The Russian story book : $b containing tales from the song-cycles of Kiev and Novgorod and other early sourcesWilson, Richard
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The Russian story book : $b containing tales from the song-cycles of Kiev and Novgorod and other early sources
Wilson, Richard
Mythology, Slavic -- Juvenile literature
Then the headsmen made signs to the Princess that they would obey her,
and the group passed out to the open steppe where quiet Dunai was set
free and wandered on as he had done before he became the officer of
the King of Lithuania and loved the Princess Nastasya. On he went,
quietly watching until he came to Kiev town, where he went to the
inn and entered into conversation with men of the place. From these
fellows he learnt that Prince Vladimir was holding a great feast,
and that his guests were eating the white swan and drinking green
wine of priceless value.
As it happened, just at that moment the boasting time had come. One
man bragged of his horse, another of his valour, a third of his sharp
sword, a fourth of his young wife, and a wise man who had not drunk
so well, of the goodness of his father and the tenderness of his
mother. In time, Prince Vladimir grew weary of their boasting and
stood up among them, whereupon all their voices were hushed.
"Boast not, my brothers," he said with a show of impatience. "Glory
not in your horses, your great deeds, your golden treasures. Have not
I red gold, white silver, and fine seed pearls in great abundance? But
in one matter most of you outstrip me. For ye have wives loving and
beautiful, while I, your Prince, am still unwed. Is there no Princess
who is my mate, and who will wed with me? She must be like a goddess
in stature and like a goddess in the perfection of her beauty, of
delicate grace, and stately of gait like the peacock. There must be a
faint flush in her face like unto the white hare, while her eyes must
be falcon clear and full of light. Yellow hair must she have, with
eyebrows of blackest sable, and her speech must be entrancing. Then,
having found her, I shall have one beside me with whom I may think
my deepest thoughts and take counsel, and to whom ye mighty princes,
heroes, and all Kiev may pay homage as your queen."
Then all the guests grew silent, and for a long time no man spoke a
word; and as often as the eye of Vladimir sought out one man, he took
pains to hide himself behind some one bigger. At length there stood
up in his place the bold, brave youth Nikitich, who could both read
and write, and said:
"My lord and master, Prince Vladimir, have I leave to speak what is
in my mind without fear of speedy death or distant exile or heavy
chastisement?"
And Vladimir said, "Say on, Nikitich, and God may forgive you if you
speak unwisely."
Then the bold youth said fearlessly:
"I know a fitting mate for you who is all that you have said, a beauty
with whom none can compare in all the white world. For myself, I have
not seen her, but of her loveliness I have often heard from my comrade,
quiet Dunai, who sitteth now in the inn and hath no garments to fit
him out for appearance at this honourable feast."
"Take my golden keys," said Vladimir, "and open my wardrobes. Choose
from thence all that quiet Dunai requires of raiment, and bring him
to me."
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