Plays of Near Far | Page 7

Lord Dunsany
has bidden them go again to the
Golden Hoards. Her impulses have demanded it.
MOOMOOMON: Then there is no reason in her impulses.
ZOON: They do not come from reason.
MOOMOOMON: So I said.
ZOON: They come from Fate.
MOOMOOMON: From Fate!
[There is a hush at this. OOMUZ comes nearer and kneels down.
OOMUZ: Oh, Masters, Masters. If there be anything greater, greater
than the Queen, speak not of it, Masters, speak not its name.
ZOON: No, Oomuz. We need nothing greater.
OOMUZ: The name frightened me, Mighty Highness.
ZOON: Yes, yes, Oomuz; there is only the Queen.
MOOMOOMON: No, there is nothing greater than the Queen, and she
has no need of anything more than the treasure that he guards there.
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.
[He hums a song. They all lift up their heads from their listlessness.
MELIFLOR (wonderingly): That is a song that is new.
ZOON: Yes, it is new to me.
MELIFLOR: It is like an old song.

ZOON: Yes, perhaps it is old.
MELIFLOR: What is the song?
ZOON: It tells of love.
THE PRINCES: Ah-h!
[They seem to wake as though young and strong out of sleep. There is a
great commotion among them. The sentries outside are utterly unmoved.
OOMUZ, without sharing any of the excitement of the Princes, now
nods his head solemnly as he had once shaken it.
MOOMOOMON: Love! It must have been that that I felt that day in
the twilight as I came back round the peak of Zing-gee Mountain.
XIMENUNG: You felt it, Moomoomon? Tell us.
MOOMOOMON: All the air seemed gold, seemed gold of a sudden.
Through it I saw fair fields, glittering green far down, glimpsed
between clumps of the heather. The gold was all about them, yet they
shone with their own fair colours. Ah, how can I tell you all I saw? My
feet seemed scarce to touch the slope of the mountain; I too seemed one
with the golden air in which all things were shining.
XIMENUNG: And this was Love?
MOOMOOMON: I know not. It was some strange new thing. It was
strange and new like this song.
MELIFLOR: Perhaps, it was some other strange new thing.
MOOMOOMON: Perhaps. I know not.
ZOON: No. It was Love.
MOOMOOMON: And then that evening in the golden light I knew the
purpose of Earth and why all things are.

XIMENUNG: What is the purpose, Moomoomon?
MOOMOOMON: I know not. I was content. I troubled not to
remember.
ZOON: It was love.
XIMENUNG: Let us love.
OTHERS: Aye.
HUZ: Aye, that is best of all.
MELIFLOR: No, Princes. The best is idleness. Out of the idle hours all
good things come.
HUZ: I will love. That is best.
MELIFLOR: It is like all things, the gift of the idle hours. The workers
never love. Their fancies are fastened to the work they do, and do not
roam towards love.
ALL: Love! Let us love.
MELIFLOR: We will love in idleness and praise the idle hours.
XIMENUNG: Whom will you love, lord of the shimmering fields?
MELIFLOR: I have but to show myself loitering by lanes in the
evening.
XIMENUNG: I too will be there.
MELIFLOR: And when they see me ...
XIMENUNG: They will see me too ...
MELIFLOR (rising): Behold me.

XIMENUNG: So I do.
MELIFLOR: Will they look towards you when this is there?
XIMENUNG: Are birch-trees seen at dawn fairer than
Continue reading on your phone by scaning this QR Code

 / 35
Tip: The current page has been bookmarked automatically. If you wish to continue reading later, just open the Dertz Homepage, and click on the 'continue reading' link at the bottom of the page.