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[Illustration: SIEGFRIED]

NOTE: The verses printed in this book are quoted from Dr. Oliver
Huckel's translations of _The Rhine-Gold_, _The Walkuere_,
_Siegfried_, and _Goetterdaemmerung_, by the kind permission
of the publishers, Messrs. Thomas Y. Crowell & Company. An
occasional sentence in several of the stories is borrowed
from the same source.









_From drawings by E. Pollak-Ottendorff_


In these stories you will find some wonderful giants.

You will find beautiful maidens who lived in a river.

You will find a large family of little black dwarfs who lived under the
river, and you will find a splendid hero.

The little children of Germany used to curl up in their mothers' arms,
when bedtime came, and listen to the stories of these strange people.

When these little children grew up, they told the same stories to their

So it went for many, many years.

The stories have been put together by a man named Richard Wagner. He put
them together in such a way that they make one long and wonderful story.

After he had told these stories in words, he told them again in a more
beautiful way. He told them in music.

Sometime you will hear this music, and you will think of beautiful
water-maidens, singing and dancing in the sunshine.

You will think of great giants walking over mountains.

You will think of the little black dwarfs under the river, and you will
hear them hammering, hammering upon their anvils.




In the Rhine River there lived three beautiful maidens. They were called
the Rhine-daughters.

They had long, golden hair, which floated upon the waves as they swam
from rock to rock.

When their father went away, he left in their care a great lump of pure

This gold was on the very top of the highest rock in the river.

Every morning the beautiful Rhine-daughters would dance and sing about
their gold.

They sang a happy song:--

"Heigh-ho! hither, ye waters!
Waver and waft me to sleep on your breast!
Heigh-ho! hither, ye waters!
Weave me sweet dreams on your billowy crest!"


One morning, when the sun was shining very brightly, the Rhine-daughters
were startled by a strange sound in the depths of the water.

"Look!" whispered one. "What is that scowling at us from the rocks

There, stealing along the river-bed, they saw a hideous little black

"Who are you, and what do you want?" asked the Rhine-daughters.

"I am Alberich," answered the dwarf as he tried to climb up on the
slippery rocks. "I came from the kingdom of the Nibelungs, down under
the earth."

"What!" said the Rhine-daughters. "Surely you do not live down in the
dark earth where there is no sunshine?"

"Yes," answered Alberich. "But I have come up to frolic in the sunshine
with you"; and he held out his ugly, misshapen little hands to take the
hands of the Rhine-daughters.

They only laughed at him and darted away to a higher rock.

Alberich hurried after them.

He blinked and scowled in the sunshine, because his eyes were not used
to the light.

The maidens laughed and shouted in their play.

They called to Alberich and teased him.

They went very close to him, pretending that they would take his hand,
that he, too, might play in the sunshine. Then they would quickly dart
away, mocking him, and laughing at him more loudly than ever.

Alberich grew fierce and angry.

He clenched his fists and cried:--

"Woe be to you if I should catch you now."


Alberich was the most hideous of all the black, ugly little Nibelungs.

The Nibelungs had cross, scowling faces, because they were always
scolding each other.

They quarreled from morning till night, so, of course, their faces grew
to look quarrelsome and ugly.

As Alberich hurried after the Rhine-daughters, he suddenly caught sight
of the gold glittering in the morning sun.

He stood still. Then he straightened up as tall as his crooked,
misshapen little back would let him. He opened his eyes wide.

"Oh! Sisters! See how Alberich is staring at our gold!" whispered one of
the Rhine-daughters. "Perhaps this is the foe of which our father warned
us. How careless we have been!"

"Nonsense," answered one. "Who would fear this little black fellow? He
will do us no harm. Let him gaze upon the gold. Come, let us sing!"


The maidens joined hands and circled about the gold, singing:--

"Hail to thee! Hail to thee!
Treasure most bright!
Rhine-gold! Rhine-gold!
Beautiful sight!

"Hail to thee! Hail to thee!
Out of the night!
Rhine-gold! Rhine-gold!
Wakened so bright!"


Still Alberich stood and stared at the gold.

"What is it?" he gasped. "What is it?"

The Rhine-daughters shouted back to him:--

"Heigh-ho! and heigh-ho!
Dear little imp of woe,
Laugh with us, laugh with us!
Heigh-ho and heigh-ho!"

But Alberich did not laugh with them.

He would not take his eyes off the gold.

"That," said the maidens, "is our Rhine-gold."

"A very pretty plaything it is," said Alberich.

"Yes," replied the careless sisters, "it is magic gold. Who moulds this
gold into a ring shall have all power upon the earth, save love."

Alberich muttered to himself: "What do I care for love if I have all the
gold I want?"

Then he sprang upon the slippery rock and snatched the gold. With one
wild leap he plunged into the depths below.

Down, down he went to his deep, dark kingdom, clutching fast the
precious gold and muttering:--

"Now all the earth is mine. It is mine, all mine. Now I shall rule the

Poor foolish Alberich! He did not know that the best things in this
world are the things which gold cannot buy.

The power of love is greater than the power of gold.

The maidens shrieked and screamed: "Our gold! Our gold! Our precious

Too late! Far, far below, they heard a laugh, the rough, rude laugh of
Alberich, the dwarf.


After that, when the Rhine-daughters came to the rock where the gold had
been, they could not sing their happy song.

Their faces were very sad now, and they said: "Oh, why did Alberich
steal our beautiful gold? It cannot make him happy, for no one can ever
be truly happy who does not know love."

They often sat upon the rocks in the dusk of the evening and cried as if
their hearts would break because they had lost their gold.

"The black waves surge in sorrow through the depths, And all the Rhine
is wailing in its woe."


On a mountain-side, above the banks of the Rhine, lived a family of
splendid giants.

The greatest of the giants was Wotan. He was the king.

They had always lived out of doors, because the king had never been
able to find a giant who was large enough to build such a grand castle
as he wanted for his family.

But one day there came to the mountainside the largest giant Wotan had
ever seen.

His name was Fafner.

He was many times larger than Wotan.

Wotan told Fafner how much he wanted a wonderful castle.

Fafner said: "I will build such a castle for you if you will give me
your sister, Freya."

Fafner wanted to take the beautiful Freya to his own country.

Wotan did not stop to think what an awful thing it would be to lose

His thoughts were of nothing but the wonderful castle.

"Build it, Fafner," said Wotan.

That night Wotan and his family lay down upon their mountain to sleep.

Wotan dreamed of a wonderful stone castle with glittering towers.

He dreamed he saw the castle gleaming in the morning sun.

[Illustration: WOTAN]


It was morning in the beautiful country where the Rhine River flows.

The giants upon the hillside were just awakening from their night's

During the night Fafner had built the wonderful castle.

Wotan's wife was the first to see it.

"Awake, Wotan! Awake!" she cried.

As Wotan opened his eyes he saw the castle upon the summit of the

What a great shining castle it was!

In delight Wotan cried: "'T is finished! And my glorious dream is true!"

All night long Fafner had toiled hard.

He finished just as the morning dawned.

He was waiting now for Wotan to awaken and to give to him the beautiful

He would take her and hurry to his own country.


"While you slept I built the castle," said Fafner. "Now I am ready for
the payment."

"What payment do you want?" asked Wotan.

"What payment do I want?" shouted Fafner. "Surely you have not forgotten
your promise? The price was Freya, and I shall take her home with me."

"Oh, that was only in jest," said Wotan. "I could not think of letting
Freya go. But I shall pay you well for the castle. I shall give you
something else that will be just as good for you."

Fafner grew very angry and screamed:--

"Cease your foolish talk. I built your beautiful stone palace. I drudged
and toiled and heaped the massive rocks. Each stone lies firm and solid
in its place, and I will have my pay!"

"But, surely," said Wotan, "you did not think I meant to give you Freya?
'T is she who feeds us golden apples. No one but Freya knows how to
make them grow. If it were not for her fresh fruits my family would grow
old. They would wither like the autumn flowers."

"Yes," raged Fafner; "I know it is fair Freya's golden apples that keep
you young. But now Freya belongs to me. Nothing else will I have."

Just then Wotan saw his brother, Loki, coming over the mountain.

"Wait, Fafner! Wait until I can talk with my brother about this!"


"Loki, why are you so late?" complained Wotan, when Loki came.

Loki was much excited.

"The Rhine-daughters are in great trouble, Wotan. As I was coming by the
river I heard them weeping and wailing. Black Alberich has stolen their
gold, and I promised them that I would tell you about it. Perhaps you
could help them."

"I have no time for the Rhine-daughters now," said Wotan. "I have
trouble of my own. Tell me how I can save poor Freya!"

For many years Fafner had heard of this lump of gold. So he listened to
all that Loki told. Then he asked: "Why does Alberich want the gold?"

"Because," replied Loki, "the gold can be made into a magic ring; if the
one who would make the ring will forever give up all love, the magic
ring will make its owner master of the whole wide world. Alberich
declared that love was nothing to him if he could have all the gold
he wanted."

To himself Fafner thought: "Perhaps it would be better for me to have
the gold than to have Freya and her golden apples." Then aloud he said:
"Let me tell you what I am willing to do, Wotan. If you will get that
gold for me, I will accept it in place of Freya."

"You rascal!" roared Wotan. "How can I give you gold that is not mine?"

"Very well," said Fafner. "I did not come here to quarrel. Already I
have waited too long. I shall take my pay. Come, Freya, you must go
with me."

Poor, frightened Freya wept and cried aloud as Fafner picked her up and
carried her off over the mountain.

He called back to Wotan and Loki: "I will keep Freya until evening. Then
I shall come again, and if you have that glittering Rhine-gold for me,
then you may have your sister. If you do not give me the gold, then
Freya is mine and I will keep her always."


As soon as Freya was gone, the flowers began to droop their heads.

Wotan and his family began to grow old and gray.

It seemed to Wotan like some awful dream.

Suddenly Loki cried out: "We have not eaten Freya's fruit to-day! Now
she is gone, we shall all wither and die!"

Wotan had stood gazing at the ground, trying hard to think what he
could do to save himself and his family.

"Come, Loki," he said. "We must go to the deep dark kingdom of the
Nibelungs. I must have the gold! Let us go by way of the brimstone
gorge. I cannot go by way of the river. I do not want to hear the
wailing of the Rhine-daughters."

Wotan called back to his anxious family: "Only wait till evening and I
promise I shall bring your lost youth back to you."


"Far, far below the ground are gloomy depths,--
A mighty cavern, rocky, dark and vast."

It was as dark as night down in the kingdom of the Nibelungs, except for
the light which flared from the smoking torches, or glowed in the coals
upon the anvils.

The family of dwarfs were skilled blacksmiths and metal-workers.

From every little niche and corner came the sound of clinking anvils.
Before Alberich stole the gold, the Nibelungs often sang as they worked.

They sometimes made pretty ornaments for their wives to wear or toys for
their little children.

But now Alberich had made the ring of gold which bound them to do his

He had no love in his heart, so he drove and scolded all the time.

He made them work, work, work, both day and night, and all that they
made belonged to him.

So Alberich was daily becoming mightier than ever.


Mimi, who was Alberich's brother, was the best smith in all this swarm
of black slaves.

Alberich forced Mimi to make for him a strange wishing-cap.

It was made of woven steel.

Mimi had to make it just as Alberich said, but Mimi did not know how it
was to be used. When it was finished, Mimi feared it had some
wonderful power, and he did not want Alberich to have it.

He wished he might keep it for himself.

He had worked hard to make it.

"Give me that helmet," said Alberich. "I want you to know, Mimi, that
everything in this cave belongs to me!"

Mimi had to give it up.

Alberich put it on his head. "Now I shall see what magic there is in
this wishing-cap. Come, Night and Darkness!" he called. "Make me so no
one can see me!"

In an instant he was gone, and there was only a cloud of smoke where he
had stood.

"Now, Mimi!" he called, "look sharp! Can you see me?"

"No," gasped Mimi. "I cannot see you at all."

The cloud of smoke moved down the gloomy cave and Alberich's cruel voice
laughed: "Ha! ha! Now I shall make you black slaves work! Now you dare
not be idle, for when you do not see me I shall be watching you!"

His voice sank deeper. "Now I will make you dig, dig, dig, to the very
depths of the earth to bring me gold!"

Mimi was so frightened.

When the cloud of smoke had gone out of sight, he lay down upon the
rocks and cried.


Wotan and Loki swung themselves over the ledge and slid down into the
murky cave where Alberich lived.

Wotan looked around and said:--

"So this is the Kingdom of the Nibelungs! What an awful place it is!"

From far down the passages came the sound of hundreds of slaves melting
and welding precious metals for their master.

"Loki," said Wotan, "I believe it is always dark and gloomy where there
is no love. What is that strange cry I hear?"

"Ho, Mimi, is that you?" said Loki.

"Leave me alone!" cried Mimi.

"Then tell me what you are crying about?"

"Oh," replied Mimi, "that wretched Alberich, with his ring of gold, has
made us all his slaves! With it he drives us down into the earth to dig
more gold. What we get is all his. We slave for him both day and night.

"This curse of gold has filled our cavern with despair. Lately he made
me forge a wishing-cap for him. With it he makes himself so none can see
him. Now we slaves can never rest. _Sh! sh!_ He is coming now!"

Wotan and Loki, peering through the darkness, could see him now and then
as he passed under the light of a flaring torch.

He was driving a swarm of bent black slaves who were carrying great
packs of gold and silver and precious ore upon their backs.

The helmet was hanging at his waist.

In his hand he was swinging a whip and the giants could hear him

"Pile up the gold! Hurry! Hurry, you lazy rogues!"


Suddenly Alberich saw the giants.

"Who is this that dares come into my cave?" he cried. "Mimi, get back to
your work!"

Then to all the other slaves he called:--

"Get below, every one of you! Crawl into your dingy shafts and dig the
gold! Begone, I say! You must obey the master of the ring!"

As soon as the black swarm had crept away, Alberich spoke angrily to
Wotan and Loki. "What do you want in here?"

"We just came to see you," said Wotan. "We hoped you might be glad to
have us. We think you must be a very clever man. We have heard a great
deal about the wonderful things you can do."

This pleased Alberich. He grew very proud and began to boast.

"See all this gold of mine!" he said.

"Yes," answered Loki; "it is the most gold I have ever seen, but what
use is it? It does no one any good in here where nothing useful can be
bought with it."

"I am heaping it up," said Alberich. "Some day, with this same treasure,
heaped and hid, I hope to work some wonders. You shall see! I shall be
master of the whole wide world! Ha! the smoke of Alberich's kingdom
shall smudge even your flowery mountain-sides and your sparkling rivers.
Everybody shall be my slave! Beware of this black Nibelung, I say, for
he shall rule the world!"


Loki was very sly and cunning. While Alberich boasted, he was planning
how he might trick the dwarf and take his gold.

To Alberich he said: "Surely, you will be the mightiest of men. But
suppose that while you sleep, one of your slaves should creep upon you
and steal your ring?"

Alberich smiled. "There is no danger of that," he said. "I will show you
a trick or two. Do you see this helmet? It is a magic helmet. With it I
can make myself so no one can see me, or I can change myself, quick as a
flash, into anything I wish to be. So, you see, I am perfectly safe."

"I never heard of such wonders," answered Loki. "I really cannot believe

"I shall prove it to you," said the dwarf, never dreaming that the sly
Loki was only laying a trap for him. "What form will you have me take?"

"Turn into anything you wish. Only let me see it done and then I shall

Alberich put on the helmet. "Ho! Monster Dragon, come!" And quick as a
flash he turned into a huge dragon.

Loki pretended to be frightened. As the fierce monster squirmed toward
him, he made believe that he was going to rush from the cave.


The dragon vanished and there stood Alberich again.

"Now do you believe?" he asked.

"Indeed, I do," replied Loki. "It is wonderful. But if you could shrink
to some tiny thing, it would be even much more clever, because you could
creep into a crevice and spy upon your enemies. But, of course, getting
small would be too hard a thing to do."

"Only tell me what you would have me be," said Alberich.

"Now I shall catch him," thought Loki. "Could you make yourself as
little as a toad that quickly slinks under the rock when there is
danger near?"

"Ha! Nothing easier," laughed Alberich.

And again putting the helmet on his head he coaxed:--

"Come, little toad! Creep from your cranny!" Alberich was gone, and
there at Wotan's feet hopped the tiny toad.

"Quick, Wotan!" cried Loki.

And in an instant Wotan put his heavy foot upon the toad.

Loki reached down and took the magic wishing-cap.

As soon as the cap was off, the toad disappeared, and there lay
Alberich, held fast by Wotan's giant foot.

"Let me go!" shrieked the dwarf. "Take your foot off of me, this

Wotan calmly answered: "You may go when you have promised all I ask."

"Then what do you want?" groaned Alberich.

"I want all your glittering gold," said Wotan.


Alberich held the ring close under his breast and muttered to himself:
"They may have the gold! What do I care! With this ring I can soon make
my slaves dig more."

Then aloud he said: "You may take the gold. My slaves shall heap it at
your feet."

He slyly slipped his hand to his lips and, kissing the ring, called his
slaves with its magic.

In a moment the little black Nibelungs came in swarms from every shaft,
bearing the precious gold.

Alberich did not like to have them see him under Wotan's foot.

"Heap up the treasure!" he yelled. "Don't stop to stare at me. I am
still your master. Now, crawl back into your shafts and drudge. I am
coming in a minute, and it will not be well for you if I do not find
you digging!"

Trembling with fear, they scurried to the darkest depths.

"Now, there is your gold!" said Alberich. "Give back my helmet and let
me go!"

But Loki quickly tossed the helmet upon the shining heap.

"Take it, then," snarled the dwarf, thinking he could easily, with the
power of the ring, force Mimi to make another, "but let me go, I say!"

"Just wait a minute, Alberich," said Wotan. "That ring I saw glittering
on your finger,--I must have that too."

"The ring!" Alberich screamed in horror. "No, you shall never have the

Wotan's face grew stern.

"That ring does not belong to you. You stole its gold from the
Rhine-children," he said.

"Think twice, Wotan, before you take this ring from me! I warn you now a
curse goes with it."

But Wotan drew the ring from the dwarf's finger, then set him free.

"Farewell, Alberich! Farewell!"

"Ha!" laughed Alberich in scorn. "It will never bring you happiness. Its
owner shall always feel its curse of care, sorrow, and unrest."

Then, turning, he groped his way down the cavern, far poorer than the
day he went stealing along the slippery bed of the river. Then, he had
no gold. Now, he had no gold and no friends.


Wotan and Loki hurried back to the mountain-side with their treasure.

At the same time Fafner returned, bringing Freya.

Already Fafner had made up his mind that if he gave Freya back, he must
have a very great deal of gold.

When Freya again reached her own country, the sun grew brighter, the air
grew sweeter, and the glow of youth came back to the cheeks of Wotan and
his family.

"Here, Fafner, is your gold!" great Wotan cried.

"I am sorry to give Freya up," said Fafner. "Pile up the gold between
her and me. You may keep her if there is gold enough to hide her
completely from my sight. So long as I can see her, I cannot part
with her."

Then Wotan and his family heaped the glittering gold. They piled it as
loosely as they could, but when they had put on all the gold they had,
the greedy Fafner cried:--

"More, more! It is not high enough! Still I can see fair Freya's
shimmering hair. Throw on that shining helmet!"

"Put it on, Loki," commanded Wotan. "There, Fafner, is your pay. Freya
again belongs to me."

"Not yet!" cried Fafner, as he peeped through a space in the heap. "I
can see her eyes through here." Then, pointing to the ring on Wotan's
finger: "Bring that ring and put it in this space."

"Never!" cried Wotan.

Then Loki spoke. "The ring belongs to the Rhine-maidens, and Wotan is
going to return it to them. Already we have given you more than you
should expect, all that shining heap and the helmet besides."

"I will not give you any more!" roared Wotan. "Not all the mighty world
shall take this ring from my finger!"

"Then I shall be gone," said Fafner. "I was afraid you would not give me
enough gold. Freya is mine forevermore."

Wotan's family began to plead for Freya. "She is worth more to us than
all the gold in this world! Without her we must all wither and die!"

It was no use to resist. Wotan knew that he dared not lose Freya.

Taking the ring from his finger, he flung it upon the shining heap.


Fafner gathered up the hoard--the hoard for which he had worked--the
hoard for which he had made so much trouble.

He carried it off to his own country. Now that he had it, he had no
thought of using it.

He wanted it merely for gold's sake; not for the sake of the great, good
things that might be done with it. The only thing he wished to do was to
keep others from getting it.

He heaped it up in a cave in the forest. Then he put on the helmet and
changed himself into a fierce, ugly dragon.

For the love of mere gold he was willing to give up being a splendid
giant, who roamed freely over the beautiful mountains, and to become a
hideous, twisting, squirming monster.

The rest of his life he would lie at the door of the cave and guard the
treasure. The treasure should lie there useless to all the world.

Fafner,--a slave to gold!


As Fafner carried away his treasure, a great storm gathered over the
mountain crest.

The sky grew black. The thunder rolled. Its echoes bounded on from cloud
to cloud, from peak to peak, then rumbled down the valleys to the sea.

Then the clouds drifted away. The setting sun shot its long rays into
the deep valley.

There, arching over the river and reaching from the flowery
mountain-side to the very door of the gleaming castle, stood a shining
rainbow bridge.

"Lo! our castle! Our beautiful Valhalla!" cried the king. "Let us cross
over. It shall be our dwelling-place forevermore."

One by one they stepped upon the bridge.

As Wotan walked slowly and sadly over, he heard the wailing of the
Rhine-maidens in the river below:--

"Rhine-gold! Rhine-gold!
We long for your light!"

"I shall never be happy again," thought Wotan. "I have given my honor
for Valhalla. What an awful price I have paid!"



Many years passed. The giants lived on in their beautiful Valhalla.

But their king was sad.

He could not forget Alberich's curse. What if Alberich should in some
way gain possession of the ring again! He would destroy Valhalla.

"Oh, why was I not brave enough to give the ring back to the
Rhine-children!" sighed Wotan.

"If only it might again be a mere thing of beauty to gladden their
hearts, but so long as it is in the world, how many more will it not rob
of their happiness.

"Surely, some great hero must come who will be brave enough to slay the
dragon and give the ring back to its rightful owners."

Said Wotan to himself, "I shall make a mighty sword, and when the hero
comes, his sword will be ready for him."

Then the great Wotan wrought a matchless sword.

When it was finished, he took it and went into the forest. Straight he
went to the home of the bold robber Hunding.

It was a beautiful moonlight night when he reached Hunding's hut.

From the loud laughter and shouting that Wotan heard as he neared the
hut, he knew that Hunding and his friends were having a merry feast.

Wotan lifted the latch and entered.

The great, rude room was built around the trunk of a mighty ash tree.

The walls were made of roughly hewn logs.

The floors were covered with the skins of wild animals of the forest.

Mats of reeds and grasses hung upon the walls.

The huge fireplace was built of rough stones.

The mighty Wotan scowled upon the crowd.

Then, lifting the gleaming sword above his head, with one great lunging
blow, he buried the bright blade, even to its hilt, in the great ash
tree's quivering side.

Then, turning to the guests, he said:--

"The sword shall belong to him who can draw it from the ash tree's

[Illustration: HE TUGGED IN VAIN]

Though each guest tugged with all his might, he tugged in vain.

In the years that followed, many came and went, and all tried hard to
gain the sword, and still that magic blade slept on within the ash
tree's sheath.


One very dark and stormy night, Siegmund, a brave warrior, wandered
alone in the forest.

That day a desperate battle had been fought.

As the darkness came on, Siegmund escaped from the enemy.

He had lost his weapons, and now he trudged through the pathless woods,
seeking some place where he might find balm for his wounds and shelter
from the raging storm.

He was almost exhausted when he caught sight of a flickering candlelight
in the window of a forest hut.

With the little strength that he had left, he dragged himself to its

No one answered his call, and no longer caring if it were the home of
friend or foe, he opened the door, and staggering in he sank upon
the hearth.

As he looked about him he thought, "This is the home of some forest

A great fire burned in the rude fireplace, and, as he grew warm, being
worn and weary, he sank into a heavy sleep.


As Siegmund slept, the door of the inner room was gently opened and a
beautiful woman stole softly in.

She was clad in snowy white.

Her head was crowned with a wealth of golden hair.

She had heard Siegmund as he entered the room, and, thinking her
chieftain had returned from the hunt, she came to greet him.

Instead she saw a stranger on the hearth, and, drawing near, she saw
that his face looked sad and troubled.

"Who are you?" she asked, but Siegmund did not stir.

Then she knelt beside him and looked into his face.

It was the strong, noble face of a hero.

"He sleeps," she said. "How weak and weary he seems. Perhaps he has been
wounded or is faint from hunger."

Siegmund roused and asked for water.

The woman ran quickly, and, bringing a cup of cold water, held it to his
parched lips.

Siegmund drank. Then, gazing into the woman's kind face, he gasped:
"Where am I?"

But, with a startled look, she stood in silence, listening to the heavy
tread outside the door.


The next moment the chieftain entered and glared fiercely at Siegmund.

The woman hastened to say: "I found this stranger lying on our hearth.
He was faint and needed help."

"And did you give it?" growled the chieftain.

"I gave him water. I could not drive him out into the stormy night."

The chieftain grew dark with anger as he said: "Because it is the sacred
law of my country that none shall be turned from the door who seek
shelter from the night, this intruder may stay until the morning. Then
he shall fight for his life."

Siegmund knew now that he was in the house of the fierce Hunding.

Taking the woman by the arm, Hunding led her from the room, and Siegmund
was left alone to think how he might save himself.

Long he leaned upon the hearth in troubled silence. Then, knowing he
must flee, he turned toward the door.

That moment the last flickering light of the dying fire flashed upon the
hilt of the magic sword in the ash tree.

Siegmund saw it, and, springing forward, he grasped its hilt. Then,
bracing himself against the tree, with one mighty pull, behold! he drew
the bright blade from its sheath.


Wotan gathered to Valhalla a company of nine war-maidens. They were
called the Walkuere.

They were strong, beautiful young women, who rode through the clouds
upon swift horses.

The horses could not only run on the ground; they could fly through the

The maidens wore wings upon their helmets, and each wore a splendid
silver armor which glittered and flashed in the sunshine.

Wherever there was a battle on the earth, Wotan would send a
battle-maiden for the most valiant hero on the field.

The maiden would fly over the battlefield and watch while the warriors

When the bravest man was wounded, she would quickly swoop down, and,
snatching him up, would fly with him to Valhalla, where he was revived
by fair Freya.


Sometimes, when evening came, every one of the war-maidens rode into
Valhalla carrying a noble hero.

This was Wotan's plan for protecting the palace.

After a while he would have at the castle a company of the bravest
heroes of the earth.

He hoped he would then be happier.

The heroes would protect the beautiful Valhalla in time of danger.


Morning dawned.

The king of the giants went forth from his castle and called Brunhilde,
his favorite battle-maiden.

He loved Brunhilde more than any other of the Walkuere.

She was the bravest of them all.

He loved her as a father loves a daughter.

"Brunhilde," said Wotan, "to-day there is to be a fearful battle. The
fierce Hunding is to fight with my dearest friend--the valiant Siegmund.

"Long have I wished to have my noble friend at Valhalla. Fly, Brunhilde,
to the battlefield. Give to Siegmund the victory. Carry him here to
dwell upon the heights."

At that moment Wotan's wife rushed to them in great anger.

"Wotan," she cried, "Siegmund must not be brought to Valhalla. I ask
that my friend, the forest chief, shall be given aid. Send Brunhilde to
bear Hunding to our castle."

"No," replied Wotan, "I must protect Siegmund. He it is who won my

"Take the sword from him," replied Wotan's wife in rage. "I plead for
Hunding's rights. Promise me that you will forbid your war-maiden to
give aid to Siegmund."

Wotan's heart ached at the thought of failing this friend he loved so

On Siegmund were centered all his hopes. Yet he feared to refuse his
wife's request.

Quarrels and strife must not come into Valhalla.

He threw himself upon a rocky seat and hung his head and thought in

At length he said:--

"I promise. From Siegmund I withdraw my aid."


Now that Wotan's wife had gained his promise, she turned back to

Wotan buried his face in his hand and cried out in despair:--

"Oh, woe and shame upon the giants! What I love best I must give up. I
lose the friend I hold most dear. All my hopes are vanishing. A short
time and the giants will be no more."

Loudly he moaned: "This is the curse that clutched me when I snatched
the glittering gold."

Brunhilde knelt at Wotan's feet, and, looking into his sad eyes

"Tell me, Father, what thy child can do. Trust me, Father!" she pleaded.
"Tell me all your woe."

Wotan took her hands in his and told her the story of the ring.

How he had taken it from the finger of the dwarf.

How he had stooped to trickery and had stolen the gold with which to pay
for Valhalla.

He told of the sad hearts of the Rhine-daughters, and of the greedy
Fafner, lying at the door of his forest cave, guarding his hoard.

But last of all, he told of the dread of Alberich's curse.

He told of his fear that the black Nibelung might regain the ring and by
its power destroy Valhalla.


When Brunhilde had heard the story of the curse, she said:--

"But, Father, Alberich could not destroy Valhalla. Think of all the
heroes gathered there. Surely, they can protect it from all danger."

"Brunhilde, my child," sighed Wotan, "you do not know the power of that
ring when it is in the hands of Alberich. Once he gains it, he can do
with it what he will, because he has given up all love. With it, he
could turn my friends into enemies. Our heroes would then fight
for Alberich.

"I have long hoped that a hero might come who would be brave enough to
slay the dragon. I hoped it might be Siegmund. But now I must desert him
in his time of need. Though it breaks my heart, I must give him up.

"Darkness and gloom are fast gathering upon Valhalla. Go, Brunhilde. Go
quickly to the battlefield and shield my wife's friend."

"No, no, Father, I cannot!" cried the battle-maiden. "You love Siegmund,
and I shall guard him well."

At these words the mighty Wotan grew wrathful and cried:--

"How dare you disobey me, child? Go, I say! Give to Hunding the victory,
and thus fulfill my promise."

Sadly Brunhilde took up her spear and shield and rode away to the


Closely Brunhilde watched the struggle.

When she saw how fairly and valiantly the noble Siegmund fought, and how
unfair and cowardly was the wicked Hunding, she thought:--

"I shall obey my king's wishes, not his words. He loves Siegmund."

She hovered nearer as the battle grew more terrible.

Suddenly she dashed to Siegmund's side and cried:--

"Slay him, Siegmund, with your matchless sword!"

Siegmund raised his sword to deal the deadly blow, when lo! Wotan dashed
through a rift in the clouds and struck Siegmund's sword with his
mighty spear.

The sword fell in pieces at the feet of Brunhilde. The victory belonged
to Hunding.

Brunhilde, terrified by the angry Wotan, snatched up the broken pieces
of the sword, and, springing to her saddle, dashed away.

Faster and faster she fled to the forest, bearing the broken blade to
Siegmund's wife.

"Siegmund is slain!" she cried. "These are the pieces of his mighty
sword. Keep them for your son, Siegfried. He will be brave like
his father.

"Yes, Siegfried will be the bravest hero the world has ever known."

Then, springing again to her saddle, she fled toward the mountains.

"On! on! my fiery steed!" she urged.

No battle-maiden ever rode so fast.

If she could but reach the other battle-maidens before the wrathful
Wotan overtook her, surely, they would protect her from his anger.


It was the custom for the battle-maidens to meet at Walkuere Rock every
evening at sunset. This was the highest peak in the mountains. From
here they would ride into Valhalla, each carrying the hero whom she had
snatched from the battlefield.

"Heiho! hoyotoho! heiho!" called each as she neared the peak, and
"Heiho! hoyotoho! heiho!" came the answer.

At length all but one had reached the rock.

"Why does Brunhilde not come?" they asked of each other anxiously.

"What has happened that she should be so late?"

Loudly they called: "Heiho! hoyotoho! heiho!"

Looking toward the valley, they saw Brunhilde riding fast.

Her horse was flecked with foam.

"Heiho! hoyotoho! heiho!" they shouted; and "Heiho! hoyotoho! heiho!"
came Brunhilde's answer.

She reached the peak and sprang from her saddle, crying:--

"Help me, Sisters! help me! I disobeyed our king!"

Even as she cried Wotan drew near.

"Where is Brunhilde?" he screamed in anger.

The skies grew black with the storm of his wrath.

"Every one of you who dares to shield her shall share her punishment."

Brunhilde, weeping, walked out from her hiding-place among her sisters.

Sinking at Wotan's feet she cried:--

"Here I am, Father. What punishment is mine?"

Wotan spoke in solemn tones:--

"Never again shall you see the beautiful Valhalla. Never shall you carry
another hero to your king.

"You shall lie down upon this mountain peak, and here you shall sleep
until some wanderer in passing shall awaken you, and his wife you
shall be."

"You cannot mean it, Father! Anything but this! Never to see Valhalla?
Never to ride with the Walkuere? Father! Father! Take back these words of
doom!" Brunhilde's sisters began to plead for her.

"Go!" he cried, "every one of you. Leave Brunhilde to me!"

Frightened by great Wotan's awful wrath, they spurred their horses and
dashed away to Valhalla.


Slowly the storm clouds drifted away. The twilight came.

Still Brunhilde lay in fear and grief at Wotan's feet.

At length she lifted her sad eyes to Wotan and cried:--

"Was it so wrong, this thing that I have done? 'T is you who taught me
to shield the brave and the true. I only sought to care for one
you loved."

"Brunhilde, you disobeyed me. I have told you what your punishment shall
be. I cannot change it."

"Then grant me, Father, this one wish: that you will make the place
where I sleep so no coward can reach me. Make it so none but a hero will
dare come near."

Then, taking Brunhilde in his arms, he said:--

"I grant your wish, my child. I shall encircle the place with magic
fire. Only he who knows no fear may claim you for his bride."

Then Wotan kissed Brunhilde upon each eyelid, and she fell fast asleep.

Gently he bore her to a mossy mound beneath a spreading fir tree.

Laying her down, he looked long and lovingly upon her sweet, brave face.

He drew her helmet close over her eyes, and laid her shield upon her

The flowers went to sleep.

Brunhilde's noble steed lay down and slept.

"Farewell, my child, most brave and beautiful!
Thou life and light of all my heart, farewell!
Pride of my soul, farewell, a long farewell!"


Wotan strode a few steps away from where Brunhilde slept, then struck
the rock with his mighty spear.

Red flames shot up, leaping almost to the sky. They were magic flames
and would not harm any one.

But they looked like real fire, and none but a hero would dare go into

They would frighten away all cowards.

Wotan walked around the peak, drawing a line with his spear.

From every place the spear touched the fire burst forth, until at length
the mound where Brunhilde slept was entirely encircled by lurid flames.

Great Wotan looked upon his work. Then he turned and called to all the
mountains and the valleys below:--

"Whoso dareth Wotan's spear,
Whoso knoweth naught of fear,
Let him burst these flames of war,
Let him leap this fiery bar!"



The cunning Mimi secretly longed to steal out into the world and find
that magic ring.

One night when all the other little Nibelungs were asleep, he slipped
stealthily to his forge.

He gathered up his best tools.

Making sure that all were soundly sleeping, he stole quietly out.

What surprise and excitement there must have been the next morning when
the little black Nibelungs found that Mimi had run away and had taken
all of his best tools with him!

How they must have rushed about, each anxious to tell another the news
of the missing Mimi!

Of course, Alberich guessed very quickly for what purpose his brother
had gone.

And how Alberich must have raged when he thought of what a sad day it
would be for him should Mimi become owner of that ring!

Mimi was strangely clever.

He said to himself: "That ring is hidden somewhere in the forest. I will
go there and search until I know who has it. Then I will find some way
of getting it."

On he went, until he came to the darkest place in the woods.

The boughs overlapped each other, so much that almost no sunshine could
get through.

Mimi liked this place. It was soothing to his eyes, so used to the
darkness of the Nibelungs' cavern.


Mimi had found the very forest which he sought to find.

This was the one in which the dragon lay guarding the hoard.

The sly dwarf caught a glimpse of the huge monster lying at the door of
its cave.

Its great yawning jaws and sharp teeth filled him with terror.

Mimi darted into the underbrush. How glad he was that the monster had
not seen him.

He shook and trembled with fear as he peeped at the loathsome creature.

Its body was covered with green scales. Poison breath came from its

Its awful snake-like tail twisted and lashed about. In the end of the
tail was a deadly sting.

"Alberich's ring is in that cave," thought Mimi. "Now close to this
forest I must find a good little cavern in which to live.

"Then I can come often to watch the dragon.

"Some day I shall find a hero to slay this fierce monster. Then I shall
slink into the cave and snatch the ring.

"Ho! ho! my brother Alberich! We shall see who shall be master and who
shall be slave!"


Mimi found a cavern in a rocky cleft. It was just the kind of place he

In it was just the right kind of rock for a forge.

There he hammered at weapons or chains or whatever happened to be his

Daily he sneaked about in the underbrush, watching the dragon, and daily
he became more anxious to gain the gold.

He was such a coward that he was frightened at almost every animal he
saw in the woods and startled by every sound.

One day, when he had ventured farther from his cave than usual, he was
startled by a strange little cry.

He listened a moment and thought:--

"It sounds like the cry of a little child. I shall run to my cave."

But as he heard the cry again, something made him want to see what it

He slipped cautiously through the bushes, in the direction from which
the sound came.

When he reached the place he found a little baby boy.

This was the same forest to which Brunhilde had fled, bearing the broken
sword to Siegmund's wife.

But now the mother had died, and Siegmund's child was left alone in the


Mimi was mean and selfish.

He would not even have cared for a little child alone in the woods had
he not thought that by so doing he might gain something for himself.

As he looked at the baby he heard a strange voice saying:--

"Siegfried is his name, and only he who knows no fear can mend the

"The sword? The sword?" questioned Mimi. "What does the voice mean?"

Going nearer to the child, he saw close beside it the broken pieces of
Siegmund's sword.

Mimi picked up the pieces and looked at them.

"The finest piece of steel I ever saw," he chuckled, as he ran his
fingers carefully along the keen edges.

Then he cried aloud in joy.

"At last I have found the hero! This little baby is the son of some
valiant warrior. These are the broken pieces of the warrior's sword.
Such luck for Mimi!

"The boy will be a warrior like his father. I shall take him to my cave
and take good care of him.

"When he is grown up I will make him pay me for my care and pains. He
shall slay the dragon. Then I will take the ring."

He lifted the little baby as gently as he knew how, and started toward
his cave.

Again he heard the same strange voice:--

"Siegfried is his name, and only he who knows no fear can mend the

"Ha! ha!" chuckled Mimi. "That voice does not know what a skillful
smith Mimi is.

"I will mend the sword and Siegfried shall use it to slay the dragon."

He folded the baby close in his rough, black little arms.

"A few more years, a few more years," he gurgled in glee, "and Mimi's
hands shall clutch the precious gold."


Mimi took good care of Siegfried.

When the boy had grown large enough to play about in the woods, Mimi
made for him a little silver horn.

Siegfried loved all the birds and the wild animals.

He knew they were his best friends, for something in Mimi's face always
showed him that the dwarf was false.

Siegfried would wander out into the forest with his silver horn swinging
from his shoulder.

He would blow his little horn song, and his forest friends would hear
the call and come to play with him.

He watched the birds as they built their nests.

He listened to the father bird as he warbled his pretty little love

How sweetly he sang to the mother bird while she sat upon the nest!

And when the little eggs had told their secret, both the father and the
mother birds carried food to the babies.

Siegfried saw how tenderly the mother foxes, wolves, and bears cared for
their babies.

From these friends in the forest he learned what love is.

Never for all the world would he have stolen one baby from its mother.

But it was when he watched the love-light in the eyes of the mother deer
that he would shut his eyes and try to dream that he too had a
loving mother.


Mimi always pretended to be Siegfried's father, and he pretended to love

But Siegfried knew there was no love in Mimi's heart.

Daily Siegfried grew larger and stronger.

Mimi continually boasted of his work at the forge.

Often he said: "No one in this world can make such marvelous swords as

Siegfried urged him to make one sword after another, but as fast as they
were made the boy would shatter them to bits with one blow on the
dwarf's forge.

Then he would cry in disgust: "Nonsense, Mimi. Your swords are mere
toys. Just like little switches.

"Either make me a good strong sword or quit your bragging."

Mimi always kept the pieces of Siegmund's sword carefully hidden.
While Siegfried roamed through the woods, the dwarf would work for hours
trying to mend the magic blade, but its hard steel would never yield
either to his fire or his hammer.

Mimi grew tired and discouraged.

"I can never mend it," he groaned.


Siegfried grew to be a young man.

Often he saw his reflection in the water, and he said:--

"I am not Mimi's son. The babes in the forest all look like their
parents. I do not look like Mimi."

Siegfried's reflection showed him a fearless face with large, honest

About the face fell a wealth of waving, sunny hair.

One day, as he studied this reflection and thought of the blinking,
sneaking little black Mimi, he said:--

"I will endure his falsehoods no longer. I know he is not my father.
This very day I am going to make him tell me who I am!"

Lifting his silver horn, he blew a loud blast.

Out of the woods came one of his good friends, a great brown bear.

"Come, Bruin," said Siegfried.

And he put a rope around Bruin's neck.

"We will go to Mimi's cave and we will make him tell us all we want to

Siegfried led the big bear to the mouth of Mimi's cave.

When the cowardly Mind saw the bear, he crouched behind the forge and

"Take him away! Oh, Siegfried, take him away!"

"Eat him, Bruin," laughed Siegfried, as Mimi trembled with fear.

The bear growled at Mimi.

"Oh! keep him off!" gasped Mimi.

"I shall," said Siegfried, "if you will promise to answer all I ask."


"I will! I will! I will tell you anything you want to know," stammered

Siegfried untied the rope.

"Good-bye, Bruin," he said, as he gave him a friendly slap on the back,
and the big bear trotted off to the woods.


Mimi and Siegfried sat down upon the rocks in the cave, and Mimi told
how he had found the baby in the woods and how he had brought him to
the cave.

Mimi put in many words of how much Siegfried owed for all this care and

"Thou givest me always trouble and pain,
I wear to shreds poor foolish me!
Now, for my care, this is my gain,--
Only abuse and hate from thee."

Siegfried looked straight into Mimi's eyes.

He tried to see if Mimi were telling the truth.

"How did you know my name was Siegfried?" he asked.

Then Mimi told of the strange voice which said:--

"Siegfried is his name."

But not once did the dwarf mention the sword.

"You cowardly little wretch!" cried Siegfried. "You have told me so
much that is not true that I can never believe you.

"How do I know that this is not another of your miserable falsehoods?

"Prove to me that this is true, or I shall make you sorry that you ever
saw me. Prove it to me, I tell you!" cried Siegfried, as he grasped the
shrinking dwarf by the shoulders.

"I will! I will!" gasped the frightened Mimi; and he brought out the
broken sword.


Siegfried looked at the sword.

Then handing it back to Mimi, he said:--

"Mend it for me, Mimi! Mend it! Now is your chance to prove your skill!"

"I cannot! Oh, I cannot!" groaned Mimi; and he gasped out the rest of
what the voice had told him:--

"Only he who knows no fear can mend the sword."

Siegfried took the broken pieces to the forge and began filing them to

"Stop, Siegfried, stop!" cried Mimi. "You will ruin that blade!"

But Siegfried kept on filing.

He sang as he worked, until the pieces were filed to dust.

Then he melted the dust and poured the hot liquid into a mould the shape
of a blade.

When it had hardened, he took it out and sharpened it.

Then he welded the blade to its hilt.

"Ha! ha!" chuckled Mimi. "At last the sword is mended.

"Now I will show Siegfried the dragon. He will not know a ring is in the
dragon's cave.

"When the dragon is dead, the ring shall be Mimi's.

"Mimi, you are no longer the despised little Nibelung. You are the king
of the earth."

Joyously Siegfried waved the bright blade above his head.

He brought it down with all his strength upon the forge, and with a
mighty crash the huge rock fell in pieces.

Mimi sank in terror to the ground.


"Get up, you coward!" cried Siegfried.

"Now tell me what that thing is that I do not know. Fear? What is fear?
Why did you not teach it to me?"

The wicked dwarf slipped to Siegfried's side.

"I will teach you. Come with me. I will show you a horrible serpent,
lying at the door of Hate Cavern.

"There you will learn what fear is, if you can learn it any place in
this world.

"Have you never seen anything that made you shiver from head to foot and
made your heart beat fast?"

"I never have," calmly answered Siegfried. "Take me quickly, Mimi. I am
ready to learn."

At every step Mimi chuckled to himself:--

"The ring is mine! At last the ring is mine! Now all the world shall
kneel at my feet!"

"When he had gone as far as he dared, he pointed out the rest of the way
to Siegfried.

"Just through here," he said. "And I shall go back now. When the dragon
sees you it will be a terrible struggle! I shall wait anxiously for you,
my Siegfried!"

But as Siegfried vanished from sight, he rubbed his black hands together
and laughed:--

"Ah, it will be luck for Mimi if Siegfried and the dragon kill each


When Siegfried had gone on a little way, he stretched himself upon a
grassy mound beneath a tree to rest and think.

Looking up through the branches at the clear sky, he cried:--

"I am free! Free! Never again will I go back to that loathsome

A bird in the tree began singing its sweet wood-song.

"How do you do, my little feathered friend!" said Siegfried. "I am sure
what you are singing is very sweet, but I cannot understand your words."

Then Siegfried cut a reed near by, and putting it to his lips, tried to
whistle answers to the little bird's notes.

His music did not sound much like the song of a bird.

"I give it up, my little friend," he said, and threw away the reed.


"I will blow you a song on my silver horn," said Siegfried to the bird.

"I often blow this little song. It is my call for a comrade. I long for
one. None better have ever come to me than the bears and foxes."

Loudly he blew his horn.

Soon there was a great crackling in the underbrush. The huge dragon
came, lashing its deadly tail, gaping its red jaws, and blowing out
poison fumes.

"Ho!" laughed Siegfried. "What a fair comrade I have charmed from his
cave! You savage brute, are you going to teach me what fear is?"


"I am going to eat you!" hissed the dragon, glaring at Siegfried and
thrusting out its long forked tongue.

Siegfried quickly drew his sword.

Snorting fire and smoke from its nostrils, the monster raised to strike
a deadly blow.

Siegfried sprang forward; a flash of steel, and his blade sank to the
monster's heart.


As Siegfried drew his blade from the breast of the dying dragon, a drop
of its black blood fell on his finger.

It burned like fire.

Siegfried quickly put his finger in his mouth.

The instant the dragon's blood touched his lips, a change came over him.

He could understand the words of the little bird singing in the tree:--

"Now the gold is Siegfried's!
Now all the gold is Siegfried's!
Go into the cave, Siegfried!
Go in! Go in!
Find the helmet and the ring!
The helmet and the ring are Siegfried's!
Take them! Take them! Take them!"

Siegfried went through the brush in the direction from which the monster
had come.

When he found the cave, he peered in.

All was deep, dreary darkness, but Siegfried had not learned fear.

He went in and found the gold, the helmet, and the ring.

But he did not need the gold. Its weight would only hinder him.

He looked upon the wishing-cap, but surely no one could turn into
anything better than a hero, and Siegfried was already a hero.

What use could he have for a wishing-cap?

A hero does not try to make believe he is something which he is not.

He is brave enough to be just himself.

But the little bird fluttered at the door of the cave.

"Take the helmet and the ring, Siegfried! Take the helmet and the ring!"

"I will obey my little friend," said Siegfried.


The sly, wicked Mimi came slinking to the place where the dragon lay.

When he saw it lying dead under the trees, he looked about for
Siegfried, but Siegfried was nowhere to be seen.

"Now I shall rush in and snatch the ring! At last I shall have my pay
for all these years of trouble with that rogue I hate!"

But scarcely had Mimi turned toward the dragon's cave when suddenly
Alberich sprang before him.

"You sly, crafty rascal!" cried Alberich. "What do you want here? Ha! I
have caught you at your sneaking tricks! Long have I guarded here! You
shall not steal my gold! Get back to your murky cave."

But Mimi screamed:--

"You shall not have the gold! 'T is mine! Long years have I toiled and
waited! The gold is mine, I say!" "Yours?" Alberich snarled in scorn.
"Yours? You snatched it from the Rhine-daughters, did you? You paid the
price to mould that ring?"

And Mimi raved:

"Who made the helmet, that wondrous cap that in a flash can change a man
into anything he wants to be?"


While Mimi and Alberich quarreled, Siegfried came from the dragon's
cave, bearing the helmet and the ring.

He heard no sound save the rustling of the leaves and the song of the

Again he sat down in the shadow of a tree.

"Little bird, can you not help me to find a true friend?" asked

"Each year you have your mate and your little birdlings in the nest. You
sing songs with the other birds.

"I have never known a father or a mother, a sister or a brother. I am

"Is there nowhere in all this world some one whom I may love? Some one
who will love me?"

Then the wood-bird began to sing a pretty love-song of a maiden sleeping
on the crest of a mountain, encircled by fire.

Sweetly he sang:--"Only he who knows no fear may claim her for his

Siegfried sprang to his feet. "I do not know fear. I have tried with all
my might to learn it. Oh, help me to find the mountain where
she sleeps!"

The little bird flew away in the opposite direction from where the
wicked Nibelungs stood quarreling, and Siegfried joyously hurried after.


A heavy storm arose as Siegfried and the bird neared the foot of the
mountain where Brunhilde slept. There were peals of deep thunder.

The sky grew very dark. The great boughs of the trees swayed with the

Siegfried took shelter under a low spreading fir.

The storm did not last long, and as the light again broke through the
clouds, Siegfried looked about for his little guide, but all in vain.
The bird had fled.

Siegfried started on up the mountain, when suddenly the giant Wotan
stood before him.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Wotan.

Siegfried replied:--

"I am going to the top of this mountain. There a maiden lies sleeping. I
will awaken her, and she shall be my bride."

"Go back to your forest!" commanded Wotan. "This mountain is encircled
by fire."

And stretching forth his arm, he barred the path with his mighty spear.

Siegfried quickly drew his sword from its sheath.

"This is the magic spear that rules the world!" said Wotan. "Put away
that sword, or the spear that once shattered it will shatter it again!"

"Ha!" cried Siegfried, "then you were my father's foe!"

There was a flash of Siegfried's blade, then a crash that echoed over
mountains and valleys, and Siegfried had shattered Wotan's spear. It lay
in splinters on the ground.

Wotan stepped aside and sadly bowed his head upon his breast.

He knew this meant the downfall of the giants. No longer would the earth
be ruled from fair Valhalla's heights.


Siegfried hurried up the mountain-side.

The fierce flames leaped as if to meet him.

They grew redder, and lapped their fiery tongues.

Siegfried bounded toward them with joy.

Lifting his silver horn to his lips, and blowing his Comrade Call so
sweet and clear, he plunged into their depths.

The maddened flames leaped and crackled as if to devour him.

But on he went, blowing his horn, until at length the sea of flames
slowly sank to earth.

The redness of the sky gave way to blue, and all grew clear and

Siegfried looked upon the sleeping figure.

All the world seemed wrapped in silence. Not a leaf moved on the trees.

There was not a sound to mar that perfect sleep.

Siegfried looked in wonder at the shining coat of mail.

"It is some valiant knight," he whispered.

"How heavy seems the armor. It should be lifted so that he may rest

Carefully Siegfried lifted the glittering shield and laid it to one

Eagerly he raised the helmet. There fell a mass of waving golden hair.
"A burst of glorious sunshine," whispered Siegfried.

Then he sought to loosen the rings that held the coat of mail.

Finding it difficult, he drew his sword and cut them.

The shining armor fell jingling to the ground.

The soft white folds of her woman's gown fell loosely about her.

Siegfried started back and stared in silence.

He trembled from head to foot.

He pressed his hand to his fast-beating heart.

"At last!" he cried. "At last! I know what fear is."


At length Siegfried went softly to Brunhilde's side.

He stood and looked upon her sweet, heroic face, and love came into his

Bending low, he tenderly kissed her.

Brunhilde slowly opened her eyes.

She looked up at the blue sky and the smiling sun, and cried:--

"All hail to thee, thou glorious sun in heaven!"

The flowers slowly opened their petals, the birds began to sing.

Brunhilde's horse awoke and neighed his glad call.

Brunhilde looked upon Siegfried.

Slowly her memory returned.

As she remembered Wotan's words: "Only he who knows no fear may claim
you for his bride," she knew at last her hero had come.

She looked into Siegfried's strong, brave face, and as he told her of
his love, she no longer wished to go back to Valhalla.

She knew that she loved Siegfried with all her heart, and she promised
to be his bride.

She told him that she would always be happy when she was by his side.



One very dark night, three Norns came to the mountain crest to spin.


If you had seen them, you would have called them witches.

They spun the thread of fate.

They were very, very old. The eldest was almost as old as the world.

They were tall and gaunt, and wore long black gowns.

Their faces and hands were deep-wrinkled with age, and their hair was as
white as the snow.

They had come up from the great, dark earth-hole, where they lived, and
now they crouched upon the rocks to spin their thread.

The eldest was the first to spin the thread, and as she spun, she sang a
song about the past, when Wotan and his happy family lived out of doors
upon the mountain-side.

She sang of the time when he split from the world's ash tree the piece
of wood from which he made the magic spear, which had ruled the world
for so many hundreds of years.

She sang of Freya's apples, and of the strength and youth of the giant

At length her voice wavered, the strange, weird song ceased, and she
tossed the thread to the second Norn.


As the second Norn took the thread in her worn hands, she crooned a
sorrowful song about the present.

She sang of Alberich and the stolen gold. Of the love that he had given
up in order to make the ring.

She sang of Wotan and how he grasped the ring and carried it into the
world, bringing with it Alberich's curse.

Then she told of Fafner.

Mournfully she sang:--

"It has robbed all who have had it of their freedom and happiness.

"It has brought envy and discontent to those who have struggled to gain

"Now Wotan's magic spear is splintered.

"Oh! How this gold has tangled all my threads!" she wailed.

Her long, gaunt fingers pulled and worked at the knots, but all in vain.

She could not straighten out the snarls.

"Sing, oh, my Sister, sing!" she cried. "You know what the end will be."

And she tossed the snarled threads to the third Norn.


The third Norn took up the thread.

Twisting and untying, she sang of the future.

She sang of the downfall of the giants.

She sang of the time when Wotan and his family would be no more, and
bright Valhalla's halls would be only a ruin.

"But, Sisters, look!" she cried. "The day is dawning. We must make

She tugged at the thread. The knots grew tighter.

"Oh, see!" she cried. "I cannot make it reach."

Another pull, the thread snapped.

The three Norns wailed.

Then, snatching up the broken ends of their thread of fate, they
vanished in the gloom.


The days went by. Siegfried and Brunhilde were perfectly happy upon the

One day they decided that Siegfried should go forth to do brave deeds in
the world.

He would come back when he had won honor and fame.

He told Brunhilde how anxious he would be to get back to her, and that
he would come just as soon as he could.

Brunhilde told Siegfried how lonely she would be without him, and how
she would listen both day and night for the glad call of his
silver horn.

Siegfried took Brunhilde's hand and put the ring upon her finger,

"This, Brunhilde, shall stay with you. It shall be a pledge of my love
until I come again."

Brunhilde gave Siegfried her swift horse. On it he should ride to great

Siegfried led the horse down the mountain.

Every little way he looked lovingly back at Brunhilde.

They called and waved to each other until he passed from sight.

And after that Brunhilde listened to the clear notes of his silver horn,
until at length its last faint echo died away.


Siegfried had been away several days.

Brunhilde sat looking far out over the valley.

She was thinking of Siegfried and of how he was proving his courage to
the world.

She lifted her hand to her lips and kissed the ring, Siegfried's pledge
of love.

"Heiho! hoyotoho! heiho!" came from the valley below.

Brunhilde sprang to her feet with the answer:--

"Heiho! hoyotoho! heiho!"

Could it be that one of her sisters was coming to see her?

Was it possible that one of the Walkuere would so far dare Wotan's wrath
as to venture to the mountain's crest?

Nearer came the call:--

"Heiho! hoyotoho! heiho!"

And a battle-maiden came in sight.

Brunhilde was very happy to see her sister again, but the battle-maiden
looked sad.

She brought bad news from Valhalla.

She and Brunhilde sat down upon the rock, and the battle-maiden told the
sad story of the last days of the giants.

"Brunhilde," she said, "Wotan does not know that I have come. Valhalla
is in deepest gloom.

"Wotan has never sent us to a battlefield since that day when we last
saw you.

"Not long ago he came home with his magic spear broken into splinters.
He sat down and buried his face in his hands, and there he sits day
after day.

"He tell us the giants are passing from the earth. A little while and
Valhalla shall be no more.

"He refuses all of Freya's golden fruit. He has grown very old and very

"Yesterday I heard him say, 'Oh! if Brunhilde would only give the ring
back to the Rhine-daughters, and release the world from the terrible
curse of gold!'

"And, Brunhilde, I have come to beg of you, will you not give the ring
back to the Rhine-daughters?"

Brunhilde clasped the ring close to her breast.

"Give the ring to the Rhine-daughters?" she cried.

Then she looked far away toward the valley----and Siegfried.

"This ring of mine is Siegfried's pledge of love!"


The next morning Brunhilde stood upon Walkuere Rock and watched the
glorious sunrise.

Suddenly she heard the glad notes of Siegfried's silver horn.

"Siegfried! Siegfried!" she cried in joy, and hurried down the mountain
to greet him.

All the earth seemed as glad as at that glad time when Siegfried came to
Walkuere Rock to claim Brunhilde for his bride.

But Brunhilde was not altogether happy.

She could not forget the sorrowful news which her sister had brought, of
the gloom at Valhalla.

So, after their first glad greeting, they sat down upon the rocks, and
Brunhilde told Siegfried the sad story of the ring, from the time when
Alberich snatched it from the Rhine-daughters, until the day Siegfried
took it from Hate Cavern.

Then, hand in hand, they went, the valiant Siegfried and the noble
Brunhilde, to the banks of the Rhine.

They called to the Rhine-daughters and the Rhine-daughters came out upon
the rocks.

With a glad shout, Brunhilde flung the ring into the water.

The Rhine-daughters darted after it.

In a moment they came again to the surface of the water.

At last they held their precious, glittering

The happiest song that ever echoed along the banks of the Rhine was sung
by the Rhine-daughters on that glad morning.

* * * * *

Once more gold had become as harmless as a sunbeam.

Hurry, worry, falsehood, greed, and envy vanished from the earth.

Anxiety disappeared from the brows of the tired fathers.

A new happiness came into the eyes of the loving mothers.

A greater power than gold or giant strength had come to rule the world,
and that power was Love.


The author would not have you think that when you have read this little
book you know all that Richard Wagner told about Siegfried.

When you are older, do not fail to read _The Rhine-Gold, The Walkuere,
Siegfried_, and _Goetterdaemmerung,_ as Richard Wagner told them.

You will enjoy them more because of having read these little stories.

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