[The tree sighs and moans and The Gaki seems transported with joy.
THE TREE
Please! Please! Give me my freedom.
THE GAKI
Where then should I feed? Unless I feed on your unhappiness I should cease to live—and I must live.
THE TREE
Someone else, perchance, may suffer in my stead.
THE GAKI
I care not where or how I feed. I am in the sixth hell, and if I die in this shape I must remain in this hell through all the eternities. One like me must feed his misery by making others miserable. I can not rise through the other five hells to human life unless I have human misery for my food.
THE TREE
Oh, can't you feed on joy—on happiness, on faith?
THE GAKI
Faith? Yes, perhaps—but only on perfect faith. If I found perfect faith—ah, then—I dare not dream.—There is no faith.
THE TREE
Do not make me suffer more. Let me enjoy the loveliness of things.
THE GAKI
Would you have someone else suffer in your stead?
THE TREE
Someone else—someone else—
THE GAKI
Ay—old Obaa-San—she whom they call the grandmother.
[The Tree moans.
THE GAKI
She will suffer in your stead.
THE TREE
No! No! She loves me! She of all the world loves me! No—not she!
THE GAKI
It shall be she!
THE TREE
I shall not leave!
THE GAKI
You give me better food than I have ever known. You wait! You wait!
THE TREE
Here comes Obaa-San! Do not let her suffer for me!
THE GAKI
You shall be free—as free as anyone can be—when I have made the misery of Obaa-San complete.
THE TREE
She has never fully known her misery. Her heart is like an iron-bound chest long-locked, with the key lost.
THE GAKI
We shall find the key! We shall find the key!
THE TREE
I shall warn her.
THE GAKI
Try!
THE TREE
Alas! I can not make her hear! I can not tell her anything.
THE GAKI
She can not understand you! She can not see me unless I wish! Earth people never see or hear!
THE TREE
Hai! Hai! Hai!