Then mounting on a huge fragment of rock, he thus spake to the
multitude:

"Princes, wantors 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 gods
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 gods 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?