_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_.]