“You have lately been favoured in these parts with spring weather and my embroidered garments are befouled with the mire of the plain.” This he said to show his magnificence, for he was splendidly clad, as befitted his ancestry, and he knew it. So he went to the banquet-hall, his steed following after him; and when he came within the place he bowed to Prince Vladimir until his golden curls swept the red brick floor. Then he stood upright and looked about him, and having looked he shook his head doubtfully and slightingly, for to his eyes accustomed to the shining splendour of India the Glorious the palace was mean beyond compare.
But he sat down with another shake of his head, wondering upon what meal of frozen oats his fine steed was being regaled and eyeing with scorn the tables of white oak with their cloths patterned with drawn-work of white thread, the handiwork of the Princess Apraxia. He ate and drank well, however, and when he showed more contentment, Vladimir asked him courteously if it were a long journey from India the Glorious to Kiev town.
“I set out at vespers on Holy Saturday,” said Diuk lightly, “and as you know, I have been at early Mass in Kiev town this Easter day.”
“And can you buy such steeds as yours cheaply in India the Glorious?” asked Prince Vladimir still courteously.
“Oh,” said Diuk lightly still, “we have them at a rouble, or two roubles, or six roubles, or even seven, but Rough-Coat is priceless and not to be purchased by the wealthiest trader.” Then he thrust his hands into his belt and stared about the room, while a great hush fell upon the company.
But one of the heroes of Holy Russia rose slowly to his feet and said heavily: “My lord, Prince Vladimir, I have travelled far from Kiev town and have been even to India the Glorious. And I know without hearsay that by the straight way for heroic travellers it is a journey of three months, but by the round way for merchants it is a six months’ passage and more, indeed, unless on the way the traveller springs from horse to horse, making no delay.”
To this speech courteous Prince Vladimir said nothing in reply. The guests looked at each other at a loss for the next event, and then feeling hungry and thirsty again fell upon the banquet with heroic strength. But Diuk sat at the board sad and silent until Vladimir spoke to him.
“What ails your sad heart, bold youth?” he asked gently. “Is the feast not to your taste? Or do you fear the boasting time which is surely coming, when you shall have nothing of which you may brag?”
“Prince Vladimir,” said Diuk, “I am wealthier far than you are. For my father left me great riches, and I am used to fine white bread made from flour of Turkish wheat.”
Then courteous Prince Vladimir ordered his servants to bring wine of the greenest and cakes of wheaten flour. Diuk drank one half of the wine and poured out the rest upon the table as if its value were of no account, and some of the dogs licked the drops and then lay down to sleep. He took off the top crust of the fine wheaten cakes, ate the middle, and flung the rest to the other dogs. And even yet courteous Prince Vladimir blamed him not at all.