Too late!
CHAPLAIN.
And such a man slain in the woods!
DANKWART.
The robber's spear was guided by blind chance,
So that it struck the spot. In such a way
A child may kill a giant.
UTE (still busying herself with the maidens over KRIEMHILD).
Rise, Kriemhild!
KRIEMHILD.
Another parting? No, I'll cling to him,
And to the grave together will we go,
Or you must leave him here. But half my love
I gave him living. Now that he is dead
I know it. Were it the reverse! His eyes
I never yet had kissed! All, all is new!
We thought we'd time before us.