The old servant said nothing, but sought for the body and found it. “O
thou my master and friend!” cried he, weeping. “Didst thou not feel the
approach of those murderers, thou who didst terrify thousands so many
times?” As he was weeping he turned, and through an opening saw the
eyes of the key-bearer, Anval. “O thou enemy, why art thou looking?”
called he then. “Give me some garment to cover my lord’s body, O thou
heretic!” “Be off!” called out Anval; “dogs will eat up that body.”
“Give this body to dogs! Remember, O reprobate, in what clothes thou
didst come to Prince Andrei; now thou art in velvet and cloth with gold
threads in it, while thy lord is lying dead here, and naked. Even such
as thou art, throw out to me something to cover my master.”
Anval threw out an upper garment and a piece of carpet. Kuzma covered
the body, wrapped it in the carpet and carried it on his shoulders to
the church, but no one would open the door to him. “Do not come with
him here,” said they. At that moment all near were either on the side
of Andrei’s enemies or in dread of them. Kuzma put down the body before
the door and cried, stooping over it: “Thou my master, thou, O strong
prince, thy lowest servants do not regard thee. Thou, O my master, who
didst conquer the Balgars, and gain immense countries, art not admitted
to the church which was built by thee. We are here at the door of it, I
living and thou dead, and no one will admit us.”
The body lay there two days, wrapped in the carpet and guarded
continually by Kuzma. In Vladimir the people were waiting in dread of
the future. Those were two evil days, opened by murder and robbery in
Bogolyuboff, and succeeded by violence from Andrei’s enemies. Every
treasure was carried off, all that their hands could lay hold of. If
any servant was faithful, he was slain without mercy. In neighboring
villages they killed those who held office from Andrei, or were known
to be friends of his. They raised riots to excite evil passions and
help men to forget themselves. But many of those who committed such
deeds were afraid, and with reason, that punishment would strike them
from Vladimir.
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