HARTZEL-- Life his faith? Just so; but-- But circumstances, Canzler. If we knew-- WIGLAF--He thinks I've been a scoundrel. HARTZEL-- I don't say. I don't say that, for I don't know. WIGLAF-- Don't know! (_Back through the trees to the left, Selma is seen going toward the cottage._) FRITZ-- (_Shouting in Hartzel's ear._) He says you think he's been a scoundrel? Think That's why they tried to kill him? HARTZEL--(_In amazement._) Why--why--no: I did not hear, Wiglaf; your back was turned. SELMA-- (_Holding up her basket._) I found them, Father. See? I said I would. WIGLAF--That island, Canzler, where they say our race Rebuilt its kingdom, who knows aught of it? CANZLER--No word has reached us from that far off land. WIGLAF--It used to live in gleemen's songs, but now-- CANZLER--Old men recall it as a forgotten thing. (_Selma enters the cottage._) WIGLAF--In what sea lies it? CANZLER-- Where the Frankish land Looks toward the setting Balder, I have heard. WIGLAF--And does this river off here empty near it? CANZLER--First flowing through wide forests and high rocks. (_Wiglaf walks to and fro thoughtfully._) HARTZEL--I don't doubt you've been wronged, Wiglaf. I don't Doubt that they're arming. What I do say is Who knows it is against us? WIGLAF-- Wait and see. HARTZEL--It may be they are mustering a host To take the East again. Nigh forty years Ago now, Frederic Red-beard--Canzler here Remembers; he was young then--mustered Nigh on to four score thousand, Canzler? CANZLER-- About. HARTZEL--And they were not against us. WIGLAF-- (_Taking up the bundle and starting right._) Farewell, all. CANZLER--Where are you going, Wiglaf? WIGLAF-- There's no place In all this land for Wiglaf. CANZLER-- Don't say that While that roof stands. WIGLAF-- It won't stand long, Canzler. FRITZ-- (_Clenching his hands._) 'Twill stand till he won't need it any more. WIGLAF--Wild deer shall listen and no foot be heard. CANZLER--Have you forgotten your inspired word? (_Fritz and Rudolph exchange glances._) WIGLAF--But centuries may pass ere that child comes. (_Selma comes from the cottage and begins to gather dry leaves and chips about the doorway. She is singing to herself and her voice comes faintly through the trees._) CANZLER--Or in these hard days have you, too, lost faith In Woden? WIGLAF--Wiglaf lose faith in Woden! O chief!