You found him there?
What did he say? A word! His dying word!
I will believe thy tale, if thou canst tell,
And if it is no curse. But oh, beware!
For sooner would a rose bloom from thy mouth
Than thou imagine what thou didst not hear.
(As RUMOLT hesitates.)
It is a lie!
CHAPLAIN.
'Tis possible! I've heard
A magpie dropped a knife that killed a man
Who could not have been reached by human hands.
And what a wingéd thief by chance could do
Because his gleaming booty burdened him,
A robber well might do.
KRIEMHILD.
Oh, holy father,
Thou knowest not!
DANKWART.
Princess, thy grief is sacred,
But yet unjust and blind. Our warriors here,
Our noblest will bear witness—
[Meanwhile the door has been closed and the body is no longer visible.]