Among the wise men was Darvan; and Morven feared him, for his eye often sought the movements of the son of Osslah. And Morven said, “It were better to _trust_ this man than to _blind_, for surely I want a helpmate and a friend.” So he said to the wise man as he sat alone watching the setting sun,-- “It seemeth to me, O Darvan! that we ought to build a great pile in honour of the stars, and the pile should be more glorious than all the palaces of the chiefs and the palace of the king; for are not the stars our masters? And thou and I should be the chief dwellers in this new palace, and we would serve the gods of night and fatten their altars with the choicest of the herd and the freshest of the fruits of the earth.” 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 warlike 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 he 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.