Canzler—No word has reached us from that far off land.
Wiglaf—It used to live in gleemen's songs, but now—
Canzler—Old men recall it as a forgotten thing.
(Selma enters the cottage.)
Wiglaf—In what sea lies it?
Canzler— Where the Frankish land
Looks toward the setting Balder, I have heard.
Wiglaf—And does this river off here empty near it?
Canzler—First flowing through wide forests and high rocks.
(Wiglaf walks to and fro thoughtfully.)
Hartzel—I don't doubt you've been wronged, Wiglaf. I don't
Doubt that they're arming. What I do say is
Who knows it is against us?