OOMUZ: There is one thing more.
MOOMOOMON: More? What is that?
OOMUZ: There is one thing more. The Queen needs one thing more. This has
been told us and we know.
MOOMOOMON: What is it?
OOMUZ: How should we know that? None knows the need of the Queen.
[OOMUZ _returns to guard his heap._
ZOON: What think you, Oomuz? What think you is this need of the Queen?
[OOMUZ _shakes his head about three times._ PRINCE OF ZOON _sighs._
SEVERAL PRINCES (_together wearily_): Heigho.
MELIFOR: Take comfort in our heritage, illustrious comrades. Come! We
will drink to the sun.
SOME: To the sun! To the sun! (_They drink._)
MELIFLOR: To the golden idle hours! (_He drinks._) Let us be worthy,
glorious companions, of our exalted calling. Let us enjoy the days of
idleness. Sing to us, mighty one of Zoon, as the idle hours go by. Sing
us a song.
MOOMOOMON (_idly_): Yes, sing to us.
ZOON: As you all know, I can but hum. But I will hum you a song that I
heard yesterday; very strange it was; sung in the meadows by two that
were not of our people; sung in the evening. I heard it as I loitered
home from the meadows beyond the marshes. There is no ease in the song,
and yet ...
MOOMOOMON: Hum it to us.
ZOON: They sang it together, the two that were not of our people.
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