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
"Nay," said Diuk quickly, "Alyosha shall not go; for he hath greedy
eyes and pilfering fingers, and he will never, I assure you, come back
again to Kiev town." Then he sat down at the table of the banquet hall,
where the whole company was now gathered, and wrote a message upon
a parchment and fastened it to one of his flaming arrows. To this
he whispered a word of direction, and then, fitting it to his bow,
he shot it forth from the open window across the boundless plain. The
winged messenger found Ilya of Murom near the door of his pavilion
where he was resting with Nikitich, and as soon as he had read the
scroll the Old Cossáck said to his wise companion:
"Go thou to Diuk in Kiev town and tell him that, if Nikitich is not
an army in himself, then Ilya will come who is a host."
As soon as he saw Nikitich, Diuk's eyes shone with welcoming
pleasure. "Ah, Nikitich," he said, "you shall go as talesman with two
others to India the Glorious, to make lists of all my possessions in
treasure and goods and herds and flocks.
"Take parchment sufficient for three years and three days," the young
man went on, "and I promise you in prophecy that you will do homage
to my servant-maids, mistaking each of them in turn for my lady
mother." Then he laughed gently as one who wins a fight by putting
aside with naked arm the ponderous mace of his adversary.
The three talesmen set out at once, followed by three waggons heaped
with parchment; and after many wanderings and not a few adventures
Nikitich came to India the Glorious, on the verge of which they climbed
a lofty mountain, from whence they beheld the land lying before them.
"Why, the country burns!" cried Nikitich in fearful amazement. But
when they drew nearer they saw that it was only the glow of the golden
roofs and the temple domes, blended with the colour of the yellow
pathways spread with ruddy scarlet cloth. In the midst they saw the
white stone palace of Diuk, which had three-and-thirty towers, whose
rounded roofs were covered with green copper which is more precious
than fine gold. Round about the gleaming palace spread a lovely garden,
delicious in the coolness of its greenery, planted with all kinds
of fruit trees, and surrounded by a high railing of gold pillars,
set with knots of green copper and broken here and there with gates
of brass. About the pathways of this pleasure-ground and in the
verandahs of the palace walked the loveliest of maidens, attended by
resplendent gallants, who played upon their musical instruments and
sang gay songs of love and valour.
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