(They listen. The shouts draw nearer.)
Canzler—The Bailiff's blood has roused them.
Rudolph— With that blood
Val-father has enticed it from its lair
To tempt the mountains and to seek for more.
(Lightning.)
Up here! Coming up here!
Canzler—(Shouting.) Fritz!
Rudolph— The dark bloom,
Whose scattered roots the years have fed, at last
Unfolds its petals to the sun. The North
In all her graves is waiting for the dawn.
To-day Val-father lays his shadow by.
Canzler—Go up the rocks and blow the battle horn.
(Rudolph goes leaping up the rocks.)