While Vladimir had decided to embrace Christianity, he had resolved at
the same time to avoid even the semblance of moral subjection to any
foreign power. He therefore set about acquiring religion by conquest.
For that purpose he led an expedition against the Crimea and captured
Kerson, [4] the capital of the ancient republic of that name, and at
that time the most flourishing city on the northern coast of the Black
Sea. Then he sent a message to the Greek Emperors, demanding their
sister Anna in marriage. They answered that their sister could not
marry a pagan. Vladimir replied that religion could be no bar, for he
had long since made up his mind not only to receive Christianity
himself, but to introduce it into his domains, and if the requisite
number of priests were sent in the suite of the princess there need be
no delay, but that if they did not consent to his proposal, he would
march on Tsargrad, and treat it as he had treated Kerson. This threat
had the desired effect, for at that time the Eastern Empire was torn
with civil war. The Emperors hastened to avert the chance of Vladimir’s
favoring their enemies, and sent the Princess Anna to Kerson. A large
number of church dignitaries accompanied her. Vladimir, with his whole
army, was baptized and the marriage was celebrated without delay. A
part of the Russian force was despatched to assist the Emperors, and
Vladimir returned to Kief, after restoring Kerson as a friendly gift to
his brothers-in-law.
On his arrival at Kief, the newly converted prince overturned the
ancient idols. Some were cut into pieces, others were cast into the
fire, but the statue of Perun (the Vedic Parjana), the god of thunder,
the Slavonic Jupiter, was tied to the tails of horses and dragged from
its height to the river. Twelve men were sent to beat it with sticks,
not because the wood could feel, but to insult the Devil, since by this
image he had seduced man. When dragged to the river the image was
hurled into the water, and Vladimir commanded men to push it out into
the current, should it touch the shore anywhere. It was borne on the
stream and carried over the cataracts, and the wind blew it far away
toward the Black Sea.
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