leaps forth that fight whose end the Norns
themselves have no wit of foretelling:
[P. 40] to mine own mood
I turn the outcome! “ [384W-{10-11/48} Siegfried’s Death: PW Vol. VIII, p. 39-40]
[385W-{10-11/48} Siegfried’s Death: PW Vol. VIII, p. 50]
[P. 50] {FEUER} “Bruennhilde:
Thou overbearing hero,
How thou heldest me banned!
Of all my wisdom must I go lacking,
For all my knowledge to thee had I lent:
What from me thou took’st, thou usedst not, --
To thy mettlesome mood thou trustedst alone!
But now thou’rt gone, hast given it free,
To my lore cometh back,
The runes of the Ring unravel.
The Norn’s old saying know I now too,
Their meaning can unriddle:
The boldest of men’s most mighty of deeds
Through my knowledge it gaineth its blessing.” [385W-{10-11/48}Siegfried's Death: PW Vol. VIII, p. 50]
[386W-{10-11/48} Siegfried’s Death: PW Vol. VIII, p. 51-52]
[P. 51] (The flames have met above the bodies, entirely concealing them from
(view. In the foreground, now completely dark, Alberich appears behind Hagen.)
Alberich (pointing to the back):
My venger, Hagen, my son!
Rescue, rescue the Ring!
Hagen turns quickly round, and, preparing to plunge into the fire, casts
spear and shield away. Suddenly a blinding light strikes forth from the
embers: on the fringe of a leaden cloud (as if the smoke from the dying fire)
the light ascends; in it appears Bruennhilde on horseback, helmeted and in
the dazzling armour of a Valkyrie, [P. 52] leading Siegfried by the hand
through the sky. At like time, and while the cloud is rising, the waters of the
Rhine flow over to the Hall: the three Water-maidens, lit by brilliant
moonshine, swim away with the Ring and Tarnhelm: -- Hagen plunges after
them, as though demented, to tear From them the treasure: they seize him
and drag him down into the deep. Alberich sinks, with gestures of woe.”
[386W-{10-11/48} Siegfried’s Death: PW Vol. VIII, p. 51-52]
