Ching
You had no father, and in my heart you were my son. I spoke for you because I believed in you. I did not think that any bribe could lure you from us. Yours was a soul that we thought would be a torch to every nation of earth. And you choose to go out like a candle in the breath of a woman.
(Yu Tai Shun is bowed and silent. Makuro touches his sleeve.)
Makuro
Come with us, master.
Ching
In half an hour the boat will stop at the orchard pier for Makuro. He starts for Japan. It is there you are needed.
Makuro
I come from our friends with their summons. Japan's oligarchy of traders, with every means known to power—school, religion, racial pride and hate—is fostering the spirit of war. All the seeds of the jungle are being deliberately sown once more in men's hearts. They are preparing Japan to hold the largest share of an industrially broken China and weld her millions into one instrument of hate against the West.