"Thou hast the appearance of that bold knight of whom all have heard. There can be no braver in the world, and if thou art not he I know not who thou art," Gunther answered, and, unseen by Siegfried, he motioned his sister to leave the hall before they entered it. "These lands and people are mine," he continued, leading the way. "This great hall is my heritage, and my kinsmen are legion. I give all to you; share all with me. Let us dwell together in peace." At this saying a beautiful light came into Siegfried's face. "I have neither kinsmen nor lands," he answered, much moved; "but I have this good sword, Nothung, which I forged myself and it, with my life, shall be thine." Thus they made a compact of brotherhood. "Dost thou not own the treasure of the Nibelungen, then?" Hagen asked. "True, but when I won it I let all but the ring and the Tarnhelm lie. I cared naught for the gold." He held up the Tarnhelm for them to see. "Aye, 'tis the Tarnhelm!" Hagen cried. "Thou hast only to set it on thy head to be transformed into what thou wilt. Put it on thy head and wish it so, and thou wilt be transported in a trice to other lands. But there is also the ring----" "Aye," Siegfried said tenderly; "but that is held by a woman," Hagen and Gunther looked at each other, meaningly, for they knew he spoke of Bruennhilde. "Brother, call Gutrune to bring Siegfried a refreshing drink," Hagen said, and Gunther opening the door called to his sister who came out and offered the magic drink to the knight. No sooner had he drunk, than he raised his eyes to thank Gutrune and beholding her, loved her. "I drink to thee, dear Bruennhilde," he had been about to say, but looking, he loved another. "What is thy sister's name?" he asked of Gunther in a low voice, scarcely daring to speak for fear his love would depart. "Gutrune." "I must have her for my wife. Hast thou not a wife, Gunther--why hast thou none?" he said, not waiting for one question to be answered before asking another. "Alas, I have no wife because I have set my heart on one I may not have. I long for Bruennhilde, the Valkyrie maid who lies surrounded by fire--and I may not cross the flame." "What! Is that thy only reason for being lonely? Then thou shalt have thy Bruennhilde. If Gutrune may be mine, I will win thy Bruennhilde for thee. Wearing the Tarnhelm I shall change my shape to thine, and as thy brother go through fire for thee and bring forth the maid." "Ah," the Gibichung cried, joyfully; "our oath of brotherhood upon that! Gutrune shall be thine, thou ours, Bruennhilde mine." Thus it was agreed. Hagen filled a drinking horn, while the two men cut their arms and let their blood mingle in the cup. Having drunk, they swore fidelity in the drink, and Hagen cut the horn in two with a single blow, while Siegfried and Gunther joined hands. Putting on his armour again, Siegfried declared they should at once go forth and win Bruennhilde for Gunther. "Wilt thou not rest, first?"