Boy—I want to climb the mountain side. Who knows what treasures may be there?
Man—(Slowly.) I know the place—the place above.
Boy—Have you been there?
Man—No.... I dreamed and thought to reach it once, but lost the way.
(They climb together.)
Boy—Why do you laugh?
Man—My blood has turned to flame. I feel it burning in my body.
Boy—The morning sun is in your veins. I know.... What do you see?
Man—(Whispering.) Your land of promise!
Boy—It is not so! My land of promise is more beautiful than anything one may imagine!