No sooner had the reddeners touched the first hero with their red colour, shifting between deep sleep and restful alertness,
than nine red valkyries - wishing-girls of the awakening consciousness - clad in red garments, red helmets and red breast-plates, came chasing near on red horses over fiery ways through the air.
Armed with red shields, red swords and spears they invaded the nightly black-white-red mountain and gave a red potion from red tumblers to the armed men who woke up from deep sleep, and to those who fell asleep.

The valkyries were followed by red eagles, fanning red winds in the unbounded mountain-hall.

Then the eagles turned into red cocks, sat down on elevated places and watched over the growing salty thought-streams.
After some time the red cocks turned into crows and proclaimed to those bound by fate the means to attain freedom.

Whenever one of the black or white valkyries served a drink to one of the heroes, at once a red wishing-girl appeared and gave him her red potion.
And wherever the hooves of her horse touched the ground, red benevolent sour sources sprang up.