{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/hbs/hbs31.htm","path":"neu/hbs/hbs31.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/hbs/hbs31.htm","text":"| Marko it grieved. He spake to the steed: | | \n| | \u201cA hundred and sixty years, | \n| Said Marko to the vila: | | \n| | \u201cMay thy throat ache for this! | \n| Said the vila: | | \n| | \u201cMarko, my brother sworn, none shall take Dapple so. | \n| He wept apace and spake apace: | | \n| | \u201cAh, lying world, fair flower\u2014 | \n| And he writes a letter: | | \n| | \u201cWhoever over \u00d9rvina shall fare |","title":"THE DEATH OF MARKO KR\u00c1LYEVICH","type":"page"}