Alone he ruled, none dared his word gainsay;
But this could not his discontent allay.
’Twas not remorse that ever brought him pain,
But fierce regret that he had failed to gain
That chief desire of his unyielding will:
This bitter thought his mind would ever fill.
Defied and baffled in his hour of might,
He hated all who had contrived Móo’s flight.
Each one suspected quickly met dark fate;
But cruel deeds could not Aac’s ire abate.