Part 8 (1/2)

Wotan took her hands in his and told her the story of the ring.

How he had taken it from the finger of the dwarf.

How he had stooped to trickery and had stolen the gold with which to pay for Valhalla.

He told of the sad hearts of the Rhine-daughters, and of the greedy Fafner, lying at the door of his forest cave, guarding his h.o.a.rd.

But last of all, he told of the dread of Alberich's curse.

He told of his fear that the black Nibelung might regain the ring and by its power destroy Valhalla.

OFF TO THE BATTLEFIELD

When Brunhilde had heard the story of the curse, she said:--

”But, Father, Alberich could not destroy Valhalla. Think of all the heroes gathered there. Surely, they can protect it from all danger.”

”Brunhilde, my child,” sighed Wotan, ”you do not know the power of that ring when it is in the hands of Alberich. Once he gains it, he can do with it what he will, because he has given up all love. With it, he could turn my friends into enemies. Our heroes would then fight for Alberich.

”I have long hoped that a hero might come who would be brave enough to slay the dragon. I hoped it might be Siegmund. But now I must desert him in his time of need. Though it breaks my heart, I must give him up.

”Darkness and gloom are fast gathering upon Valhalla. Go, Brunhilde. Go quickly to the battlefield and s.h.i.+eld my wife's friend.”

”No, no, Father, I cannot!” cried the battle-maiden. ”You love Siegmund, and I shall guard him well.”

At these words the mighty Wotan grew wrathful and cried:--

”How dare you disobey me, child? Go, I say! Give to Hunding the victory, and thus fulfill my promise.”

Sadly Brunhilde took up her spear and s.h.i.+eld and rode away to the battlefield.

THE FLIGHT

Closely Brunhilde watched the struggle.

When she saw how fairly and valiantly the n.o.ble Siegmund fought, and how unfair and cowardly was the wicked Hunding, she thought:--

”I shall obey my king's wishes, not his words. He loves Siegmund.”

She hovered nearer as the battle grew more terrible.

Suddenly she dashed to Siegmund's side and cried:--

”Slay him, Siegmund, with your matchless sword!”

Siegmund raised his sword to deal the deadly blow, when lo! Wotan dashed through a rift in the clouds and struck Siegmund's sword with his mighty spear.

The sword fell in pieces at the feet of Brunhilde. The victory belonged to Hunding.