Fritz— And here
Are wild-boars' lairs and—
Rudolph— The dragon's den.
Fritz—His den is here, but he feeds everywhere.
Rudolph—Not on the mountains.
Fritz— They are barren; but
He would feed there if we should go there.
Rudolph— No.
Fritz—He ravages the whole wide—
Rudolph— (Moving his hand horizontally.)
This way, yes;
But that way?
(Pointing up.)
No. He dare not face the light
That father Woden pours upon the peaks.
Under Valhalla's eaves the dark elf died
When the dawn smote him; so the dragon there.
His paws would break off on the mountain sides.