Waltharius the Wayfarer I am called among the Fyrd under Thidrek's command. It was a name my old friend Hagen had given me. This was before I became Eorl of Ydalir, of course. I was still a ward of Atli in those days, a lovesick youth with dreams of wealth and adventure. It cost me my left hand, my bride-to-be and my best friend. What became of Hagen, I do not know.

The journey from Ydalir to Burgundy, other than suffering a rainy winter, has been relatively uneventful. I have managed to hide my true identity from my fellow warriors, thegns and Thidrek himself. I keep to myself, an infantrymen, never far from Thidrek's side. I know he has begun to suspect my purpose, but I am confident in the secrecy of my identity. I trust that my cousin Witege will govern Ydalir and protect her boundaries well in my absence.

The sun is gone already; night is upon us early. What at first appears to be a quaint grotto near the river turns out to be the humble entrance to a great fortress. I recognize the embattlements. Have we come to Alberich's lair so soon? We are instructed by Thidrek to make camp nearby while he goes on alone. Reluctant as I am to allow it, I must trust his wisdom. After all, I did give him this role and sent him on this mission. If Thidrek can secure the Nibelung Treasure, the houses of Bern and Ydalir may finally know peace - a peace that may span Germania!