[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.