Alberich, in the flush of power, enters, driving before him with brandished whip a host of Nibelungs from the caverns.
Alberich was the most hideous of all the black, ugly little Nibelungs.
And Alberich and his dwarfs were faithful to the hero who had shorn them of their treasure, and served him for evermore.
Before Alberich stole the gold, the Nibelungs often sang as they worked.
It was plain that Alberich wished to strike him unawares, for many minutes passed in utter silence.
But now Alberich had made the ring of gold which bound them to do his will.
Meanwhile Alberich climbs out of a dark ravine on to a rock.
While Alberich boasted, he was planning how he might trick the dwarf and take his gold.
While Mimi and Alberich quarreled, Siegfried came from the dragon's cave, bearing the helmet and the ring.
Alberich was gone, and there at Wotan's feet hopped the tiny toad.