Chapter 61

_Enter_ FRIGGA.

KRIEMHILD.

How, nurse? Art seeking me?

FRIGGA.

I seek for none.

KRIEMHILD.

Then is there something wanted for the Queen?

FRIGGA.

There is not. She needs nothing.

KRIEMHILD.

Nothing still? But can she not forgive?

FRIGGA.

I do not know! She has had no occasion to forgive; She never was offended. I heard horns. Is there a hunt?

KRIEMHILD.

Hast thou then ordered it?

FRIGGA.

I--No!

[_Exit_.]