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For then in truth will people cry aloud that I am worthy to reign. At that moment Siegfried caught sight of Hagen's grim, stern face, and something he saw in it provoked the gay prince to say right hardily, 'Therefore to do great deeds have I come to Worms, even to wrest from thee, King Gunther, thy broad realm of Burgundy and likewise all thy castles. They shall be mine ere many suns have set.
The coffeepot on the tray was silver; the cups, fine china; the napkins, linen. " something very strange about the blood in that it conformed to all necessary specifications and yet it had a synthetic quality about it ..." Goose pimples formed on Hagen's neck and walked gently down his spine. Nothing was missing in this setup synthetic blood, two hearts, oversize kidneys.
She urged them on and they advanced like corks bobbing on ripples of light. Three moved slowly toward Grim Hagen's machine. A fourth faltered and fell back. The Kalis were no longer screaming their frightful song. The purr of victory was gone. Instead they yowled a savage, tormented scream as though they had been cornered by an enemy they could not understand.
The room felt cold now, and a thin breeze was going through it, as though blown gently across the star-spaces. He saw a light dart down toward Grim Hagen. But at that instant Grim Hagen reached him and swung his sword. Jack Odin stepped aside. His foot slipped upon the unsteady planking of the improvised balcony. He thrust for Grim Hagen's throat, but his blade went high and wide.
It emitted one weak purr then it stopped purring and moving forever. Grim Hagen's Lorens who had been clinging to the hedges now came forward triumphantly. Strength came back to Gunnar and Odin. The attackers had cleared the stairway again. And once more Gunnar and Odin threw them back. By now both Ato and Maya had swung their shattered little armies over to the subway entrance.
There was a clicking sound and the loudspeaker died with a sputter of static. It sputtered again, and this time Grim Hagen's voice mocked them. "There, Ato. You have your answer. You are wasting your time. But I am a reasonable man. You can have Maya. You can have the ship. You can have the prisoners the few that are left. I will trade all these for Wolden's secret."
"If he understood her as well as you understand the song of the birds!" Siegfried has an inspiration. Those last words of Hagen's contain the germ of it. "Hei! Gunther!" he calls to the blood-brother, who appears so sorely in need of cheering: "You melancholy fellow! If you will thank me for it, I will sing you tales from the days of my youth!" Gunther's reply is politely encouraging.
For as soon as the tunnels and the stairway were cleared of smoke, Grim Hagen's army came pouring into the room. Grim Hagen had mustered at least two-thousand men. He had divided these into five groups, and they came through the five entrances at the same time. Yelling and brandishing swords and flares, they rushed the barricade. Jack Odin had underestimated the catapult. The crew released it.
Old Hagen's brows were closely knit, and his face was dark as a thunder-cloud, and his hands played nervously with his sword-hilt, as he said, "Where now is Gunther, the man whom we once called king?" "He is standing on the balcony above, talking with the queen and her maidens," answered Dankwart. "The craven that he is!" cried Hagen hoarsely.
Hereupon we have another grandiose operatic oath, Siegfried attesting his innocence on Hagen's spear, and Brynhild rushing to the footlights and thrusting him aside to attest his guilt, whilst the clansmen call upon their gods to send down lightnings and silence the perjured.
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