Balder;
And yet he kneel'd; I saw the proud one palen.
But ha! he rear'd himself; my heart then fail'd me,
For I could best appreciate thy full danger;
Raised was his arm; bright appear'd the massive falchion;
He called on Odin's name, and then none living
Could save thee but himself--the fool! his lofty
Courage shall prove his overthrow.

HOTHER. Ha, Vanfred!

LOKE. Well?

HOTHER. I do admire more and more thy wisdom.
But whilst we fought, where were the maids of battle?

LOKE. They were my dread; I quak'd at every shadow
And every leaf that mov'd, lest I should see them.
When I saw that no one of the sisters
Heard the high call, and din of shield and falchion,
My courage rose--I knew thou wast in safety:
They hear no fight where no one's doomed to perish.

HOTHER. And now the spear thou spak'st about?

LOKE. She has it,
Valfather's favour'd maid--his trusty servant,
At length discover'd by unwearied searching
The spear by which his much-lov'd son shall perish.
Shortly ere thou didst call, as in my cavern
I sat, its vaulted roof begun to tremble.
Three times my stilly dwelling shook, and o'er me
A sound assailed my ear; 'twas like the tempest's
When it uptears the mountain oak; then heard I
The voice of Rota; black huge drops did trickle
Of Jotun blood, of them whom Odin slaughtered,
Through the rock's rifts. I knew by all these signals
That she had found the right, the fatal weapon.

HOTHER (impatiently). Where is it--where?

LOKE. She hardens it in Nastroud.

HOTHER. Peace, dreamer! Go!

LOKE. I see this heat with pleasure,
And to extinguish all thy doubts, I'll show thee--
If thou dare see her--the terrific Rota.

HOTHER. What, Vanfred! if I dare?

LOKE. Enough! Look westward!

[He touches HOTHER'S eyelids. Immediately is seen the entrance of a vast
cavern, which is only illumined by the flames which, with a continual
roaring, now sinking, now rising, appear in its deepest part. At the
entrance, on each side, is a little round altar. On the one a flame is
burning in which lies the fatal spear. On the other stands a caldron.
The VALKYRIER move in a circle round the first.

THE THREE VALKRIER.

THE FIRST. Flames of Nastroud
Blaze away!
The deepmost deeps feel
Valhall's May.

THE SECOND. Flames whose roaring
With dismay
E'en Asa hears,
Fate's voice obey.

ROTA. Poisonous blazes
Harden a spear
For Valhall's May!

ALL THREE. Poisonous blazes
Harden a spear