The Death of Marko Krályevich
Heroic Ballads of Serbia
George Rapall Noyes & Leonard Bacon
Prince Marko rose up early on Sunday before the sun,
On Mount Úrvina by the seacoast. And as he rode thereon,
Dapple the stallion staggered sore; from his eyes ran bitter tears.
Marko it grieved. He spake to the steed:
“A hundred and sixty years,
Dapple, my gallant stallion, are gone since I came on thee.
Never hast thou staggered; yet to-day hast thou staggered under me,
And thou sheddest tears. God knoweth there is no good from the sign:
The one of us is in danger; thy life it is or mine.”
While Marko spake, a vila on Úrvina’s steep side
In summons to Prince Marko lifted her voice and cried:
“Knowest thou, Marko, my brother sworn, why stumbles Dapple, thine horse?
He sorrows for thee, his master, since soon will ye part perforce.”
Said Marko to the vila:
“May thy throat ache for this!
How should I part with Dapple? Cities and emperies