{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/hbs/hbs11.htm","path":"neu/hbs/hbs11.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/hbs/hbs11.htm","text":"Sacred-Texts\u00a0Legends & Sagas\u00a0Index\u00a0Previous\u00a0Next\n \n \n \n \n \n \n \n p. 68\n \n \n \n FRAGMENTS OF K\u00d3SOVO BALLADS\n \n I\n \n MURAD the tsar hath come in war down upon K\u00f3sovo;\n \n He sent a letter to Kr\u00fashevats that the tsar his will might know:\n \n \u2003\u201cHo, Lazar, lord of Servia, with sense it scarce accords,\n \n That there should be one empery \u2019neath the power of two lords,\n \n One rayah that pays double tax! We cannot both rule here!\n \n So render me up your city keys and the taxes for seven year.\n \n But if thou wilt not send them, abide at K\u00f3sovo,\n \n That to our hand we may sunder the land with a keen saber blow.\u201d\n \n \u2003When the fine-written letter Tsar Lazarus had read,\n \n He looked upon the letter and bitter tears he shed.\n \n \n \n \n \n p. 69\n \n \n \n II\n \n Bitter was the tsar\u2019s curse to hear; aye! and a word of woe:\n \n \u2003\u201cWho comes not to the battle with me at K\u00f3sovo,\n \n Let nothing grow beneath his hand in the field that he shall till;\n \n Let not the white wheat spring in the field, nor the vine shoot on the hill!\u201d\n \n \n \n \n \n p. 70\n \n \n \n III\n \n Lazar, the Tsar of Servia, holds his high holiday.\n \n In the secret place, in Kr\u00fashevats, with all his lords he lay.\n \n All of the lords and lordings were come with him to dine:\n \n At his right hand sat Yug Bogdan and Yug\u2019s strong children nine;\n \n On his left sat Vuk Br\u00e1nkovich; at the far end of the board,\n \n With two more Servian vo\u00fdvodas, was Milosh the young lord;\n \n Ivan K\u00f3sanchich was the one, the other of the twain\n \n Was Milan T\u00f3plitsa. And the tsar arose a health to drain\n \n Unto the Servian nobles; he lifted the beaker up:\n \n \u2003\u201cO vo\u00fdvodas and captains, to whom shall I pledge this cup?\n \n If I pledge it unto the oldest, to Yug shall I drink this hour;\n \n I shall pledge it to Vuk Br\u00e1nkovich, if I drink because of power;\n \n If I pledge to whomsoever is dear to me and mine,\n \n I\u2019ll drink to my good brethren, Yug Bogdan\u2019s children nine;\n \n For beauty to Ivan K\u00f3sanchich, and to Milan for his height;\n \n But unto Milosh \u00d3bilich for the glory of his might.\n \n To none other will I drink it, while I have strength and breath:\n \n \n \n \n \n p. 71\n \n \n \n A health unto Milosh Obilich, and faith and broken faith!\n \n Faith first and treason to follow! To-morrow at K\u00f3sovo\n \n Thou shalt betray me, and after to the tsar of the Turks shalt thou go.\n \n Hail to thee, and a health to thee, and the cup\u2019s delight be thine!\n \n Rise up, Milosh the vo\u00fdvoda, and lightly drink the wine!\u201d\n \n \u2003Milosh rose swiftly to his feet, and bowed to the black earth:\n \n \u2003\u201cPraise to thee, Lazar the glorious, and a greeting to thy worth!\n \n Praise for thy gift and greeting, but for thy speech no praise!\n \n Since I was never a traitor, by my faith, in all my days,\n \n Nor ever will work treason. But at K\u00f3sovo to-morn\n \n Belike for the Cross of Christ and his Faith shall I be overborne.\n \n But treachery is at thy knee, and drinketh before thy face;\n \n There sits the traitor Br\u00e1nkovich, of the accurs\u00e8d race.\n \n To-morrow on St. Vitus\u2019 day, on the field of K\u00f3sovo,\n \n Who of us twain is true or false, all men shall clearly know.1\n \n \n \n \n \n p. 72\n \n \n \n An God me speed, will I ride indeed to K\u00f3sovo in the dawn,\n \n To slash the throat of Murad the tsar and set my foot thereon.\n \n An God give me good fortune, safely returning here,\n \n I will lay hand on Br\u00e1nkovich, and bind him to this spear,\n \n As flax on the long distaff is bound by a woman\u2019s hand,\n \n And to and fro in K\u00f3sovo will I bear him through the land.\u201d\n \n \n \n \n \n p. 73\n \n \n \n IV\n \n \u201cHo, brother Ivan K\u00f3sanchich, hast thou spied the Turks\u2019 array?\n \n Have the Turks a mighty army? Can we beat them in the fray?\u201d\n \n | Quoth Ivan: | \n| | \u201cMilosh \u00d3bilich, my own good brother dear, | \n \n I have spied the Turkish army, and a great host have they here.\n \n Should all of us be changed to salt, we scarce should salt their meat.\n \n Full fifteen days throughout their host have I walked with nimble feet,\n \n Nor came on end or number, howsoever I might march;\n \n From the marble to the maple, thence to S\u00e1zliya of the arch,\n \n From the arched bridge to Zvechan the whole land have they ta\u2019en;\n \n From Zvechan through Chechan to the wood they seized the mount amain.\n \n Ranks of horses and heroes, spears like a mountain wall,\n \n And like the clouds of heaven are their banners over all;\n \n And like the snows from heaven are their tents upon the plain;\n \n And should a storm rise o\u2019er them, on the earth it would not rain,\n \n \n \n \n \n p. 74\n \n \n \n But on horses and on heroes would the rain fall from on high.\n \n The tsar took Lab and S\u00edtnitsa and Mazgit field thereby.\u201d\n \n | Still Milosh \u00d3bilich questions him: | \n| | \u201cIvan, brother in war, | \n \n Tell me where lieth, brother, the tent of Murad the tsar;\n \n For unto the Tsar Lazarus my word is given and gone,\n \n That I would slash Tsar Murad\u2019s throat and set my foot thereon.\u201d\n \n | But Ivan answers him lightly: | \n| | \u201cBrother, a fool art thou! | \n \n Where in the center of the camp Tsar Murad lieth now,\n \n Wert thou a wing\u00e8d goshawk from out high heaven sped,\n \n Thou couldst not in thine anger hurt a hair upon his head.\u201d\n \n | Then Milosh speaketh to Ivan: | \n| | \u201cIvan, my brother dear, | \n \n Speak not thus to Tsar Lazarus, lest he and the host should fear;\n \n But unto the Tsar Lazarus thus and thus shalt thou say:\n \n \u2003\u201c\u2009\u2018Strong are the Turks, but we, mayhap, will shake them in the fray,\n \n \n \n \n \n p. 75\n \n \n \n And lightly overcome them, for no host of battle they are,\n \n But priests and pilgrims and merchants, and knaves that know not war,\n \n That are come abroad together to eat Tsar Murad\u2019s bread.\n \n And for the royal army, the half are well-nigh dead\n \n From the grievous ill of heartache, that is a bitter pain,\n \n And the good steeds of that army are glandered on the plain.\u2019\u2009\u201d\n \n \n \n \n \n p. 76\n \n \n \n V\n \n \u201cWho is the great hero that lifted once his hand,\n \n And sundered well twelve Turkish heads with the edges of the brand?\u201d\n \n | \u201cThat is the brave Ban Strahin.\u201d | \n| | \u201cWhat hero cometh here, | \n \n That spitteth the Moslems two and two on the edges of his spear,\n \n And driveth them before him to S\u00edtnitsa\u2019s gray tide?\u201d\n \n \u2003\u201cThat is Srija the champion, whom men call the Angry-Eyed.\u201d\n \n \u2003\u201cWhat hero on a white steed bears the flag of the cross in his hands,\n \n And all along he harries the flying Turks in bands,\n \n And chases them in his anger to S\u00edtnitsa the flood?\u201d\n \n \u2003\u201cThat is Boshko the captain, of old Yug Bogdan\u2019s blood.\u201d\n \n \n \n Next\n \n \n \n \n \n Footnotes\n \n \n \n \n \n p. 71\n \n \n \n 1 As Mijatovich remarks (Servia and the Servians, 1908, p. 183), there is here in the original \u201ca fine play on the\n \n \n \n p. 72\n \n word vid,\u201d which means both Vitus and sight. The literal translation is: \u201cTomorrow is the fair day of St. Vitus (or of Sight); we shall see on the field of K\u00f3sovo, etc.\u201d","title":"FRAGMENTS OF K\u00d3SOVO BALLADS","type":"page"}