Kralewitz Marko Of Servia





Kralewitz Marko was the son of a Servian king who lived many, many

years ago. He was very fond of hunting, and one day he rode forth on

his horse Saria to the mountain Sargau. Being tired, he dismounted,

tied his horse to a tree, sat down in its shade and fell asleep.



And as he slept it happened that Arbanes Neda with his seven brothers

rode by. They all dismounted, lifted Kralewitz, bound him to his

horse, and rode away with him to Jedrena, where they presented him to

the vizier.



Highly pleased over the gift, the vizier took the king's son and threw

him into prison. Two long years Kralewitz lay there, longing for

liberty and home. Then he learned that in a few days he was to be

executed.



Immediately he wrote a letter to his friend, Milos Obilis, asking for

help. This important message he entrusted to his only companion, a

white falcon. Tying the letter under the bird's wing he set it free.



The falcon easily found its way, alighted on Milos' window, and was

admitted. Scarcely had Milos read the letter, when he and two of his

friends were ready to set out for Jedrena. They reached there the day

before the execution.



In the morning the gate of the city was opened and Marko was led out.

Milos and his companions accompanied the mournful procession to an

open field in which the execution was to take place. Two Arabs stood

up with gleaming swords prepared to cut off Marko's head.



"Hold on, brothers," cried Milos. "I will give you a sharper sword

with which to cut off the malicious head of the noble Piam. See, with

this sword did the good-for-nothing treacherously slay my father.

Cursed be his hand!"



With these words he rushed to Marko's side; then with one swift stroke

he cut off the head of one Arab, and with another the head of the

other.



With still another stroke he severed the chains that bound Marko, and

Marko, seizing a sword, swung himself into his saddle, and with his

friends began to attack the horde of Turks. Frightened, the Turks fled

before them, and Marko and his companions returned to their own

country.



Marko waited for and soon found the opportunity of showing his

gratitude to his friend, for Milos and two of his brothers were thrown

into prison in Varadin. Milos wrote with his own blood a letter to

Marko, asking for help.



Then the king's son sprang to his horse Saria and rode to Varadin.

Outside of the city he dismounted, stuck his spear in the earth, tied

Saria and began drinking the black wine which he had brought with him.

He poured it into huge beakers, half of which he drank himself, and

half of which he gave to Saria.



At the same time a beautiful maiden, the daughter-in-law of the

general, passed by. When she saw the king's son she was frightened and

ran and told her father-in-law.



Then the general sent out his son Velimir with three hundred men to

take Marko prisoner. The knights encircled Kralewitz Marko, but he

continued drinking his wine and paid no attention to them. But Saria

noticed them, and drawing near her master began beating the ground

with her hoofs.



At this Marko looked up and saw himself surrounded. He emptied his

beaker, threw it to the ground, and sprang to his horse.



Like a falcon among doves Marko charged against the enemy. He cut off

the heads of some and drove the rest before him into the Danube.

Velimir tried to flee, but Marko threw him from his horse, tied his

hands and feet and bound him to Saria. Then again he began to drink

his wine.



All this the maiden watched and reported to her father. He gathered

together three thousand knights and rode forth against the stranger.

They surrounded Marko, but he was undismayed. Bravely he charged

against them, his sword in his right hand, his spear in his left, and

the reins held between his teeth.



Every knight he touched with either sword or spear fell instantly to

the ground, and when Vuca, the general, wholly dismayed, tried to

escape on his fiery Arabian horse, Marko followed him, threw him,

bound him, and led him to the place where his son lay. Then he bound

the two together, tossed them on the saddle of the Arabian horse and

rode home. There he put them in prison.



Hearing this, the wife of the general wrote a letter to Marko, begging

for mercy for her husband and son. Marko promised to release them on

condition that she release Milos and his brothers. This she did,

honoring them and making them rich presents.



"Now, for the love of Heaven," said she, "see that my husband and my

son return to me."



"Never fear," answered Milos. "Give me the general's black horse;

adorn him as the general adorned him; give me a golden chariot with

twelve horses, such as the general rides in when he journeys to the

emperor in Vienna; and give me the robe that the general wears on

state occasions."



The wife provided all that he asked, and gave the prisoners for

themselves a thousand ducats. Then they rode away.



Marko welcomed them, released the general and his son and provided

them with a strong body-guard back to Varadin. Then Milos and his

brothers divided the ducats among them, kissed the hand of the king's

son, and rode away into their own country.





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