HAGEN.
'Tis a charm,
A magic, that would keep her race alive.
So drives the giantess to seek her mate,
Joyless and choiceless, since they are the last.
GUNTHER.
Is there no hope?
HAGEN.
'Tis death must break the spell.
Her blood congeals when his has ceased to flow.
His destiny it was that he should slay
The dragon and then take the dragon's road.
[A tumult is heard.]
GUNTHER.
What may that be?