And that was the first time the word PROPHET was ever used in those countries.
At noon, on the third day from the king’s death, Siror sought Morven, and he said:
“Lo, my father is no more, and the people meet this evening at sunset to elect his successor, and the warriors and the young men will surely choose my brother, for he is more known in war. Fail me not, therefore.”
“Peace, boy!” said Morven, sternly; “nor dare to question the truth of the gods of night.”
For Morven now began to presume on his power among the people, and to speak as rulers speak, even to the sons of kings.
And the voice silenced the fiery Siror, nor dared he to reply.
“Behold,” said Morven, taking up a chaplet of colored plumes, “wear this on thy head, and put on a brave face—for the people like a hopeful spirit—and go down with thy brother to the place where the new king is to be chosen, and leave the rest to the stars.
“But, above all things, forget not that chaplet; it has been blessed by the gods of night.”
The prince took the chaplet and returned home.
It was evening and the warriors and chiefs of the tribe were assembled in the place where the new king was to be elected.