"Behold," said Morven, taking up a chaplet of colored plumes, "wear this on thy head, and put on a brave face--for the people like a hopeful spirit--and go down with thy brother to the place where the new king is to be chosen, and leave the rest to the stars.
"But, above all things, forget not that chaplet; it has been blessed by the G.o.ds of night."
The prince took the chaplet and returned home.
It was evening and the warriors and chiefs of the tribe were a.s.sembled in the place where the new king was to be elected.
And the voices of the many favored Prince Voltoch, the brother of Siror, for he had slain twelve foeman with his spear; and verily, in those days, that was a great virtue in a king.
Suddenly there was a shout in the streets, and the people cried out:
"Way for Morven, the prophet, the prophet!"
For the people held the son of Osslah in even greater respect than did the chiefs.
Now, since he had become of note, Morven had a.s.sumed a majesty of air which the son of the herdsman knew not in his earlier days; and albeit his stature was short, and his limbs halted, yet his countenance was grave and high.
He only of the tribe wore a garment that swept the ground, and his head was bare, and his long black hair descended to his girdle, and rarely was change or human pa.s.sion seen in his calm aspect.
He feasted not, nor drank wine, nor was his presence frequent in the streets.
He laughed not, neither did he smile, save when alone in the forest--and then he laughed at the follies of his tribe.
So he walked slowly through the crowd, neither turning to the left nor to the right, as the crowd gave way; and he supported his steps with a staff of the knotted pine.
And when he came to the place where the chiefs were met, and the two princes stood in the centre, he bade the people around him proclaim silence.
Then mounting on a huge fragment of rock, he thus spake to the mult.i.tude:
"Princes, wantons and bards! ye, O council of the wise men! and ye, O hunters of the forests, and snarers of the fishes of the streams! harken to Morven, the son of Osslah.
"Ye know that I am lowly of race, and weak of limb; but did I not give into your hands the tribe of Alrich, and did ye not slay them in the dead of night with a great slaughter?
"Surely, ye must know that this of himself did not the herdsman"s son; surely he was but the agent of the bright G.o.ds that love the children of Oestrich.
"Three nights since, when slumber was on the earth, was not my voice heard in the streets?
"Did I not proclaim woe to the kingly house of Oestrich? and verily the dark arm had fallen on the bosom of the mighty, that is no more.
"Could I have dreamed this thing merely in a dream, or was I not as the voice of the bright G.o.ds that watch over the tribes of Oestrich?
"Wherefore, O men and chiefs! scorn not the son of Osslah, but listen to his words; for are they not the wisdom of the stars?
"Behold, last night, I sat alone in the valley, and the trees were hushed around, and not a breath stirred; and I looked upon the star that counsels the son of Osslah; and I said:
""Dread conqueror of the cloud! thou that bathest thy beauty in the streams and piercest the pine-boughs with thy presence; behold thy servant grieved because the mighty one hath pa.s.sed away, and many foes surround the houses of my brethren; and it is well that they should have a king valiant and prosperous in war, the cherished of the stars.
""Wherefore, O star! as thou gavest into our hands the warriors of Alrich, and didst warn us of the fall of the oak of our tribe, wherefore, I pray thee, give unto the people a token that they may choose that king whom the G.o.ds of the night prefer!"
"Then a low voice sweeter than the music of the bard, stole along the silence.
""Thy love for thy race is grateful to the stars of night: go then, son of Osslah, and seek the meeting of the chiefs and the people to choose a king, and tell them not to scorn thee because thou art slow to the chase and little known in war; for the stars give thee wisdom as a recompense for all.
""Say unto the people that as the wise men of the council shape their lessons by the flight of birds, so by the flight of birds stall a token be given unto them, and they shall choose their kings.
""For," said, the star of right, "the birds are children of the winds, they pa.s.s to and fro along the ocean of the air, and visit the clouds that are the warships of the G.o.ds.
""And their music is but broken melodies which they gleam from the harps above.
""Are they not the messengers of the storm?
""Ere the stream chafes against the bank, and the rain descends, know ye not, by the wail of birds and their low circles over the earth, that the tempest is at hand?
""Wherefore, wisely do ye deem that the children of the air are the fit interpreters between the sons of men and the lords of the world above.
""Say then to the people and the chiefs, that they shall take, from among the doves that nest in the roof of the palace, a white dove, and they shall let it loose in the air, and verily the G.o.ds of the night shall deem the dove as a prayer coming from the people, and they shall send a messenger to grant the prayer and give to the tribes of Oestrich a king worthy of themselves."
"With that the star spoke no more."
Then the friends of Voltoch murmured among themselves, and they said, "Shall this man dictate to us who shall be king?"
But the people and the warriors shouted:
"Listen to the star; do we not give or deny battle according as the bird flies--shall we not by the same token choose him by whom the battle should be led?"
And the thing seemed natural to them, for it was after the custom of the tribe.
Then they took one of the doves that built in the roof of the palace, and they bought it to the spot where Morven stood, and he, looking up to the stars and muttering to himself, released the bird.
There was a copse of trees a little distance from the spot, and as the dove ascended, a hawk suddenly rose from the copse and pursued the dove; and the dove was terrified, and soared circling high above the crowd, when, lo, the hawk, poising itself one moment on its wings, swooped with a sudden swoop, and, abandoning its prey, alighted on the plumed head of Siror.
"Behold," cried Morven in a loud voice, "behold your king!"
"Hail, all hail the king!" shouted the people. "All hail the chosen of the stars!"
Then Morven lifted his right hand, and the hawk left the prince, and alighted on Morven"s shoulder.
"Bird of the G.o.ds!" said he, reverently, "hast thou not a secret message for my ear?" Then the hawk put its beak to Morven"s ear, and Morven bowed his head submissively; and the hawk rested with Morven from that moment and would not be scared away.
And Morven said:
"The stars have sent me this bird, that, in the day-time, when I see them not, we may never be without a counsellor in distress."
So Siror was made king, and Maven the son of Osslah was constrained by the king"s will to take Orna for his wife; and the people and the chiefs honored Morven, the prophet, above all the elders of the tribe.
One day Morven said unto himself, musing, "Am I not already equal with the king? nay, is not the king my servant? did I not place him over the heads of his brothers? am I not, therefore, more fit to reign than he is? shall I not push him from his seat?