Fritz—Loki is a smith. He made their ring.
Canzler—Where in our northern sagas will you find
A track of any shackle-bearing god?
In all the past has any such a god
Come down the northern sky? All round the walls
Of Midgard stand the Asas guarding man
Against whatever brings bonds.
(Selma comes from the cottage with a bucket.)
Fritz— Sons of Lok.
Canzler—The southern gods may bring down shackles, but
The northern hammer breaks the shackles off.
Selma— (From back among the trees.)
I'm going after water, Father.
Canzler—And one shall come to take that hammer up.
Max—The Asas walk the walls of Midgard still.
(Selma goes out left.)
Rudolph —Val-father made the mountain rocks to be
The bastions of the oppressed.