With crime as infamous ourselves to brand—
Let not two fratricides accurse the land!
Our impulse to avenge must be suppressed;
Nor may our soul by anger be possessed.
Let Aac himself convict. Do thou, I pray,
Request his presence here—he’ll quick obey.”
Aac’s handsome face wore mask of grief until
The High Priest sternly thus expressed his will:
“Our dauntless Coh is slain by one unknown;
The coward’s blood for this crime should atone.