Then the Mother-tzaress thus address’d her: “Noble woman! bride of Mahmoud Pasha! Think’st thou then thyself of higher lineage? In death-sickness is my Mujo lying: All the ladies of the court have sought him: Thou, and thou alone, of all, art absent!” When the bride of Mahmoud Pasha heard it, Soon she girt her raiments—in her sleevelets She prepared medicaments the choicest; Rosy-sweets, wrapp’d up in golden vestments; Yellow honey-comb in silver dishes, And spring-cherries all preserv’d in honey; Peaches with the earliest dew-drops gather’d; Figs of Ocean, and the grapes of Mostar: {36a} These she hid beneath her richest garments, And she hasten’d to the Prince’s dwelling. All unask’d and unobserved she enter’d: No salām {36b} she gave—but hurried forward To the balcony, where, sick and sorrowing, Lay Prince Mujo:—at his head she fix’d her; With her gold-wrought kerchief from his forehead Lo! she wiped the hot, the feverish dew-drop, And thus spoke she to the Empress-mother: “Such a sickness as has seized the hero, May it seize upon my only brother! May it seize me, bride of Mahmoud Pasha! ’Tis not sickness—it is love hath seized him!” When the princely Mujo heard this language, From his slumb’ring bed he sprung swift-footed, Hurried to the chamber door and closed it. Three white days he kiss’d the bride unceasing; When the fourth day dawn’d, did Mahmoud Pasha Send a beautifully-written letter To the Tzar; and this the letter’s language: “Sultan!” said he, “noble Tzar and master! Lo! a golden duck its flight has taken, And has wander’d, monarch! to thy dwelling. Three white days with thee that duck hath lingered; Give it back—as thou on God dependest.” Then the Tzar made answer to the Pasha: “Nay! by God! my servant, Mahmoud Pasha! I have caught a wild and untamed falcon; What he seizes never will he loosen.” {38} FINDING OF THE HEAD OF LAZAR. WHEN Lazār’s head, from his body sever’d, Lay upon the battle-field Kossova, ’Twas not found by any of the Servians: But a Turkish boy—a young Turk found it. ’Twas a Turk,—a Turk in slavery nurtured; But he was the child of Servian mother; And thus spake the Turkish boy who found it: “Hear, ye Moslems! hear, my Turkish brethren! This was once the head of high-rank’d Servian; {39} And, by God! it were a shame and scandal If profaned by eagles or by ravens, If ’twere trod upon by man or courser.” So he took the head of th’ holy emp’ror, Wrapt it carefully within his mantle, Bore it to a neighbouring water-fountain, And he threw it in the crystal water. There long time it lay, all unmolested: Happy time! it lay for forty summers. On Kossova lay the headless body; But the eagles touch’d it not, nor ravens, Nor the foot of man, nor hoof of courser; Therefore let the God of peace be worshipp’d!