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Waltraute: (#voc?: [perhaps a reference to #79 or #80 or other Fricka music from V.2.1?]) Hear and reflect on what I now tell you (:#voc? [#79 or #80 or other Fricka music?]). (#81(?):; #voc?: – [possibly one of the Norns’ refrains in T.P?]) Since he and you were parted, Wotan has sent us no more into battle (:#81; :#voc? [perhaps a Norn refrain from T.P?]); (#81(?)) Lost and helpless we anxiously rode to the field (#77?) (#81(?)>[[ #164: ]]) The lord of the slain avoided Valhalla’s valiant heroes (:#81>#164): (#53: [i.e., #83a?]; #voc?:) alone on his horse, (#83:) without rest or repose, (#54: [i.e., #83b]) he rode the world as the wanderer (:#voc?; :#83). (#151? [is this Wotan’s octave drop on “das Ende!” from V.2.2?]; #20a with #42’s harmony:) He came home of late (:#151?); (#20b [heard as an impressive cadence, perhaps a compressed vari of the compound motif #20b/#12, which foretold the gods’ destruction after Hagen’s birth in V.2.2, but is missing #12 in this instance?]) in his hand he was holding (#21:) his spear’s (#20a with #42 harmony) splintered (#151? [is this Wotan’s octave drop on “das Ende!” from V.2.2?]) shards (:#21): (#87 tympani; #voc?: [this music is heard elsewhere: what is it??]) they’d been shattered by a hero (:#87 tympani; :#voc??). (#20a with #42 harmony? [repeat of the orchestral figure heard above, which may be a compressed vari of the compound motif #20b/#12 heard in V.2.2 when Wotan told Bruennhilde that her mother Erda had told him the gods’ end would not be long delayed once Alberich’s son Hagen is born, and he was leaving Hagen heir to the world he now despises, and heard perhaps also in R.3 when Alberich warned Wotan to beware the day when his hoard rises from silent depths to the light of day?]) With a silent sign he sent Valhalla’s warriors into the forest to fell the (#146) world ash-tree; (#151 or wotan’s “das Ende!”?; #20a with #42 harmony [a motival prediction of Hagen bringing about the twilight of the gods]) (#87 tympani?:; #115:; #20 in trumpet triplets: [is this #20e?]) he bade them pile up the logs from its trunk in a towering heap round the hall of the blessed immortals. (#20/#115 >>>>: [Which segment or segments of #20 are in play here? This sounds like a new vari or segment of #20 expressing a sense of crisis, which foreshadows Valhalla burning?]) He convened the council of gods; his high seat he solemnly took and on either side bade the anxious gods be seated, inviting the heroes to fill the hall in their circles and rows (:#20/#115). (#? [a four-note figure, repeated several times, provides an awesome, noble cadence to the above]; #20c) So he sits, (#87 plus #87 tympani:) says not a word, silent and grave (#87:) on his hallowed seat (:#87), with the (#27 or #36 or #116?:) splintered spear (:#27 or #36 or #116?) held tight in his hand (:#27 or #36 or #116?); (#29 vari:) Holda’s apples he does not touch (:#29 vari) (#19 hint?):

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