That Evil One to give their vengeance aid.
XXXIII.
“Waban will think, and should it seem like fear—
Waban ne’er shrunk when round him battle roared,
And at the stake when bound, his torturers near,
Among the clouds thy brother’s spirit soared
And scorned her foes—but should it seem like fear
To worship Chepian, whom his sires adored,
He will no more be that dread demon’s slave;
For ne’er will Waban fill a coward’s grave.”