The Mongols turned now against Yuri. The old road from Ryazan to
Vladimir lay through Kolomna and Moscow, in a country comparatively
rich and well settled. Yuri sent troops to both cities. To Kolomna he
sent his own son Vsevolod, and to Moscow another son, Vladimir, so
young that Philip, the voevoda, was attached to his person. Leaving
wife and family in Vladimir, confident that they would be safe within
its walls, he himself hurried northward to levy warriors, and make
ready for action. His nephews from Rostoff and Yaroslavl, the sons of
Constantine, hastened to join his forces, and he hoped for the return
of his brother, Yaroslav, with regiments from Kief.
The Mongols made no useless delay at Kolomna. They slaughtered the
inhabitants and burned down the city. One of the Ryazan princes, who
had survived, joined at Kolomna the army sent out by Yuri, but in the
battle which followed almost immediately every man fell except Yuri’s
son. He escaped by fleeing swiftly to Vladimir, to meet a worse death
in that doomed city.
A fate like that of Kolomna soon struck Moscow; the place was stormed
and sacked. Philip was killed, with other defenders, who fell fighting
bravely. While the Mongols were dividing the rich spoils and rejoicing,
they burned the city. Ordinary prisoners were killed quickly, those of
distinction were crucified, flayed alive or burned. Yuri’s son,
Vladimir, they took with them. The countless army, that same army of
which Arabian historians wrote that on its path “the earth groaned,
birds dropped dead, and wild beasts lost their senses,” opened now and
moved away in various directions. From these divisions still smaller
ones separated and marched off on all roads. They took in towns and
settlements as a net gathers fish under water. People fled from cities
and villages in crowds. They hid in caves, in dark forests, and in
gullies, not knowing how to escape or whither they should go for
refuge. Those who were near heard from those who had come from afar
that Mongols were everywhere slaying, burning, robbing churches, and
cutting down old and young as they traveled. Others were leading a
multitude of captives to their camps. It brought terror to look at
those captives, barefoot and bloodless.
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