Icelin.Patches of blue. (She smiles.)
Dansberg. Icelin.Patches of blue. (She smiles.)And in the patches, what?
Icelin.Enamels of pale pearl.
Dansberg. Icelin.Enamels of pale pearl.Beneath the clouds,
What is there?
Icelin. What is there?Nothing.
Dansberg. Icelin. What is there?Nothing.Tut, you are a woman,
And note not anything. Under those great clouds,
Are there no ragged runners on the wind?
Icelin. I think I see them.