KRIEMHILD'S room. Deep night.
KRIEMHILD.
'Tis far too early yet. It is my blood
That wakened me, and not the cock I heard,
Or seemed to hear.
[She goes to the window and opens it partly.]
The stars are shining still,
It surely is an hour yet till mass.
Today I long to go to church and pray.
SCENE IV
Enter UTE softly.
UTE.
Already up, Kriemhild?