However, as soon as they had touched the first hero with their blackening colour, nine deep-blue valkyries - wishing-girls
of the sleeping consciousness - clad in deep-blue garments, and with deep-blue helmets and deep-blue breast-plates, came chasing near on deep-blue horses over dark ways through the clouds and through the air.
Armed with deep-blue shields, swords and spears they invaded the nightly dark mountain and gave the deeply sleeping warriors a dark potion from deep-blue tumblers.

The valkyries were followed by deep-blue eagles, which fanned dark winds in the whole cavern.
Then they turned into deep-blue cocks, sat down on elevated places and watched over the sleep of the heroes.

After some time the cocks turned into crows and proclaimed to the blind the means by which they could gain their sight again.

Then the wishing-girls of silence rode away, followed by their wind-birds - like shadows, like they had come.
And wherever the hooves of their horses touched the ground, dark healing sources sprang, on which deep-blue water-lilies grew.

After the blackeners had left the dark cave, the deep dark night came to an end.