out of the banquet-hall with the ambassador by his side.
Now when they came out into the bright sunlight and had almost reached the pavilion, Vasilissa looked up at her husband and said:
"Do you not know me, Stavr? "
"Alas and alack!" said he, rubbing his eyes, "after such a time in such a dungeon I cannot recall the faces of far-off years."
"Stupid," said she. "Do you not know your own young wife Vasilissa, of whom you made your boast? "
"I would know Vasilissa if I had not seen her for thirteen years," said Stavr, with a great deal of certainty and not a little vexation.
"Stupider and stupider," said Vasilissa, turning away. "I am certain that you would not know her after three months."
Then she went into the pavilion, where she put off her ambassador's garments and dressed herself as Vasilissa, placing a coif upon her head to hide her shortened hair. When she came forth Stavr dropped his harp of maple wood upon the lap of moist Mother Earth, and taking his young wife by her lily- white hands, he kissed her sugar mouth.
"Let us ride, my fair one," he said, "ride fast and far."
"Not so," was the reply; "we shall not steal away but march away from royal Kiev town. Let us go back to Prince Vladimir, and to Lovely, my promised bride."
