Oozizi: What is calling, lady? Nothing calls.
Queen: It is calling, Oozizi.
Oozizi: Oh, lady, all is silent. No one calls.
Queen: It is calling for me now, Oozizi.
Oozizi: No, no, lady. What calls?
Queen: Aether Mountain is calling. I know now who called my mother. It was Aether Mountain, Oozizi; he is calling.
Oozizi: I—I scarce dare look out of the golden palace, lady, to where we must not go. Yet, yet I will look. (She peers.) Yes, yes, indeed; there stands old Aether Mountain. But he does not call. Indeed he does not call. He is all silent in Heaven.
Queen: It is his voice, Oozizi.
Oozizi: What, lady? I hear no voice.
Queen: That great, great silence is his voice, Oozizi. He is calling me out of that blue waste of Heaven.