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Unto what country do they fly?

FORGAEL.

To unimaginable happiness.
They have been circling over our heads in the air,
But now that they have taken to the road
We have to follow, for they are our pilots;
And though they're but the colour of grey ash,
They're crying out, could you but hear their words,
'There is a country at the end of the world
Where no child's born but to outlive the moon. '

[_The SAILORS come in with AIBRIC. They are in great
excitement. _

FIRST SAILOR.

The hold is full of treasure.

SECOND SAILOR.

Full to the hatches.

FIRST SAILOR.

Treasure and treasure.

THIRD SAILOR.

Boxes of precious spice.

FIRST SAILOR.
Ivory images with amethyst eyes.

THIRD SAILOR.

Dragons with eyes of ruby.

FIRST SAILOR.

The whole ship
Flashes as if it were a net of herrings.

THIRD SAILOR.

Let's home; I'd give some rubies to a woman.

SECOND SAILOR.

There's somebody I'd give the amethyst eyes to.

FIRST SAILOR.

Let's home and spend it in our villages.

AIBRIC.

[_Silencing them with a gesture. _]

We would return to our own country, Forgael,
For we have found a treasure that's so great
Imagination cannot reckon it.
And having lit upon this woman there,
What more have you to look for on the seas?

FORGAEL.