Scene 2
Up in the heavens, the home of the gods
GINNY: Wotan, husband! Wake up!
HARRY: *dreaming* I dream...about purple teddy bears...ooh! Candy cane! Thank you, Mr. Teddy Bear!...
GINNY: *kicks Harry* Arise! Arise and reflect on your actions!
HARRY: *wakes up and sees Walhalla, the castle on the hill* Ah, it is finished! The two giants have done their work well! Strong and beautiful stands the castle of the gods, for all to see! Hehrer, herrlicher Bau! (Sublime, wonderful building!)
GINNY: And do you not remember how we promised to pay the giants...?
HARRY: No...
GINNY: You promised to give them my sister! How dare you! And now they will come and they will torment her!
MRS. MALFOY: *runs in* Help! Help! Fasolt is here, and he wants to carry me off as his sweetheart! Help me, sister, brother-in-law!
GINNY: *glares at Harry*
(Suddenly, with an enormous BANG from the orchestra, Ron and Voldemort (Fasolt and Fafner) stroll in.)
RON: While you all closed your eyes in sleep, we two built the castle without rest. We piled up heavy rocks, we built the strong towers and the tall gates. Now move into your new home and give us our reward!
HARRY: Are you quite mad? We cannot give up one of our number!
GINNY: But remember, Wotan, you so foolishly sealed the bargain on your spear! Now you cannot go back on your word, and we shall never see Freia again!
RON: Exactly. Hand her over!
MRS. MALFOY: Hepl! Help! Wotan verlässt mich! (Wotan is abandoning me!)
VOLDEMORT: *to Ron* Now, listen here, you lovesick fool. Do you remember Alberich the Nibelung? Word has it he has a lot of gold. Ask Wotan to give the gold to us. Having Freia the goddess will not benefit us at all.
HARRY: You're nuts. Forget it. You can't have Freia, and you can't have the Nibelung's gold. Name another reward.
RON: I don't want gold. I want Freia.
HARRY: Hey! I SAID, forget it!
RON: No way. You swore on your spear! *grabs Mrs. Malfoy* Come here, maiden! Follow us!
MR. WEASLEY: *rushes in* Zu mir, Freia! Meide sie, Frecher! Froh schützt die Schöne! (To me, Freia! Leave her alone, scoundrel! Froh will protect the beauty!)
SIRIUS: *brandishes his hammer* Fasolt und Fafner, gefühltet ihr schon meines Hammers harten Schlag? (Fasolt and Fafner, have you ever felt the hard blow of my hammer?)
HARRY: Peace. We do not want to fight. Loge (Lo-geh, not Loje) will be here soon to solve the problem.
GINNY: I don't see why you trust him. He's a liar and a bunch of words that I can't say because goddesses aren't supposed to use profane words.
VOLDEMORT: *to Ron* How can I make you understand that we do not need Freia? Accept Wotan's gold, if not Alberich's!...come to think of it, actually, it would be good to take Freia only for a short time. That way, we could do some damage to the gods. Freia grows the golden apples of youth, and if we take her for only a while, the gods will already be seriously affected.
RON: *sigh* Well...okay, I guess so...
MR. MALFOY: *appears in a burst of flame*
HARRY: Finally, Loge! Counsel wisely, now; you struck a bargain with these giants. Now find a way to compromise.
MR. MALFOY: What? What bargain? I promised Freia to them if they built the castle exactly to our requirements. Since dawn, I have been examining every stone in the edifice. Not one block is loose in its place. The giants have proved trustworthy, and I have kept my word. Nicht müssig war ich, wie mancher hier; der lügt, wer lässig mich schilt! (I did not stand idle, like many here; he lies, he who calls me lazy!)
HARRY: Fool and knave! We cannot give up Freia! We told you to search for another reward for the giants! Did you?
MR. MALFOY: *sigh* Immer ist Undank Loge's Lohn! (Ingratitude is always Loge's reward!) I searched every corner of the earth to find a suitable payment for the giants. Everywhere that living things stirred: the ocean, the high mountains, the desert, the thick forests. I questioned all, I left out no detail, and now I have come to the conclusion that men and beasts value nothing more than the worth and delight of women. As I passed over the Rhine river, I saw three weeping mermaids. They turn to you, Wotan, for help. I promised them to notify you, and now I have fulfilled my promise.
HARRY: But I have too many problems myself! How can I help them?
GINNY: See in what a deceitful snake of a trickster you have placed your trust?
MR. WEASLEY: Loge heisst du, doch nenn' ich dich Lüge! (You are called Loge, but I now call you Liar!)
SIRIUS: Cursed fire! I will quench you with my thunderstorms!
HARRY: Leave my ally in peace. You do not know his concealed art. Give him his own space, and he will help us. What else did you find?
MR. MALFOY: Alberich, who stole the Rhinemaidens' gold, has made the gold into a ring. As we all know, a Rune makes the ring. No one but he who has renounced love can win the ring.
GINNLY: Could my husband get the ring?
MR. MALFOY: If he renounces love, yes. *notices Harry making a face* Das sparst du wohl? (That displeases you?) Well, there is still a way to get the Ring and perhaps use it as a substitute for Freia.
VOLDEMORT: You see, dear brother Fasolt? We shall get a reward after all.
RON: *scowls*
HARRY: We can still get the Ring?...so rate, wie? (Advise, how?)
MR. MALFOY: Durch Raub! (We shall steal it!) Come, we shall go down and get the Ring from Alberich. Without his ring, he is powerless over his treasure. We could use it then to pay.
RON: Very well. On one condition: we are taking Freia with us. We will not harm her. We'll bring her back by sunset, and we want you to have the ransom ready. Otherwise, she stays with us forever.
GINNY: *screams*
RON: Hieher, Maid! In unsre Macht! Als Pfand folgt du uns jetzt, bis wir Lösung empfahen! (Here, maiden! In our power! You follow us now as hostage, until we get our ransom!)
MRS. MALFOY: *screaming in the distance* Brüder! Schwester! Rettet! Helft! (Brothers! Sister! Save me! Help!)
MR. MALFOY: Uber Stock und Stein zu Tal stapfen sie hin...durch des Rheines Wasserfurt stapfen die Riesen... (Over stick and stone to the valley they go...through the Rhine's waters the giants are wading...) heia! Hei! How quickly they stagger away! Freia hangs unhappily from Fasolt's shoulders!...*turns around* And how are you, blessed gods?
(All the gods have mysteriously aged since Mrs. Malfoy went offstage.)
MR. MALFOY: Trügt mich ein Nebel? Neckt mich ein Traum? (Does some mist deceive me? Does some dream tease me?) How withered you all look!
GINNY: Wehe! Wehe! Was ist geschehen? (Woe! Woe! What happened?)
MR. MALFOY: I see...I see what has happened! You have not eaten Freia's fruit today. The golden apples in her garden kept you vigorous and young. Now, with the orchard-keeper gone, the apples are dying. I do not feel this effect as much, because Freia was always stingy towards me with the godly fruit.
HARRY: We have no choice. Freia the good must be rescued! Come with me, Loge! You must help!
GINNY/MR. WEASLEY/SIRIUS: YEAH! YOU GOT US INTO THIS MESS!
MR. MALFOY: So shall we go down to Nibelung-land through the Rhine?
HARRY: Er...not through the Rhine!
MR. MALFOY: Very well then. Durch die Schwefelkleft. (Through the sulphur-cleft.)
(Harry and Mr. Malfoy go offstage and a yellow cloud fills the scene.
Up in the heavens, the home of the gods
GINNY: Wotan, husband! Wake up!
HARRY: *dreaming* I dream...about purple teddy bears...ooh! Candy cane! Thank you, Mr. Teddy Bear!...
GINNY: *kicks Harry* Arise! Arise and reflect on your actions!
HARRY: *wakes up and sees Walhalla, the castle on the hill* Ah, it is finished! The two giants have done their work well! Strong and beautiful stands the castle of the gods, for all to see! Hehrer, herrlicher Bau! (Sublime, wonderful building!)
GINNY: And do you not remember how we promised to pay the giants...?
HARRY: No...
GINNY: You promised to give them my sister! How dare you! And now they will come and they will torment her!
MRS. MALFOY: *runs in* Help! Help! Fasolt is here, and he wants to carry me off as his sweetheart! Help me, sister, brother-in-law!
GINNY: *glares at Harry*
(Suddenly, with an enormous BANG from the orchestra, Ron and Voldemort (Fasolt and Fafner) stroll in.)
RON: While you all closed your eyes in sleep, we two built the castle without rest. We piled up heavy rocks, we built the strong towers and the tall gates. Now move into your new home and give us our reward!
HARRY: Are you quite mad? We cannot give up one of our number!
GINNY: But remember, Wotan, you so foolishly sealed the bargain on your spear! Now you cannot go back on your word, and we shall never see Freia again!
RON: Exactly. Hand her over!
MRS. MALFOY: Hepl! Help! Wotan verlässt mich! (Wotan is abandoning me!)
VOLDEMORT: *to Ron* Now, listen here, you lovesick fool. Do you remember Alberich the Nibelung? Word has it he has a lot of gold. Ask Wotan to give the gold to us. Having Freia the goddess will not benefit us at all.
HARRY: You're nuts. Forget it. You can't have Freia, and you can't have the Nibelung's gold. Name another reward.
RON: I don't want gold. I want Freia.
HARRY: Hey! I SAID, forget it!
RON: No way. You swore on your spear! *grabs Mrs. Malfoy* Come here, maiden! Follow us!
MR. WEASLEY: *rushes in* Zu mir, Freia! Meide sie, Frecher! Froh schützt die Schöne! (To me, Freia! Leave her alone, scoundrel! Froh will protect the beauty!)
SIRIUS: *brandishes his hammer* Fasolt und Fafner, gefühltet ihr schon meines Hammers harten Schlag? (Fasolt and Fafner, have you ever felt the hard blow of my hammer?)
HARRY: Peace. We do not want to fight. Loge (Lo-geh, not Loje) will be here soon to solve the problem.
GINNY: I don't see why you trust him. He's a liar and a bunch of words that I can't say because goddesses aren't supposed to use profane words.
VOLDEMORT: *to Ron* How can I make you understand that we do not need Freia? Accept Wotan's gold, if not Alberich's!...come to think of it, actually, it would be good to take Freia only for a short time. That way, we could do some damage to the gods. Freia grows the golden apples of youth, and if we take her for only a while, the gods will already be seriously affected.
RON: *sigh* Well...okay, I guess so...
MR. MALFOY: *appears in a burst of flame*
HARRY: Finally, Loge! Counsel wisely, now; you struck a bargain with these giants. Now find a way to compromise.
MR. MALFOY: What? What bargain? I promised Freia to them if they built the castle exactly to our requirements. Since dawn, I have been examining every stone in the edifice. Not one block is loose in its place. The giants have proved trustworthy, and I have kept my word. Nicht müssig war ich, wie mancher hier; der lügt, wer lässig mich schilt! (I did not stand idle, like many here; he lies, he who calls me lazy!)
HARRY: Fool and knave! We cannot give up Freia! We told you to search for another reward for the giants! Did you?
MR. MALFOY: *sigh* Immer ist Undank Loge's Lohn! (Ingratitude is always Loge's reward!) I searched every corner of the earth to find a suitable payment for the giants. Everywhere that living things stirred: the ocean, the high mountains, the desert, the thick forests. I questioned all, I left out no detail, and now I have come to the conclusion that men and beasts value nothing more than the worth and delight of women. As I passed over the Rhine river, I saw three weeping mermaids. They turn to you, Wotan, for help. I promised them to notify you, and now I have fulfilled my promise.
HARRY: But I have too many problems myself! How can I help them?
GINNY: See in what a deceitful snake of a trickster you have placed your trust?
MR. WEASLEY: Loge heisst du, doch nenn' ich dich Lüge! (You are called Loge, but I now call you Liar!)
SIRIUS: Cursed fire! I will quench you with my thunderstorms!
HARRY: Leave my ally in peace. You do not know his concealed art. Give him his own space, and he will help us. What else did you find?
MR. MALFOY: Alberich, who stole the Rhinemaidens' gold, has made the gold into a ring. As we all know, a Rune makes the ring. No one but he who has renounced love can win the ring.
GINNLY: Could my husband get the ring?
MR. MALFOY: If he renounces love, yes. *notices Harry making a face* Das sparst du wohl? (That displeases you?) Well, there is still a way to get the Ring and perhaps use it as a substitute for Freia.
VOLDEMORT: You see, dear brother Fasolt? We shall get a reward after all.
RON: *scowls*
HARRY: We can still get the Ring?...so rate, wie? (Advise, how?)
MR. MALFOY: Durch Raub! (We shall steal it!) Come, we shall go down and get the Ring from Alberich. Without his ring, he is powerless over his treasure. We could use it then to pay.
RON: Very well. On one condition: we are taking Freia with us. We will not harm her. We'll bring her back by sunset, and we want you to have the ransom ready. Otherwise, she stays with us forever.
GINNY: *screams*
RON: Hieher, Maid! In unsre Macht! Als Pfand folgt du uns jetzt, bis wir Lösung empfahen! (Here, maiden! In our power! You follow us now as hostage, until we get our ransom!)
MRS. MALFOY: *screaming in the distance* Brüder! Schwester! Rettet! Helft! (Brothers! Sister! Save me! Help!)
MR. MALFOY: Uber Stock und Stein zu Tal stapfen sie hin...durch des Rheines Wasserfurt stapfen die Riesen... (Over stick and stone to the valley they go...through the Rhine's waters the giants are wading...) heia! Hei! How quickly they stagger away! Freia hangs unhappily from Fasolt's shoulders!...*turns around* And how are you, blessed gods?
(All the gods have mysteriously aged since Mrs. Malfoy went offstage.)
MR. MALFOY: Trügt mich ein Nebel? Neckt mich ein Traum? (Does some mist deceive me? Does some dream tease me?) How withered you all look!
GINNY: Wehe! Wehe! Was ist geschehen? (Woe! Woe! What happened?)
MR. MALFOY: I see...I see what has happened! You have not eaten Freia's fruit today. The golden apples in her garden kept you vigorous and young. Now, with the orchard-keeper gone, the apples are dying. I do not feel this effect as much, because Freia was always stingy towards me with the godly fruit.
HARRY: We have no choice. Freia the good must be rescued! Come with me, Loge! You must help!
GINNY/MR. WEASLEY/SIRIUS: YEAH! YOU GOT US INTO THIS MESS!
MR. MALFOY: So shall we go down to Nibelung-land through the Rhine?
HARRY: Er...not through the Rhine!
MR. MALFOY: Very well then. Durch die Schwefelkleft. (Through the sulphur-cleft.)
(Harry and Mr. Malfoy go offstage and a yellow cloud fills the scene.