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“Third Norn: (catching the rope [of fate] and throwing the end behind her: #77 dysrhythmic hint?) Built by Giants, the stronghold towers aloft; with the hallowed kin of gods and heroes (#54 Vari) Wotan sits there within the hall. [[ #115>> ]] A rearing pile of rough-hewn logs towers on high around the hall: (#146) this was once the World-Ash Tree. When the timber blazes brightly in sacred fire, when its embers singe the glittering hall with their searing heat, (#21) the downfall (#54) of the immortal gods (#20a) will dawn for all eternity! (#87 plus drums)”

 

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[[#116]] Hallowed contracts’ allegedly binding runes, which Wotan whittled into the Spear he made from the most sacred branch of the World-Ash Tree

By making his spear of divine authority and law - containing the social contract which Wotan never intended to honor - from the most sacred branch of the World-Ash Tree, Wotan delivered a fatal wound which eventually made the World-Ash wither and die, and dried up the sacred spring which formerly trickled out from its roots, whispering wisdom

(#116 is in the same family as #27, #36, #44, and #101: the original, archetypal contract Wotan engraved on his spear, he intended to break)

[See #115 for #116’s dramatic context]

 

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[[#117]] Mime’s conspiracy of one to outwit the Wanderer and prompt Siegfried to kill Fafner and win Alberich’s Ring for Mime

(#117’s motival links, if any, not yet ascertained)

“Wanderer: (#113) You ought to have asked what you needed to know; (#112) my head stood bail for knowledge: (#21; #83 vari?) since you still do not know what you need to know, I’ll take yours now in pledge. (#21) (#113 Vari) Your greeting, I thought, was unfit for a guest; into your hands I gave my head to enjoy the warmth of your hearth. By the rules of the wager I’ll take you as pawn if you cannot easily answer three questions: (#21) so, Mime, pluck up your courage! [[ #117 Hint ]]

Mime: (#41?: very timidly and hesitantly, but finally pulling himself together in frightened submission: [[ #117 ]]) It’s long since I quit my native land, long since I left my mother’s womb; (#20a) Wotan’s eye has lighted upon me [Siegfried is Wotan’s missing eye] (looking briefly and surreptitiously at the Wanderer: #20a) into my cave he peered: my mother’s wit grows weak before it. #117>>) But since I now need to be wise, Wanderer, ask away! (#41; #101?) Perhaps, when forced, I may yet succeed in redeeming the head of the dwarf. (#17; #71)”

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