Chapter 4 No.4

"Star-Child," praised as bearing all things,

Praised as Brave who never feared,

Young, but famed above his elders,

Chief to man and maid endeared,

Went with comrades, quiver-harnessed,

O'er the hills, and face to face,

Where the bright leaves trembled round them,

Found the fearless huntress race

Was it peace or was it warfare?

Starting back, their bows they drew,

But a mystic power compelled them,

And no word, no arrow flew.

Nearer to each other drawing,

Strength and beauty beckoned "Peace,"

Each the other envious eyeing,

Jealous lest their hunt should cease!