Uk:
Be still!
(To Ala)
Had he not become still, Ok and Un would have beaten him with their clubs.... But, Oan, tell us those words that were born to thee when Ala did weep.
Oan (arising):
They are wonderful words. They are such:
The bright day is gone—
Uk:
Now I see thou art liar as well as fool: behold, the day is not gone!
Oan: