Siegfried hands the drinking-horn back to Gutrune, and gazes at her with sudden passion. See p. 119.
GUNTHER
May Brünnhilde's wooer be.
[Siegfried shows by a gesture that at the mention of Brünnhilde's name all remembrance of her has faded.
I dare not essay the dread mountain;
The flames would not fall for me.
SIEGFRIED