He never showed one sign of remorse, he never paid one tribute of honour to the dead, in atonement for his cruel deed.

Yet his own father pitied me, and showed that he could share the burden of my grief.

[6] Had he lived, my old master, I would never have come to you to do him harm; many a kindness have I received from him, and many a service have I done him.

But now that his kingdom has descended to my boy's murderer--I could never be loyal to that man, and he, I know, could never regard me as a friend.

He knows too well how I feel towards him, and how, after my former splendour, I pass my days in mourning, growing old in loneliness and grief.