The Fallen Star, or, the History of a False Religion by E.L. Bulwer; And, A Dissertation on the Origin of Evil by Lord BroughamLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Religion
The Fallen Star, or, the History of a False Religion by E.L. Bulwer; And, A Dissertation on the Origin of Evil by Lord Brougham
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Free thought; Good and evil; Religion
And Darvan said:
“Thou speakest as becomes the servant of the stars. But will the people
help to build the pile, for they are a war-like race and they love not
toil?”
And Morven answered:
“_Doubtless the stars will ordain the work to be done. Fear not_.”
“In truth thou art a wondrous man, thy words ever come to pass,” answered
Darvan; “and I wish thou wouldest teach me, friend, the language of the
stars.”
“Assuredly if thou servest me thou shalt know,” answered the proud
Morven; and Darvan was secretly wroth that the son of the herdsman
should command the service of an elder and a chief.
And when Morven returned to his wife he found her weeping much.
Now she loved the son of Osslah with an exceeding love, for he was not
savage and fierce as the men she had known, and she was proud of his
fame among the tribe; and he took her in his arms and kissed her, and
asked her why she wept.
Then she told him that her brother, the king, had visited her and had
spoken bitter words of Morven.
“He taketh from me the affection of my people,” said Siror, “and
blindeth them with lies. And since he hath made me king, what if he take
my kingdom from me? Verily, a new tale of the stars might undo the old.”
And the king had ordered her to keep watch on Morven’s secrecy, and to
see whether truth was in him when he boasted of his commune with the
Powers of Night.
But Orna loved Morven better than Siror, therefore she told her husband
all.
And Morven resented the king’s ingratitude, and was troubled much, for
a king is a powerful foe; but tie comforted Orna, and bade her dissemble
and complain also of him to her brother, so that he might confide to her
unsuspectingly whatsoever he might design against Morven.
There was a cave by Morven’s house in which he kept the sacred hawk,
and wherein he secretly trained and nurtured other birds against future
need, and the door of the cave was always barred.
And one day he was thus engaged when he beheld a chink in the wall, that
he had never noted before, and the sun came playfully in; and while he
looked he perceived the sunbeam was darkened, and presently he saw a
human face peering in through the chink.
And Morven trembled, for he knew he had been watched.
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.”
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