Burgundians

At the end of the year, sudden tidings came that the Saxons and Danes, as was their habit, were pillaging the lands of Burgundy.

At the head of a thousand Burgundian knights, Siegfried conquered both Saxons and Danes.

The king of the Danes was taken prisoner, and the Saxon king surrendered.

The victorious warriors returned to Worms, and the air was filled with glad shouts of welcome.

However, it was decided that the invitation should be accepted, but that ten thousand knights should go with Gunther as a bodyguard.

Shortly after Gunther and his followers arrived at Attila's court, a banquet was prepared.

Nine thousand Burgundians were seated at the board when Attila's brother came into the banquet hall with a thousand well-armed knights.

A quarrel arose and a fight followed.

Danes and Scandinavians ravaged her from the northwest, Saracens from the south, so that only the upper Rhine and Danube, harboring a rich Teutonic civilization, escaped destruction.

The Carlovingian Empire broke into pieces, Frankish, Lothringian, or Burgundian, and Germanic, with the last of which went the imperial title.

And this disintegration might have continued indefinitely to chaos had not feudalism appeared to fortify and steady declining civilization.

Only force could successfully resist force, and at every threatened point, the same mode of local resistance sprang up.

The old gardien came out with the keys and took me off to the Tour de Constance, where Protestants were imprisoned pell-mell after the revocation of the Edict of Nantes.

Thence to the Tour des Bourguignons, where I forget how many hundred Burgundians were massacred and pickled in salt, and after these cheery exhibitions, invited me to walk round the ramparts and inspect the remaining eighteen towers of the enceinte.

As the mistral, however, had sprung up and was shuddering across the high walls, I declined, and having paid him his fee, descended to the comparative shelter of the earth.

There I found Aristide Pujol waiting me at the corner of the narrow street in which the hotel was situated.

Mr. Hooper now prudently left Sir Thomas's house and arrived at Paris, but in a short time returned to England and was retained by Mr. Sintlow until the time that he was again molested and sought for, when he passed through France to the higher parts of Germany, where, commencing acquaintance with learned men, he was by them free and lovingly entertained, both at Basel and especially at Zurich, by Mr. Bullinger, who was his singular friend.

Here also he married his wife, who was a Burgundian, and applied very studiously to the Hebrew tongue.

At length, when God saw it good to stay the bloody time of the six articles and to give us King Edward to reign over this realm, with some peace and rest unto the church, amongst many other English exiles who then repaired homeward, Mr. Hooper also, moved in conscience, thought not to absent himself, but seeing such a time and occasion, offered to help forward the Lord's work to the utmost of his ability.

When Mr. Hooper had taken his farewell of Mr. Bullinger and his friends in Zurich, he repaired again to England in the reign of King Edward VI, and coming to London, used continually to preach, most times twice or at least once a day.

There wasn't a period of lost history where they had no idea who these people were who came before them.

As we see in the Saga tradition, especially in the Volsung Saga, They're aware of the history of the Goths and the Burgundians and the Huns.

I wouldn't necessarily say they're great historical scholars, but they're aware and characters from those episodes in history that occur far, far away and often hundreds of years skew from them.

They're aware.