And on he rode for three hours, three hundred miles he rode, and again he rode through the plain, the open plain, the meadow, the green meadow, to a place where there were sunk deep pits in the ground, all piled up with red gold—red gold, pure silver, and fine round pearls. Ilyá looked at the gold and said: “What has a bold hero to do with these riches, with this treasure of much uncounted gold?” He began to consider: and then he took enough of this treasure in this plain, this open plain, to build an abbey for prayers to God. He built a church, a minster church, ordered the singing of psalms and the ringing of bells, and then Ilyá said: “Let him whose treasure it was go and look for it!” And then the bold hero turned back again; again he rode to that Burning Stone; again he wrote beneath that inscription: “Though I rode by that path, I became not rich.” VII. ILYÁ OF MÚROM AND KING KÁLIN. In the palace of the gracious Prince Vladímir, in royal Kiev town, a great feast of honour was spread for many princes and nobles and for the strong and mighty heroes and their bold followers, men of the plains, and for the stranger merchants and traders. The Fair Sun, Prince Vladímir himself, took his pleasure there, and gave rich gifts to his guests. To some he gave towns, and to others he gave small towns, to some he gave villages, and to others he gave hamlets, and to Ilyá of Múrom he gave a coat of marten fur with a collar of sable. But Ilyá received not the fur coat as an honour; he received it without respect and praised it not. He took the fur coat into the kitchen and dragged the fur coat about the kitchen floor. Yes, and thus he talked to the fur coat: “Just as I drag about this fur coat, so will I drag about that serpent, King Kálin, by his yellow curls. And just as I pour strong drink upon this fur coat, his heart shall pour forth his hot blood.” And there was a dark-haired maid there, and she reported the matter to Fair Sun, Prince Vladímir, and said: “O Fair Sun, Prince Vladímir! When Ilyá of Múrom was in my kitchen, he dragged about the coat of marten fur; yes, and he said to the fur coat: “Just as I drag this fur coat about, so will I drag Prince Vladímir about by his yellow curly hair, and, just as I pour strong drink upon the fur coat—yes, he himself said it to the fur coat—the Fair Sun, Prince Vladímir’s hot blood shall be poured out by my white hands.” And the Fair Sun, Prince Vladímir, grew angry, and he cried out in a loud voice: “Come, my strong and mighty heroes, take Ilyá away to the dungeon, and put an iron grating there and cover it over with logs of oak; yes, and bury him with yellow sand.” And the heroes came to Ilyá and said: “Now, old Cossack, Ilyá of Múrom! Fair Sun Vladímir, the Prince, has ordered us to put thee in a deep dungeon, and to put an iron grating there, and to cover it all over with oak logs, yes, and to bury thee with yellow sand.” And Ilyá spoke to them and said: