sans relâche. On dressa les enseignes d'Eochaid, du prince héritier d'Irlande, du roi provincial d'Irlande, derrière eux et on rattrapa les Ulates. Les premiers qui les rattrapèrent furent Lugaid fils de Luagne Luamne et Eochaid fils d'Innadhmar. Trois braves guerriers des Ulates se retournèrent, à savoir, Monach et Buan et Fear Corb (les trois fils de Cing etc.). Ils se battirent avec tant de fureur de frénésie d'héroïsme et de résistance qu'ils tombèrent corps à corps et côte à côte là où sont leurs trois tombeaux au côté nord du Corann. Les Irlandais firent halte là.
14. Les plus distingués des Ulates qui tombèrent à la bataille de Leitir Ruibhe sont : Fachtna Fathach roi d'Irlande; Leide fils de Feargus fils de Leide, demi-roi des Ulates; Feargus fils de Feargus, fils de Leide; Aengus fils de Leide; Daire, Furbaide, Feargus Foltsnaitheach les trois fils d'Imros; Ros Daire Imchad, les trois fils de Dolb etc. ; Fear Cinge et Fer Tlachtca les deux fils de Ros etc. Les plus distingués des partisans d'Eochaid Feidlech qui tombèrent sont: les deux fils du roi Eochaid: Ailill et Eochaid ; les trois fils du roi de Leinster : Lugaid, Laighlind et Lamach; les trois rois de l'Ouest de la province de Genand, Fiacha Fiamain et Forai; les trois fils de Ruighe etc., Eochaid, Aed et Eolarg, qui furent tués avant que la bataille devînt sanglante, et qui étaient les trois fils d'Eochaid fils d'Urgalach des Fir Bolg etc. C'est alors que s'élevèrent les Gamanrach, les Fir Craibe, les Dal Druithne, les Tuatha Taiten, les Garbraide du Suc, les Tuatha Catraide et les restes des Fir Bolg, les Lagéniens et la race de Cobhtach Caol Breag, et ils s'avancèrent jusqu'à Tara. Eochaid Feidlech fut couronné par eux et l'Irlande divisée en provinces.
15. Feargus fils de Ros régna sur les Ulates pendant sept années jusqu'à ce que fut élevé Conchobar. Feargus devint amoureux de la mère de Conchobar, Ness fille d'Eochaid Salbuide. Ness lui dit qu'elle ne l'épouserait qu'à la condition qu'il lui accorderait une demande, quelle qu'elle fût. Feargus promit de l'accorder et il l'accorda. "Voilà le don que je désire," dit-elle, "le trône d'Ulster pour Conchobar pendant une année entière." Feargus promit de l'accorder et il l'accorda. Conchobar régna une année sur les Ulates et son règne fut. vraiment prospère. Grands furent les produits de blé, de lait, de glands et des fruits. A la fin de l'année Feargus redemanda son trône. Les Ulates lui répondirent qu'ils ne donneraient pas leur royaume à un homme qui se servait d'eux comme d'un douaire, et que Conchobar était un meilleur roi que lui. Les Ulates firent couronner Conchobar. Celui-ci fit une guerre acharnée à Eochaid Feidlech jusqu'à ce que ce dernier lui cédât la compensation (eraic) de la mort de son père. Cette compensation comprit: le don du royaume des Ulates en dépit des fils de Rudraige, une grande portion de Meath. et quatre des filles du roi d'Irlande l'une après l'autre, à savoir Medb, Clothra, Ethne et Mumain etc.
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Sources : Margaret C. Dobs, Revue Celtique 39


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