Rossweise: If we’re all assembled, delay no longer: (#20a?:) to Valhalla let’s set out and bring the slain to Wotan (:#20a?).
Helmwige: We’re only eight: one is still missing.
Gerhilde: (#64?:) With the tawny Waelsung Bruennhilde must be delayed (:#64?).
Waltraute: We must wait for her here: the Lord of the Slain [“Walvater”] [does the root “wal” mean “slain,” or “choice” (as in “choose fate”), or “valor,” or “wala,”?] would give us a grim-hearted greeting, were he to see us approaching him without her!
Siegrune: (…) (#78:) Hojotoho! Hoyotoho! (…) This way! This way! (…)
(#77: At a furious pace Bruennhilde flies this way.)
The eight Valkyries: (…) (#78:) Hoyotoho! Hoyotoho! Bruennhilde! Hey (:#78)!
(They watch with growing astonishment. #83?:)
Waltraute: To the pinewood she steers the stumbling horse (:#83?) (…)
Rossweise: I never saw Valkyries flee so fast!
Ortlinde: What hangs from her saddle?
Helmwige: No hero it is (#83?).
Siegrune: (#40?:) She’s bringing a woman.
Gerhilde: Where did she find her (:#40?)?
