When the astrologer heard that he turned to the huntsman and said:
"Do mankind down on the plains know that you are their benefactor?"
"Oh yes," said he; "they found it out. I was down there a little while ago, selling the skins I had taken in the winter, and they came around me, kissed me, embraced me, and fairly mobbed me with their demonstrations of gratitude. I will never go down on the plains again."
When the astrologer heard that mankind loved him, all four conditions were filled. He fell upon his knees, took the horny hand of the huntsman, looked up into his scarred face, and said:
"Thou art a king born in the royal line. The stars did tell us that when we found a man whom the animals followed, the sun served, the waters obeyed, and mankind loved, he would be the heir entitled to the throne, and thou art the man!"
But the huntsman said: "I a king! Oh, I am not a king! My grandfather was a farmer!"
The astrologer said: "Don't talk about your grandfather. That has nothing to do with it. The stars told us thou art the man."
The huntsman replied: "How could I rule a nation, knowing nothing about law? I never studied law!"
Then the astrologer cut short the whole discussion with a theological dictum quoted from the ancient sacred books, which I will give in a very literal translation:
"Let not him whom the stars ordain to rule dare disobey their divine decree."