So they went back to the Prince and told him all their tale. “With good reason did Stavr boast of his young wife,” he said, with a laugh, and then with a frown he added, “but what of Lovely the forsaken bride, for whom I chose a husband?”
“She will doubtless be easily consoled,” said Vasilissa, “and will choose her next bridegroom for herself. May he harp as well and boast not so well as Stavr of Chernigof.”
THE GOLDEN HORDE
Prince Vladimir lost no occasion of making a royal feast, and his banquets were the admiration of Holy Russia and of all the white world. To one banquet he invited a large number of princes, nobles, mighty heroes and their body-guards, as well as a company of merchant princes who had bought land with their wealth in order that they might be accounted gentlemen. The host made good cheer, the food was of the richest, the wine of the greenest, and the white oak tables gleamed like the newly fallen snow on the wide steppe. The stove glowed fiercely, and Ilya sat in the great corner honoured of all.