LOKE. She hardens it in Nastroud.
HOTHER. Peace, dreamer! Go!
LOKE. I see this heat with pleasure,
And to extinguish all thy doubts, I’ll show thee—
If thou dare see her—the terrific Rota.
HOTHER. What, Vanfred! if I dare?
LOKE. Enough! Look westward!
[He touches HOTHER’S eyelids. Immediately is seen the entrance of a vast cavern, which is only illumined by the flames which, with a continual roaring, now sinking, now rising, appear in its deepest part. At the entrance, on each side, is a little round altar. On the one a flame is burning in which lies the fatal spear. On the other stands a caldron. The VALKYRIER move in a circle round the first.
THE THREE VALKRIER.
THE FIRST. Flames of Nastroud
Blaze away!
The deepmost deeps feel
Valhall’s May.
THE SECOND. Flames whose roaring
With dismay
E’en Asa hears,
Fate’s voice obey.
ROTA. Poisonous blazes
Harden a spear
For Valhall’s May!