But a heavy sorrow fell upon the years of Morven.
The sister of Siror bowed down her head and survived not long the slaughter of her race.
And she left Morven childless.
And he mourned bitterly and as one distraught, for her only in the world had his heart the power to love.
And he sat down and covered his face, saying:
“Lo: I have conquered and travailed; and never before in the world did man conquer what I have conquered.
“Verily, the empire of the iron thews and the giant limbs is no more; I have found a new power, that henceforth shall sway the lands;—the empire of plotting brain and a commanding mind.
“But, behold, my fate is barren, and I feel already that it will grow neither fruit nor tree as a shelter to mine old age.
“Desolate and lonely shall I pass away unto my grave.
“O Orna! my beautiful! my loved! none were like unto thee, and to thy love do I owe my glory and my life.