neath. He inquired of his mother why Zohák had put his father to death, and Faránuk then told him the melancholy story; upon hearing which, he resolved to be revenged on the tyrant. His mother endeavored to divert him from his determination, observing that he was young, friendless, and alone, whilst his enemy was the master of the world, and surrounded by armies. “Be not therefore precipitate,” said she. “If it is thy destiny to become a king, wait till the Almighty shall bless thee with means sufficient for the purpose.”
And meditating vengeance on the head
Of him who robbed him of a father, thus
Impatiently replied:—“’Tis Heaven inspires me;
Led on by Heaven, this arm will quickly bring
The tyrant from his palace, to the dust.”
“Imprudent boy!” the anxious mother said;
“Canst thou contend against imperial power?
Must I behold thy ruin? Pause awhile,
And perish not in this wild enterprise.”
It is recorded that Zohák’s dread of Feridún was so great, that day by day he became more irritable, wasting away in bitterness of spirit, for people of all ranks kept continually talking of the young invader, and were daily expecting his approach. At last he came, and Zohák was subdued, and his power extinguished.
