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The Rhinegold & The Valkyrie. The Ring of the Niblung, part 1
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Set the meal for us men!
[Sieglinde hangs up the arms on the stem of the ash-tree, fetches food and drink from the store-room and sets supper on the table. Involuntarily she turns her gaze on Siegmund again.
HUNDING
[Examining Siegmund's features keenly and with amaze, compares them with Sieglinde's. Aside.
How like to the woman!
In his eye as well
Gleams the guile of the serpent.
[He conceals his surprise, and turns with apparent unconcern to Siegmund.
Far, I trow,
Must thou have fared;
The man who rests here
Rode no horse:
What toilsome journey
Made thee so tired?
SIEGMUND
Through wood and meadow,
Thicket and moor,
Chased by the storm
And peril sore,
I ran by I know not what road.
I know as little
What goal it led to,
And I would gladly be told.
HUNDING [At table, inviting Siegmund to be seated.
'Tis Hunding owns
The roof and room
Which have harboured thee.
If to the westward
Thou wert to wend,
In homesteads rich
Thou wouldst find kinsmen
Who guard the honour of Hunding.
May I ask of my guest
In return to tell me his name?
[Siegmund, who has taken his seat at the table, looks thoughtfully before him. Sieglinde, who has placed herself beside Hunding and opposite Siegmund, gazes at him with evident sympathy and suspense.
Hunding discovers the likeness between Siegmund and Sieglinde.
HUNDING [Watching them both.
If thou wilt not
Trust it to me,
To this woman tell thy secret:
See, how eagerly she asks!
SIEGLINDE [Unembarrassed and interested.
Gladly I'd know
Who thou art.
SIEGMUND [Looks up and, gazing into her eyes, begins gravely.
Not for me the name Friedmund;
Frohwalt fain were I called,
But forced was I to be Wehwalt.
Wölfe they called my father;
And I am one of twins:
With a sister twin I was born.
Soon lost were
Both mother and maid;
I hardly knew
Her who gave me my life,
Nor her with whom I was born.
Warlike and strong was Wölfe,
And never wanting for foes.
A-hunting oft
Went the son with the father.
One day we returned
Outworn with the chase
And found the wolf's nest robbed.
The brave abode
To ashes was burnt,
Consumed to dust
The flourishing oak,
And dead was the mother,
Dauntless but slain.
No trace of the sister
Was ever found:
The Neidungs' heartless horde
Had dealt us this bitter blow.
My father fled,
An outlaw with me;
And the youth
Lived wild in the forest
With Wölfe for many years.
Sore beset and harried were they,
But boldly battled the pair of wolves.
[Turning to Hunding.
[Sieglinde hangs up the arms on the stem of the ash-tree, fetches food and drink from the store-room and sets supper on the table. Involuntarily she turns her gaze on Siegmund again.
HUNDING
[Examining Siegmund's features keenly and with amaze, compares them with Sieglinde's. Aside.
How like to the woman!
In his eye as well
Gleams the guile of the serpent.
[He conceals his surprise, and turns with apparent unconcern to Siegmund.
Far, I trow,
Must thou have fared;
The man who rests here
Rode no horse:
What toilsome journey
Made thee so tired?
SIEGMUND
Through wood and meadow,
Thicket and moor,
Chased by the storm
And peril sore,
I ran by I know not what road.
I know as little
What goal it led to,
And I would gladly be told.
HUNDING [At table, inviting Siegmund to be seated.
'Tis Hunding owns
The roof and room
Which have harboured thee.
If to the westward
Thou wert to wend,
In homesteads rich
Thou wouldst find kinsmen
Who guard the honour of Hunding.
May I ask of my guest
In return to tell me his name?
[Siegmund, who has taken his seat at the table, looks thoughtfully before him. Sieglinde, who has placed herself beside Hunding and opposite Siegmund, gazes at him with evident sympathy and suspense.
Hunding discovers the likeness between Siegmund and Sieglinde.
HUNDING [Watching them both.
If thou wilt not
Trust it to me,
To this woman tell thy secret:
See, how eagerly she asks!
SIEGLINDE [Unembarrassed and interested.
Gladly I'd know
Who thou art.
SIEGMUND [Looks up and, gazing into her eyes, begins gravely.
Not for me the name Friedmund;
Frohwalt fain were I called,
But forced was I to be Wehwalt.
Wölfe they called my father;
And I am one of twins:
With a sister twin I was born.
Soon lost were
Both mother and maid;
I hardly knew
Her who gave me my life,
Nor her with whom I was born.
Warlike and strong was Wölfe,
And never wanting for foes.
A-hunting oft
Went the son with the father.
One day we returned
Outworn with the chase
And found the wolf's nest robbed.
The brave abode
To ashes was burnt,
Consumed to dust
The flourishing oak,
And dead was the mother,
Dauntless but slain.
No trace of the sister
Was ever found:
The Neidungs' heartless horde
Had dealt us this bitter blow.
My father fled,
An outlaw with me;
And the youth
Lived wild in the forest
With Wölfe for many years.
Sore beset and harried were they,
But boldly battled the pair of wolves.
[Turning to Hunding.
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