countered the infidels, and at one blow killed thirty-three knights and a countless multitude of common soldiers. Should any knight pass this way, let him read this inscription, and follow Gol Voyansky." He then remounted his mare and started off afresh.
Soon afterwards, Churila Plenkovich passed by the post, and, having read the inscription, was greatly surprised at the announcement of such astonishing prowess. Although he had never heard of Gol before, he was very anxious to make friends with so valiant a knight. Churila galloped after Gol, and soon overtook him.
"Did not a knight called Gol Voyansky pass this way?" he cried.
"I am Gol," answered the moujik. "And who may you be?"
"Churila Plenkovich," the young knight replied, with a bow, saying to himself as he did so, "Well, this is something wonderful! A common moujik on a sorry horse! Why, it is really disgraceful to be found in such company!"
"Go on my left side," said Gol.
Churila, full of wonder, did so, staring all the time at our hero and his miserable steed.
Meanwhile Eruslan Lazarevich came to the post, and having also read the inscription, galloped after Gol. He soon came up with him, and seeing his friend Churila,
