“‘Wherefore, O star! as thou gavest into our hands the warriors of Alrich, and didst warn us of the fall of the oak of our tribe, wherefore, I pray thee, give unto the people a token that they may choose that king whom the gods of the night prefer!’
“Then a low voice sweeter than the music of the bard, stole along the silence.
“‘Thy love for thy race is grateful to the stars of night: go then, son of Osslah, and seek the meeting of the chiefs and the people to choose a king, and tell them not to scorn thee because thou art slow to the chase and little known in war; for the stars give thee wisdom as a recompense for all.
“‘Say unto the people that as the wise men of the council shape their lessons by the flight of birds, so by the flight of birds stall a token be given unto them, and they shall choose their kings.
“‘For,’ said, the star of right, ‘the birds are children of the winds, they pass to and fro along the ocean of the air, and visit the clouds that are the warships of the gods.
“‘And their music is but broken melodies which they gleam from the harps above.
“‘Are they not the messengers of the storm?
“‘Ere the stream chafes against the bank, and the rain descends, know ye not, by the wail of birds and their low circles over the earth, that the tempest is at hand?
“‘Wherefore, wisely do ye deem that the children of the air are the fit interpreters between the sons of men and the lords of the world above.
“‘Say then to the people and the chiefs, that they shall take, from among the doves that nest in the roof of the palace, a white dove, and they shall let it loose in the air, and verily the gods of the night shall deem the dove as a prayer coming from the people, and they shall send a messenger to grant the prayer and give to the tribes of Oestrich a king worthy of themselves.’