But as Siegfried vanished from sight, he rubbed his black hands together and laughed:--
"Ah, it will be luck for Mimi if Siegfried and the dragon kill each other!"
A Wood-Bird'S Song
When Siegfried had gone on a little way, he stretched himself upon a grassy mound beneath a tree to rest and think.
Looking up through the branches at the clear sky, he cried:--
"I am free! Free! Never again will I go back to that loathsome Nibelung."
A bird in the tree began singing its sweet wood-song.
"How do you do, my little feathered friend!" said Siegfried. "I am sure what you are singing is very sweet, but I cannot understand your words."