[Ivanka the Wolf-Slayer.]
By Mark Eastwood.
he Prince threw the reins to his servant and sprang from the sledge.
"Where is he?" demanded he.
The Muzhik in the doorway of the hut stood bowing to the ground. He did not presume to lift his eyes to the High Noble, but they had flashed up like signal-fires at the words. Yet he affected not to understand.
"IVANKA, MY LITTLE ONE, SLEW THE WOLF."