“See, then,” said Logi, the shrewd one. “Our Youth Goddess has gone. We are old; we are gray. The race of gods will come to an end.”
Wotan started and looked about him. His face was pale.
“Down, Logi! Let us go down to Nibelheim!” he cried. “The Gold shall be had for ransom.”
The gods called out good wishes after them through the mist, and Wotan, the King God, and his fire-servant, Logi, went down through the hollow, shadowy passages under the earth to Nibelheim, the home of the dwarfs.
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