They are as different as day and night.
WULF.
Who says they're not? Yet many love the night.
[Points to the dwarfs.]
What are they bringing?
TRUCHS.
It must be the hoard,
The treasure of the Niblungs Siegfried won.
He's called the dwarfs for escort duty here,
And bade them bring the treasure, and I'm told
It is the marriage portion for his bride.
WULF.
Uncanny are these dwarfs, with hollow backs!
But turn one over—there's a kneading trough!