No coward wins
Brünnhild' for bride,
Or wakes the maid:
Only a heart without fear.
SIEGFRIED [Shouting with joy.
The foolish boy
Who has never learned fear,
Dear bird, that dullard am I!
To-day I took endless
Trouble in vain,
To find out what fear was from Fafner.
With longing I burn
Now from Brünnhild' to learn it.
What path soonest leads to the fell?
[The bird flutters up, circles over Siegfried, and flies hesitatingly before him.
SIEGFRIED
The bird to my goal will guide me.
Fly where thou wilt,
I follow thy flight!
[He runs after the bird, who for a time flies uncertainly hither and thither to tease him; at last he follows him, when, taking a definite direction towards the back, the bird flies away.
