It was magic! Come, Obaa-San, we'll make some prayers to burn.
O-KATSU-SAN
Some evil ghost.
OBAA-SAN
No! No! Some kindly spirit from the sky-dome came to me.—I have had one moment of happiness complete.—I dreamed and I have known. Now I shall dream again—a greater dream—a greater dream.
[The old women go into the house.
THE GAKI
What! I can not feed! My Lady of the Weeping Willow Tree is gone! Obaa-San has built a circle of happiness about her head. Hai! I shall die in this shape.—I must feed.—Perhaps she tries to trick me.—I shall listen.—Why does she not weep?—Why do they not wail?
[He starts for the house. As he nears it, the voice of Obaa-San is heard crooning the little lullaby:
See, baby, see
The ears of the wolf are long;
Sleep, baby, sleep,
Your father is brave and strong.