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ZAMA. It do seem to be so. [_Peers toward right._
OHANO. And _there_--is Nijo!
ZAMA. Where, where, child?
OHANO. There--see, he's just coming ash.o.r.e--oh, Nijo! And look, Zama, look what the people crowding round him have done--look!
ZAMA. What? My poor eyes be yet uncertain. What do they be doing to your lover?
OHANO. They have put upon him the Robe of Flame--to greet him with the highest honor of the island.
ZAMA. So they be. The robe they say the G.o.ds themselves did wear when time did first begin. Nijo must come back a great warrior now--a great warrior!
OHANO. Oh, how wonderful to return from the wars like that! Zama, I want to--I _must_ go out into the world and do great things too, like Nijo.
ZAMA. Nijo be coming back, child. That do be enough. Look, what is it that glitters so in the sun?
OHANO. Why, they are giving something to my red G.o.d--something that's long as a serpent moon--see, he holds it out in admiration, before him.
Just what can it be?
ZAMA. In faith I do believe they have given your hero--a sword!
OHANO. A marvellous sword--look, its jewels flash with the s.h.i.+fting lights, warm as the colored rifts of sunset!
ZAMA. Such gems do be a tribute to his greatness, Ohano, they do.
OHANO. How gladly would I have the way I seek without such tribute--how willingly!
ZAMA. And now the crowd do be parting--he leaves the boat and he looks this way, Ohano--he looks!
OHANO. Nijo, my red wonder of the world!
ZAMA. See, he mounts his steed--he waves to you!
OHANO. Nijo! Nijo!
ZAMA. And now he rides off to come to you here. It is better we be waiting inside for him--when he brings back his love to his promised bride.
OHANO. [_As they enter room._] Ah, Zama, he must bring me more than love this time--much more. Yes, your little Ohano must have more in her life to-day than just love--and Nijo must show her the way to that realm where she may stretch her soul and _live_!
ZAMA. The love of so great a man do be enough for any woman, child.
OHANO. Oh, no--oh, no----
ZAMA. But it do be; and evil will fall, I know, if you do be asking more than love!
OHANO. But I tell you, Nijo's love is not enough. I must have a bigger, greater thing!
ZAMA. The G.o.ds do know of none that be more than love.
OHANO. But there must be, else why would I feel the rush of its pulse within my veins? Why would my whole being cry out for action and the glory of doing big things in the lands across the sea? Why, tell me why, I would feel those things if they were not so?
ZAMA. It be not for me to say, child; but I do be thinking you moon at that evil ball too much. It do make your sight grow red! It be not wise to know an enchanted thing so well.
OHANO. If that gazing globe in the garden would only show me the way to my heart's desire, how gladly would I be the victim of its enchantment!
ZAMA. Nijo's kiss do be your enchantment, child. One touch of his lips and you do be forgetting all else.
OHANO. If Nijo's kiss can make me forget this fever within me, I want his kiss as I shall never want anything else in all of this life. I want it!!
[_Approaching horse's hoofs are heard from off right._
ZAMA. Listen--the horse! Ohano, your lover do be coming!
OHANO. [_Running to the window._] Already? He must have taken the short way through the cliffs.
ZAMA. Ah, child, do you not be excited as a bird in a storm-wind's blow?
OHANO. [_Superbly, as she leans against window._] Yes, I await my hero!
ZAMA. He's stopped, child! He do be here! At last he comes back to my little Ohano!
OHANO. My hope comes! [_With outstretched arms to right._] My Nijo!!
Oh----!
[_She had impulsively started to greet_ NIJO, _but suddenly shrinks back_.
ZAMA. What do be wrong--what?
OHANO. He's so different--so changed--oh, here he is--ss.h.!.+
[NIJO _appears at the window, where he pauses for a moment. He is a tall, brunette man, scarcely thirty--a handsome, well-knit southern island type, wearing a flowing robe of flame, with a flaring collar of old-gold brocade. A peaked hat completes the costume. A curved sword, with a hilt thickly studded with large jewels and incased in gold, hangs at his belt. He seems worldly weary and sad as he advances into the room._
OHANO. Nijo!
NIJO. [_Unimpa.s.sioned._] Ohano.
OHANO. [_Eagerly._] You have come back!
NIJO. Yes--and the season of the heat has been gracious to your health, I hope?
OHANO. Yes--and yours, Nijo?
NIJO. The same.
OHANO. Oh, I am glad--glad as tree-blossoms for the kiss of spring. And Zama here shares my welcome, don't you?
NIJO. [_Recognizing_ ZAMA.] Ah, Zama.
