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Updated: June 27, 2025
The pastor said: "The earth, which has singled out the body so that it might lead its own life for a short while, has taken it back into the bosom of the mother. A noble man has gone home " A fit of laughter overcame my son Siegmund. His face became red and serious... He laughed until he was gasping. My wife shrieked. A pall-bearer dropped a bottle of whiskey, which broke on the coffin.
The night was religious, then, with its proper order of worship. Day and night had their ritual, and passed in uncouth worship. Siegmund found himself in an abbey. He looked up the nave of the night, where the sky came down on the sea-like arches, and he watched the stars catch fire. At least it was all sacred, whatever the God might be.
You know I wouldn't leave little children to the workhouse or anything. They're my children; they mightn't be yours. 'There is no need for this, said Siegmund contemptuously. The pressure in his temples was excruciating, and he felt loathsomely sick. Beatrice's dark eyes flashed with rage. 'Isn't there! she cried. 'Oh, isn't there? No, there is need for a great deal more.
He crushed her hand, drawing slightly back. But it pleased her to feel the grip on her hand becoming unbearable. They stood right on the edge, to see the smooth cliff slope into the mist, under which the sea stirred noisily. 'Shall we walk over, then? said Siegmund, glancing downwards. Helena's heart stood still a moment at the idea, then beat heavily.
She watched the beautiful birds, heard the pleading of Siegmund, and she thrilled with pleasure, toying with his keen anguish. Helena came smiling to Siegmund, saying: 'They look so fine down there. He fastened his hands upon her, as a relief from his pain. He was filled with a keen, strong anguish of dread, like a presentiment. She laughed as he gripped her.
Wildly he beat about to find a means of escape from the next day and its consequences. He did not want to go. Anything rather than go back. In the midst of their passion of fear the moon rose. Siegmund started to see the rim appear ruddily beyond the sea. His struggling suddenly ceased, and he watched, spellbound, the oval horn of fiery gold come up, resolve itself.
Siegmund, rebuffed by the only one in the house from whom he might have expected friendship, proceeded slowly to shave, feeling sick at heart. He was a long time over his toilet. When he stripped himself for the bath, it seemed to him he could smell the sea. He bent his head and licked his shoulder. It tasted decidedly salt. 'A pity to wash it off, he said.
"What," asks Wotan, an unguarded and tender indulgence in his tone, "what have they done that is so evil, the couple brought into loving union by the Spring?..." "Do you feign not to understand me?" is in effect Fricka's return; "for the holy vow of marriage, the deeply insulted, I raise my voice in complaint...." "I regard that vow as unholy," says Wotan, and the source is flagrant from which Siegmund has drawn his unpopular rules of conduct, "which binds together those who do not love each other."
Once more he murmurs the name of Brünnhilde, and then his companions tenderly place him upon his shield, and lifting him upon their shoulders carry him to the misty summits and disappear in the cloud, to the mighty and impressive strains of a funeral march, built up on the motives of Siegmund, the love-duet of Siegmund and Sieglinde, the sword and Volsung motives, and Siegfried's great theme.
Sadly Brunhilde took up her spear and shield and rode away to the battlefield. Closely Brunhilde watched the struggle. When she saw how fairly and valiantly the noble 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.
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