Oozizi (rises, listening anxiously): It sounded ... to come from the Hall ... of the Hundred Princes.
Queen: They were never heard here before.
Oozizi: Lady, never.
Queen (anxiously): What can it mean?
Oozizi: I know not, lady.
Queen: Sound never troubled our inner chamber before.
Oozizi: All is quiet now.
Queen: Hark! (They listen.)
Oozizi: All is quiet.
Queen: Sound from beyond our wall, Oozizi. How it disturbs. I could not rule over the green fields if sounds came up to me from the further halls full of their strange thoughts. Why do sounds come to me, Oozizi?