Forth from their caves old Zazel and his sons ran, when…

Forth from their caves old Zazel and his sons ran, when they saw Their tyrant prince blind, and his daughter howling and leading him. They laughed and mocked; some threw dirt and stones as they passed by. But, when Tiriel turned around and raised his awful voice, Some fled away; but Zazel stood still, and thus began:—

“Bald tyrant, wrinkled cunning, listen to Zazel’s chains; ’Twas thou that chained thy brother Zazel! Where are now thine eyes? Shout, beautiful daughter of Tiriel; thou singest a sweet song! Where are you going? Come and eat some roots, and drink some water. Thy crown is bald, old man; the sun will dry thy brains away, And thou wilt be as foolish as thy foolish brother Zazel.”

The blind man heard, and smote his breast, and trembling passed on. They threw dirt after them, till to the covert of a wood The howling maiden led her father, where wild beasts resort, Hoping to end her woes; but from her cries the tigers fled. All night they wandered through the wood; and, when the sun arose, They entered on the mountains of Har. At noon the happy tents Were frighted by the dismal cries of Hela on the mountains. But Har and Heva slept fearless as babes on loving breasts. Mnetha awoke; she ran and stood at the tent-door, and saw The aged wanderer led towards the tents. She took her bow, And chose her arrows, then advanced to meet the terrible pair.