Had prompted been by fixed desire to reign,
And with the throne its Queen too he’d obtain.
With just wrath filled Móo scorned the victor’s plea—
Lose all she rather would, her palace flee.
Too soon indeed was this to come about,
Cay’s prophecy no longer one could doubt;
For Aac without delay acquired new force,
Nor cared who fell beneath his reckless course.
At last exulted he in Móo’s defeat,
And deeds were done that time could ne’er delete.