No mortal could support the horror of that countenance.
Tears, unrestrained, fell from my brother’s eyes; a sense of mortal agony crept over my frame.
I trembled with rage and horror, resolving to wait his approach and then close with him in mortal combat.
I was guiltless, but I had indeed drawn down a horrible curse upon my head, as mortal as that of crime.
Why had I not followed him and closed with him in mortal strife?
Suddenly the broad disk of the moon arose and shone full upon his ghastly and distorted shape as he fled with more than mortal speed.
I knelt on the grass and kissed the earth and with quivering lips exclaimed, "By the sacred earth on which I kneel, by the shades that wander near me, by the deep and eternal grief that I feel, I swear; and by thee, O Night, and the spirits that preside over thee, to pursue the daemon who caused this misery, until he or I shall perish in mortal conflict.