GUNTHER
[Presenting Brünnhilde, who follows him with pale face and lowered eyes, to the men.
Brünnhild', a peerless bride,
Here to the Rhine I bring.
No man ever won
A nobler woman!
The Gods have shown from of old
Grace to the Gibichung stock.
To fame unmatched
Now may it mount!
THE VASSALS [Solemnly clash their weapons.
Hail! O hail, happy Gibichung!
GUNTHER
[Leads Brünnhilde, who never raises her eyes, to the hall, from which Siegfried and Gutrune, attended by women, now come forth. Gunther stops before the hall.
Dear hero, greetings glad!
I greet thee, fair sister!
By him who won thee for wife
I joyfully see thee stand.
Two happy pairs
Here radiant are shining:
[He draws Brünnhilde forward.