Sakara (walking forward, keeping face from Mimosa). It is a very little thing, O Mimosa. You have come with courteous words to Sakara. Thy heart is not all folly, for the magnet can attract iron, but not stone. Do as I bid, beloved Japan shall venerate thee. Be honorable friend of wise, powerful Sakara, and you shall be protected by exalted gods, and the name of O Mimosa San shall live when all else perishes. (Crosses R.)
Mimosa (follows, bowing). Tell me, venerated will. Great is the good you promise, O powerful Sakara, when I do thy bidding. (Kneels.) Hear one humble little prayer.
Sakara (turning, seizes Mimosa’s hands). Bring for one little day the charm of life from the Princess Kiku’s girdle.
Mimosa. I to bring the charm of life from august Princess’s girdle?
Sakara (drops Mimosa’s hand, speaking quietly). Deign to see it is a very little thing.
Mimosa. Verily, you hide the sword with a smile. What would you with venerated charm? Nay (Sakara prepares to speak), nay, purse lips now, for you have spoken loud. (Lowering voice.) Hold the powerful charm, and exalted lady’s life is yours.
Sakara (placidly). Fallen blossom does not return to the twig. All powerful Son of Heaven will forget her foolish fancies, and in beloved Japan all will excellently remain as it did in the days of honorable fathers—and—Mimosa——
Mimosa (kneeling). Condescend to kill me, and spare her!
Sakara. Never!
Mimosa. Then the gods will shield, O most wicked! (Sakara listens with amazement.) Mimosa will walk barefoot to every shrine. She will not do your bidding. (Sakara folds arms.) Nay, I fear not. Prophets know nothing of themselves. Is there no one who would work you evil? no god whom you have angered?