Fritz—The way he goes, the Saxon race has gone.
Rudolph—We must go to the mountains, not the grave.
Fritz—Canzler has been a father to the boy.
Rudolph—He may return and bring the Saxon race.
Fritz—Who will deliver him?
Rudolph— Val-father lives.
Fritz—(Bitterly.) Lives with the dead.
(He goes out.)
Rudolph— He may yet be reclaimed.
The paths of Prophesy lead far away
But still the Powers of the air are bent
To guide it and their eyes are on its feet.
Let us not doubt Val-father's hand in this.
That eye in Mimer's fountain sees through all
The dark, gnome-haunted caverns of the earth;
The other under his calm brow watches heaven.
(He goes off through the forest.)