Yea, the first time that he goeth alone into the forest my brother and I will fall upon him and smite him to the death." And with this comfort Siror dismissed Orna.
And Orna flung herself at the feet of her husband.

"Fly now, O my beloved!--fly into the forests afar from my brethren, or surely the sword of Siror will end thy days." Then the son of Osslah folded his arms, and seemed buried in black thoughts; nor did he heed the voice of Orna, until again and again she had implored him to fly.
"Fly!" he said at length.

"Nay, I was doubting what punishment the stars should pour down upon our foe.

Let warriors fly.

Morven the prophet conquers by arms mightier than the sword." Nevertheless Morven was perplexed in his mind, and knew not how to save himself from the vengeance of the king.