[The two last times he cries it with a hollow voice, after having
disappeared among the rocks, and the last time of all evidently farther
away than the other. Immediately thereupon a noise is heard among the
rocks, as of distant thunder.

HOTHER, and presently NANNA.

HOTHER (casts away the horn). Accurs'd be thou, thy horn, and all thy
magic!
Is Hother fearful? Does he crave in battle
The aid of warlocks and of arts ignoble?
Is not my arm sufficient? Ha! I'll show thee!

[He is going; but NANNA meets him at the entrance of the scene.

NANNA. Where now?

HOTHER. I go to dare the wrath of Balder.

NANNA (affrighted). Ah!

HOTHER. His stern look may teach me how to tremble.

NANNA. O Heaven!

HOTHER. Hold me not!

NANNA (anxiously and affectionately). Where now, my Hother?