SIEGLINDE
"This healing and honeyed
Draught of mead
Deign to accept from me."
SIEGMUND
"Set it first to thy lips."
SIEGMUND
[Deeply moved, remains standing; he looks searchingly at Sieglinde, who, ashamed and sad, lowers her eyes. Returning, he leans against the hearth, his gaze fixed on Sieglinde, who continues silently embarrassed.
Wehwalt named I myself:
Hunding here will I wait for.
Sieglinde starts, listens and hears Hunding outside leading his horse to the stable. She hurries to the door and opens it. Hunding, armed with shield and spear, enters, but, perceiving Siegmund, pauses on the threshold. Hunding turns with a look of stern inquiry to Sieglinde.
SIEGLINDE [In answer to Hunding's look.
On the hearth
Fainting I found
One whom need drove here.
HUNDING
Hast succoured him?
SIEGLINDE
I gave him, as a guest,
Welcome and a drink.
SIEGMUND [Regarding Hunding firmly and calmly.
Drink she gave,
Shelter too:
Wouldst therefore chide the woman?
HUNDING
Sacred is my hearth:
Sacred hold thou my house.
[To Sieglinde, as he takes off his armour and hands it to her.
Set the meal for us men!