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"She is worth more to us than all the gold in this world! Without her we must all wither and die!" It was no use to resist. Wotan knew that he dared not lose Freya. Taking the ring from his finger, he flung it upon the shining heap. Fafner gathered up the hoard the hoard for which he had worked the hoard for which he had made so much trouble. He carried it off to his own country.
Alberich declared that love was nothing to him if he could have all the gold he wanted." To himself Fafner thought: "Perhaps it would be better for me to have the gold than to have Freya and her golden apples." Then aloud he said: "Let me tell you what I am willing to do, Wotan. If you will get that gold for me, I will accept it in place of Freya." "You rascal!" roared Wotan.
"Not with me" Wotan cuts short the discussion, "wrangle with Mime. Danger threatens you through your brother. He is bringing to this spot a youth who is to slay Fafner for him. The boy knows nothing of me. The Nibelung uses him for his own purposes. Wherefore, I tell you, comrade, do freely as you choose!" Alberich can scarcely believe that he has heard aright.
Vainly Fafner spouts flame to blind and terrify him. The fight ends as it must. The dragon falls beneath the Wotan-sword, wielded by the hero without fear. With his failing breath, in a tone strangely void of resentment, the dragon questions his slip of an adversary, so unexpectedly victorious: "Who are you, intrepid boy, that have pierced my heart? Who incited the child to the murderous deed?
Mime reared the "Wälsungen-shoot" with solicitous care, in the ulterior view that this scion of a strong race when grown to man's size should kill Fafner for him and get him the Ring. At the rise of the curtain we see Mime at his anvil, struggling with a heavy difficulty.
"How can I give you gold that is not mine?" "Very well," said Fafner. "I did not come here to quarrel. Already I have waited too long. I shall take my pay. Come, Freya, you must go with me." Poor, frightened Freya wept and cried aloud as Fafner picked her up and carried her off over the mountain. He called back to Wotan and Loki: "I will keep Freya until evening.
And, love being discarded, there is no reason why he should not still get the Ring, by fair or foul means, and reign loveless indeed, but in no fear of Fafner or the Nibelung, black Alberich. As a musical structure the Second Act divides more easily and clearly than the first into sections: the sections, indeed, are boldly defined.
The story at first sounds a little complicated; but the reader, bearing in mind what has already been said of Wotan's Master-idea, can have no difficulty whatever in following it. The Master-idea, we know, is to raise up a hero who, acting freely, independent of and ever defying the gods, will wrest the Ring from Fafner.
"Yes," raged Fafner; "I know it is fair Freya's golden apples that keep you young. But now Freya belongs to me. Nothing else will I have." Just then Wotan saw his brother, Loki, coming over the mountain. "Wait, Fafner! Wait until I can talk with my brother about this!" "Loki, why are you so late?" complained Wotan, when Loki came. Loki was much excited.
Fafner is seen, after a time, shouldering the sack, into which the whole of the glimmering Hort has disappeared, and, bowed under its weight, leaving for home. "Dreadful," says Wotan, deeply shaken; "I now perceive to be the power of the curse!" Sorrow and fear lie crushingly upon his spirit.
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