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Then Vojvoda Momčilo lifted up his voice and cried:
"I adjure thee, King Vukašin,
Take not to thyself my Vidosava250
Vidosava my faithless wife,
For she will cause thee to lose thy head also;
Today she betrayeth me to thee,
Tomorrow she will betray thee to another;
Wherefore do thou take my dear sister,
Mine own dear sister Jevrosima,
She will be faithful to thee ever,
And will bear thee a hero like unto myself."
Thus spake Vojvoda Momčilo
Thus he spake compelling his spirit,260
And when he had spoken he gave up the ghost.
When Momčilo was now dead,
The Castle gates were opened,
And Vidosava that she-hound went forth,
And gave welcome to King Vukašin.
She led him to the White Tower,
She made him to sit down at golden tables,
And feasted him with wine and brandy,
With lordly dishes and fine meats of every sort;
Next she goeth to the armoury 270
And thence brought him Momčilo's apparel,
Momčilo's apparel and his weapons.
And now behold a marvel!
That which had reached to Momčilo's knees
Trailed on the ground behind Vukašin;
What for Momčilo had been a fitting helmet
Came down on the shoulders of Vukašin;
What had been a fitting boot for Momčilo
Therein Vukašin could put both his legs;
What had been a fair golden ring for Momčilo280
Therein Vukašin might place three fingers;
What had been a proper sword for Momčilo
Trailed on the ground an ell's-length behind Vukašin.
What had been a coat of mail for Momčilo
