Which in its cleverness considers me
To be naught else than some dull foolish clown.
He serves me on and off, when I have need.
(Ahriman goes off and returns with the soul of Fox, whose figure is a sort of copy of his own. On entering he takes a bandage from the eyes of this person representing the soul.)
Ahriman: (Aside)
Earth-knowledge he must leave here at the door.
For he must never understand the things
Which here he learns, since he is honest still;
No effort would he make, if he once knew