They seemed to hold their breath,
Yet dropped a sword that clanged! On tiptoe walked,
And yet upset the brazier! Hushed the dog,
Yet trod upon his paw.
KRIEMHILD.
They have perhaps
Returned.
UTE.
The hunters?
KRIEMHILD.
Once it seemed to me
That some one softly crept up to my door.
I thought it must be Siegfried.
UTE. Didst thou make
Some sign that thou wast wakeful?
KRIEMHILD.
No.