If he had given unto men the words of the star, verily we might doubt the truth.

But who would brave the vengeance of the gods of night ?" Then the elders shook their heads approvingly; but one answered and said,-- "Shall we take the herdsman's son as our equal?
No!" The name of the man who thus answered was Darvan, and his words were pleasing to the elders.
But Morven spoke out: "Of a truth, O councillors of kings, I look not to be an equal with yourselves.

Enough if I tend the gates of your palace, and serve you as the son of Osslah may serve;" and he bowed his head humbly as he spoke.
Then said the chief of the elders, for he was wiser than the others, "But how wilt thou deliver us from the evil that is to come?
Doubtless the star has informed thee of the service thou canst render to us if we take thee into our palace, as well as the ill that will fall on us if we refuse." Morven answered meekly, "Surely, if thou acceptest thy servant, the star will teach him that which may requite thee; but as yet he knows only what he has uttered." Then the sages bade him withdraw, and they communed with themselves, and they differed much; but though fierce men, and bold at the war-cry of a human foe, they shuddered at the prophecy of a star.

So they resolved to take the son of Osslah, and suffer him to keep the gate of the council-hall.
He heard their decree and bowed his head, and went to the gate, and sat down by it in silence.
And the sun went down in the west, and the first stars of the twilight began to glimmer, when Morven started from his seat, and a trembling appeared to seize his limbs.

His lips foamed; an agony and a fear possessed him; he writhed as a man whom the spear of a foeman has pierced with a mortal wound, and suddenly fell upon his face on the stony earth.
The elders approached him; wondering, they lifted him up.