KRIEMHILD.
I know how bitterly I wounded her!
I'll not forgive myself. I'd rather far
Have felt the hurt myself than injured her.
HAGEN.
And this it is that drove thee from thy room?
KRIEMHILD.
Oh, no! 'twould make me hide myself away!
I am so anxious for him!
HAGEN.
Dost thou fear?
KRIEMHILD.
There is another war.