Brünnhilde on Grane leaps on to the funeral pyre of Siegfried—See p. 182
Thus—thrown be the brand
On Walhall's glittering halls!
[She hurls the brand on to the pile of wood, which quickly breaks into flame. Two ravens fly up from the rock by the shore and vanish in the background. Brünnhilde perceives her horse, which has just been led in by two men.
Grane, my horse,
Be greeted fair!
[She springs towards him, and, catching hold of him, removes his bridle and bends towards him affectionately.