ZABOI AND SLAVOI.
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And towards the mountain blue they go
Deep through the forest’s night.
And when the fifth day’s sun arose,
True hands they gave and took,
And down beneath, with foxen eyes,
On the king’s host they look.
“His armies Ludiek must unite,
“To quell at a single stroke—
Ho! Ludiek! thou art but a slave[1]
“Set over the slavish folk!
“Go, tell thy tyrant his command
“To us is nought but smoke!”
In wrath did Ludiek shout aloud,
And his hosts together bring;
Beneath the sky ’twas glittering light,
“As the sun his beams did fling
On the countless weapons, glancing bright,
Of the armies of the king.
All, all were ready for the war,
On every sword a hand,
And every foot in act to march,
As Ludiek might command.
- ↑ Ludiek is evidently only the lieutenant and vassal of a powerful sovereign, and not a monarch, himself.
