Wiglaf—Wild deer shall listen and no foot be heard.
Canzler—Have you forgotten your inspired word?
(Fritz and Rudolph exchange glances.)
Wiglaf—But centuries may pass ere that child comes.
(Selma comes from the cottage and begins to gather dry leaves and chips about the doorway. She is singing to herself and her voice comes faintly through the trees.)
Canzler—Or in these hard days have you, too, lost faith
In Woden?
Wiglaf—Wiglaf lose faith in Woden!
O chief!
(Looking down.)
What shall Wiglaf say? Shall the skald,
Whose eye sees through the darkness, see no light?
Beyond the winter see no spring, beyond
The storm, no calm? (He starts away.)
Canzler— Stay here with us, Wiglaf. (Selma enters the cottage.)