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But Brunnhilde had heard Fricka laugh as she mounted her chariot, the which boded no good thing to her father Wotan; and as she approached him she saw that he leaned his head on his hand in great heaviness, and was as one utterly cast down.
"Father, father, what is it? " she said. "What sorrow holds thee? Never have I seen thee so."