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Thereof was Djemo passing glad,
And right so they came before the inn.
And Janja the ale-wife came forth.
When she looked and saw Marko in fetters,
Marko winked at her with the eye,
And she laughed, Janja the ale-wife:
"Well done and featly, mighty man of men!
Thanks be to God for all that he hath wrought. 150
For that I have seen Marko bound in fetters
I will give thee to drink, Djemo,
Without white dinars nor yet paras.
Yea, for three white days if so it pleaseth thee."
She took Djemo's horse from him,
And brought him into the tavern,
And made him free of wine and rakia.
Djemo the Mountaineer drank deep,
And toasted the health of Marko Kraljević.
He toasted him but gave him naught to drink. 160
And when Djemo was grown merry with wine,
Janja the ale-wife brought him wine,
Red wine, seven years old;
Therein she put all manner of herbs,
And Djemo's head sank down to sleep unpillowed.
Lightly to her feet sprang Janja,
And loosed the irons from her pobratim.
And Marko fastened them upon Djemo.
And when he had made fast the heavy iron chain,
Marko sate him down to drink the red wine; 170
And he struck Djemo with boot and spur:
"Up, Djemo, let us drink together!"
Djemo the Mountaineer looked round about him,
He perceived Marko above him,
He felt the heavy iron chain about his neck.
Lightly sprang Djemo to his feet
But the chain of iron drew him down.
With arms and legs he strained,
His arms cracked in the shoulders,
