No More Learning

_ Look there!
There where the cloud creeps up upon the moon.

_Dectora. _ What is there but a troop of ash-grey birds
That fly into the west?

[_The scene darkens, but there is a ray of light upon
the figures. _

_Forgael. _ But listen, listen!

_Dectora. _ What is there but the crying of the birds?

_Forgael. _ If you'll but listen closely to that crying
You'll hear them calling out to one another
With human voices.

_Dectora. _ Clouds have hid the moon.
The birds cry out, what can I do but tremble?

_Forgael.
_ 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;
They're crying out. Can you not hear their cry--
'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 carry
torches. _]

_Aibric. _ We have lit upon a treasure that's so great
Imagination cannot reckon it.
The hold is full--boxes of precious spice,
Ivory images with amethyst eyes,
Dragons with eyes of ruby. The whole ship
Flashes as if it were a net of herrings.
Let us return to our own country, Forgael,
And spend it there. Have you not found this queen?
What more have you to look for on the seas?

_Forgael. _ I cannot--I am going on to the end.
As for this woman, I think she is coming with me.

_Aibric. _ Speak to him, lady, and bid him turn the ship.