Sköll. Who knows?
Duke. But was there not a great feast to-night?
Sköll. Yes. But they flung us out just now.
Duke. Listen! And heed me well. As soon as that rascal has had enough and grovels in the dust, shout out with all thy might "Hail to King Widwolf!" Dost thou understand?
Sköll. Eh? Yes, indeed.
Anna Goldhair. Oh! dearest Lady, if I might speak I would beg thee to go. The sight of all the horrors that gather round us will shake thee sorely.
Queen. Who stays for me if I will not for him? And is it not fitting for an unhappy mother to protect the head of her child even with her own shattered arm? [To the young Prince.] Listen, my darling. Thou must go. [To Anna Goldhair.] Take him to my waiting-women. Without this sight his heart will all too soon burn with a thirst for blood.
The Young Prince. Ah, mother!
Queen. Nay, thou must. But nestle once again upon my breast, my dear one, so!
The Young Prince [running up to Prince Witte]. Please, thou strange man, be so good as to conquer for us!