Regula Schmid published a commentary of the song by Veit Weber about the Battle of Grandson on the blog Translocations. Anthologie (A research blog that examines and comments on source texts since antiquity about looted art, art as war booty and the translocation of cultural assets).
Learn more about the author and its connection to the famous Bernese illustrated chronicles of Diebold Schilling (3 volumes with more than 600 illustrations), who include this song. Both Diebold Schilling and Veit Weber took part on the battle. An eye-opening commentary about cultural views on the first victory of the Swiss cities against the Duchy of Burgundy during the Burgundian wars.
Hans zum Brunnen had been a thief at least for four years when he
confessed to his crimes in presence of the two councilmen Hans Tormann and
Bartlome Steiger, of the chief bailif Hans Isenschmid, of Adrian Effinger,
court clerk, and of all the baillifs of the Gentlemen of Bern – without
torture, on August 1, 1517.
His origins were in the Eifischtal (Val d’Anniviers), the valley that leads straight south from Sierre towards the Zinal glacier, and he had left this narrow vale when war had called: on May 1, 1512, the Bernese army under the commandment of Burkhard von Erlach and Hans Ougsburger set out towards Italy. The military clout of the 24’000 men strong confederate troop secured pope Julius’ II. victory over the French. Zum Brunnen might have been among the “free” soldiers who joined the Bernese. In any case, he probably crossed the Rawilpass, 2429 meters above sea-level and descended towards Lenk, in order to join the Bernese troops. It was early summer, the people were out cutting hay, and Hans walked into one of the houses, helped himself in the pantry to enough food, found a woman’s purse with two «fat» coins and a red hat that its owner had decorated with a coin and several sewn on silver buttons. Thus, Hans zum Brunnen committed his first theft on Bernese soil.
Four years later, we meet zum Brunnen again. Maybe he had stayed for a
while in Italy where the wars against France waged on, and where strong men
from mountain valleys had a good time finding adventure, food, and booty. In
any case, he was back, but instead of helping Gilyan Ubert of Zweisimmen to saw
wood, he helped himself to the contents of Ubert’s purse.
We can then follow zum Brunnen serving as a servant in winter (and emptying the purse of his employer), marching in spring towards the gentle banks of the lake of Thun – and meeting a fellow Eifischtaler who helped him rob a guesthouse when the innkeeper was in the bath and the wife and daughter in the garden. Italy and the war called again, and both men set off towards Cremona. But many inns lay on the way to Italy and back, and many purses. Marching across the Alps to Italy, they stole in Frutigen and Kandersteg, and on the way back, in Unterwalden and Brienz, in Leissigen and Spiez.
Drifting towards east, zum Brunnen meets a fellow from the lake of Zurich who knows where the rich people live, and together they roam the region between Zurich and Lucerne. They have a fight in Baden and part ways. Hans is again drawn towards Bern where he eventually is caught in one of the many farms he frequents on the way.
Zum Brunnen’s misdeeds fill almost five pages of a dossier that is kept in Bern’s state archive in the drawer Urteilssprüche (verdicts). Court clerk Adrian Effinger’s upright, regular handwriting is replaced only in the end. The last words that seal zum Brunnen’s destiny are written by another hand. Its hasty, almost sloppy style matches the gruesome end that it is recording: With his hands bound behind his back, Hans Zum Brunnen from the Eifischtal, thief and occasional mercenary, was led to the gallows where he was “entrusted to the air”.