Since thou art gentle, then be reconciled
With Siegfried too!
BRUNHILDA.
Oh, name him not to me!
GUNTHER.
There is no reason thou shouldst hate him so.
BRUNHILDA.
And if I have none? When a king descends
To fill the humble office of a guide
And carry messages, it is indeed
As strange as if a man should take the place
Of his own horse, the saddle on his back,
Or bay and hunt in service of his hound.
But if it pleases him, what's that to me!
GUNTHER.
It was not so.