Morven ran hastily from the cave, but the spy had disappeared among the trees, and Morven went straight to the chamber of Darvan and sat himself down.
Darvan did not return home till late, and he started and turned pale when he saw Morven.
But Morven greeted him as a brother, and bade him to a feast, which, for the first time, he purposed giving at the full of the moon, in honor of the stars.
And going out of Darvan’s chamber, he returned to his wife, and bade her hair, and go at the dawn of day to the king, her brother, and complain bitterly of Morven’s treatment, and pluck the black schemes from the breast of the king. “For surely,” said he, “Darvan hath lied to thy brother, and some evil awaits me that I would fain know.”
So the next morning Orna sought the king, and she said:
“The herdsman’s son hath reviled me, and spoken harsh words to me; stall I not be avenged?”
Then the king stamped his feet and shook his mighty sword.
“Surely thou shalt be avenged, for I have learned from one of the elders that which convinceth me that the man hath lied to the people, and the base-born shall surely die.
“Yea, the first time that he goeth alone into the forest my brother and I will fall upon him and smite him to the death.”
And with this comfort Siror dismissed Orna.