Then Mimer saw the bear
Dear Denis,—Here is a story that I found in an old German
poem called the Nibelungenlied. The poem is full of strange
adventure, adventure of both tiny dwarf and stalwart mortal.
Some of these adventures will fill this little book, and
already I can see you sitting in the nursery as you read
The door is opened but you do not look up.
"Denis! Denis!" You
are called, but you do not hear, for you are not really
in the nursery any longer.
You have wandered away to Nibelheim, the home of the strange
little people of whom you are reading, and you have ears
only for the harsh voices of the tiny Nibelungs, eyes only
for their odd, wrinkled faces.
Siegfried is the merry hero of the Nibelungenlied. I wonder
will you think him as brave as French Roland or as
chivalrous as your English favourite, Guy of Warwick? Yet
even should you think the German hero brave and chivalrous
as these, I can hardly believe you will read and re-read
this little book as often as you read and re-read the
volumes which told about your French and English heroes.—Yours affectionately,