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Updated: May 2, 2025
She reached the peak and sprang from her saddle, crying: "Help me, Sisters! help me! I disobeyed our king!" Even as she cried Wotan drew near. "Where is Brunhilde?" he screamed in anger. The skies grew black with the storm of his wrath. "Every one of you who dares to shield her shall share her punishment." Brunhilde, weeping, walked out from her hiding-place among her sisters.
Thus equipped, she looked like some impish, slender young Brunhilde, with her two upspringing wings. The young men gazed at her with the most unconcealed delight. As she skated very well, better than any of the other girls, she felt, sweeping about the pond in long, swift curves, that she was repaid for her ignorance of billiards.
The old legend depicts in glowing colours the sweet hours of love that followed for Siegfried and Brunhilde. Days and months passed by without the lovers being aware of it. However fond of adventures Siegfried was, he felt himself chained to the spot by her subtle charms.
"Why didn't I? I fell down eleven steps into your garden, knocked on the front door, knocked on the side door, talked to some one called 'Ma, talked to some one called 'Lydia, and learned that Miss Martha Brunhilde Monroe was out for a sashay. There!" "Well for goodness sake!" Martie was conscious of flushing. From that second she grew a little self-conscious. He was a funny creature.
There she meant to stay, in the shade of her orange-trees, now and then fondling a memory of her old life, perhaps, but wishing eternally to enjoy that tranquillity, fiercely repelling Rafael, therefore, because he had tried to awaken her, as Siegfried rouses Brunhilde, braving the flames to reach her side. No; friends, friends, nothing else! She wanted no more of love.
To him her cruelties, even death itself, still were sensual raptures. "I envied King Gunther whom the mighty Brunhilde fettered on the bridal night, and the poor troubadour whom his capricious mistress had sewed in the skins of wolves to have him hunted like game.
Her golden hair was strewn with precious stones, and her limbs were clothed in the most costly garments. The young hero looked for a while, lost in admiration. Then bending down to her, he pressed a passionate kiss on her rosy lips. Brunhilde, the fair sleeper, opened her eyes, and at the same time every living being in the castle awoke.
Allen was in after mail, 'n' she said Brunhilde Susan was in bed, 'n' the cow was all milked for the night, 'n' her mind was easy over 'em both; 'n' Gran'ma Mullins was to the drug-store after some quinine to put on little Jane's thumb. She says this week as she has little Jane she 'll jus' cure her o' thumb-suckin' once an' f'r all time by keepin' it dipped in quinine.
She was, over all, a woman of genius, the custodian of peculiar gifts, sleeping throughout the ages, perhaps, like Brunhilde on her rock, to awaken not at the kiss of man, but at the summons of Germany in her darkest hour. She bent over the man who belonged to the woman alone in her and whose power over her would be exerted as ruthlessly as her own should be over herself.
Once more she had lapsed back to the Vikings and sea-rovers of the tenth century she was Brunhilde again, a shield-maiden, a Valkyrie, a Berserker and the daughter of Berserkers, and like them she fought in a veritable frenzy, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, every sense exalted, every force doubled, insensible to pain, deaf to all reason.
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