The Prophet of the gods said: "Yonder beside the road there sitteth a false prophet; and to all who seek to know the hidden days he saith: 'Upon the morrow the King shall speak to thee as his chariot goeth by.'"  
Moreover, all the people bring him gifts, and the false prophet hath more to listen to his words than hath the Prophet of the gods.
 
Then said Imbaun: "What knoweth the Prophet of the gods? I know only that I and men know naught concerning the gods or aught concerning men. Shall I, who am their prophet, tell the people this?
 
"For wherefore have the people chosen prophets but that they should speak the hopes of the people, and tell the people that their hopes be true?"
 
The false prophet saith: "Upon the morrow the king shall speak to thee."
 
Shall not I say: "Upon The Morrow the gods shall speak with thee as thou restest upon Pegana?"
 
So shall the people be happy, and know that their hopes be true who have believed the words that they have chosen a prophet to say.
 
But what shall know the Prophet of the gods, to whom none may come to say: "Thy hopes are true," for whom none may make strange signs before his eyes to quench his fear of death, for whom alone the chaunt of his priests availeth naught?
 
The Prophet of the gods hath sold his happiness for wisdom, and hath given his hopes fo............