Meliflor: Come! Let us follow.
Moomoomon: Shall we?
Several: Yes.
Moomoomon: Come.
[They stream across from the side door R to the door in back, Oozizi regarding them haughtily.
Oozizi (menacingly): It is Aether Mountain.
[Entranced, silent, last of all Zoon follows. Exeunt all the Princes. Sounds as of rough protest heard from the workers off. The grim brown heads of two or three peer round the door by which the Princes entered. Many come on, dumb, puzzled, turning their brown heads, searching. At last they cluster round Oozizi. "Er"? they say.
Oozizi: Aether Mountain has called her.
[They nod dumb heads gravely.