Moomoomon: Yes, let us drum all together. I will give the word. All together and she will run from the palace. We will go after and our cloaks will stream behind us.
Huz: Brave! And our scabbards will show bright beneath them.
Meliflor: No, I will give the word. When she flees from the palace I will follow her first. Crowd not about my cloak as it streams in the wind. We must throw up our heels as we run to make our shoes twinkle. We must show gaily in the little street. Afterwards we can run more easily.
Huz: Aye, in the street we must run beautifully.
Moomoomon: I think that I should give the word when we rattle our scabbards and all drum with our heels; but I waive the point. But I do not think that the Queen can run far. She has never left the palace. How could she run over the moor as far as Aether Mountain. She will faint at the end of the street and we shall come up with her and bow and offer her our assistance.
Meliflor: Good, good. It would be cold and rocky on Aether Mountain.
Moomoomon: The Queen could never go there over the moor.
Huz: No, she is too dainty.
Ximenung: They say she could.
Meliflor: They; what do they know? Common workers. What should they know of queens?