Opera Stories from Wagner

Florence Akin

Capitolo 13


Already Fafner was decided that if he gave again Freya, he owes
has a very great quantity of gold.

When Freya reached again his/her his/her own country, the sun grew more diamond, the air
more dessert grown, and the shine of youth returned to the cheeks of Wotan and
his/her family.

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

"I am sorry to abdicate Freya said Fafner. "You accumulate on the gold among
his/her and me. You can hold if there is gold enough to hide her/it
entirely from my sight. So long how I can see her/it, I cannot divide
with her."

Then Wotan and his/her family piled up the bright gold. They stacked him to Them as
freely as them they were able, but when they had I handed everything of their gold they had,
the avid Fafner cried:--

"More, more! Enough is not tall! I can still see equitable Freya
bright hair. Throw on that bright helmet!"

"I handed him/it, Loki", commanded Wotan. "Fafner, is there, Your you pay. Freya
again it belongs to me."

"Not yet!" Cried Fafner, as he peered at through a space in the heap. "ME
you/he/she can see here his/her eyes through." Then, sharpening to the ring on Wotan
finger:  "Hands that ring and puts him/it in this space."

"Never!" Cried Wotan.

Then the ray of Loki. "The ring belongs to the Rhine-young girl, and Wotan is
going to return him/it to them. Already us gle him we have given more than
you/he/she should wait him, everybody that the bright heap and the helmet besides."

"I won't give him some more!" Roared Wotan. "Not all the mighty world
will take this ring from my finger!"

"Then I will have gone", said Fafner. "I was afraid you would not give me
enough gold. Freya is always mine."

The family of Wotan started to beg for Freya. "You are worth more for us that
the whole gold in this world! Without her we owe all withers and dies!"

It was not any use to withstand to. Wotan knew that he challenged doesn't lose Freya.

Taking the ring from his/her finger, him the flung it on the bright heap.


A SLAVE TO GOLD

Fafner gathered on the heap--the heap for which he had worked--the
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