Aibric. We have lit upon a treasure that’s so great

Imagination cannot reckon it.

The hold is full—boxes of precious spice,

Ivory images with amethyst eyes,

Dragons with eyes of ruby. The whole ship

Flashes as if it were a net of herrings.

Let us return to our own country, Forgael,

And spend it there. Have you not found this queen?

What more have you to look for on the seas?

Forgael. I cannot—I am going on to the end.