he guardian of his
memory when dead. Not so, alas! with you, my son. You go to the Tsar's
Court and play mischievous tricks with the children of the princes and
boyars, and they have complained to the Tsar Kartaus, and he has
banished you from the kingdom."

At this Yaroslav laughed and said: "My lord and father, grieve not for
me that I am banished. I have only one trouble: I am now fifteen
years old, and have never been able to find in your stables a good
horse that might serve me for ever and aye." Then they went into the
marble halls, and Yaroslav Lasarevich begged permission of his father
and mother to travel about the world, to see men and to be seen. So
his parents at length consented, and gave him twenty lads, and fifty
skilful builders, to build a marble palace on the sea coast. These
builders erected the palace in three days, and sent a messenger to
Prince Lasar and the Princess Epistimia, to tell them that the
splendid palace was ready. Then Yaroslav took leave of his parents,
and Prince Lasar and his wife wept bitterly at parting with their son,
and gave him their blessing.

So Yaroslav Lasarevich rode until he came to the marble palace on the
seashore. His father and mother offered him gold, silver, jewels,
horses, and attendants, but Yaroslav would have none of these: he took
with him only an old horse, a Tcherkess saddle, a snaffle-bit, a
blanket, and a leather whip. Thus came Yaroslav to his marble palace
on the seashore, threw the blanket over him, placed the saddle under
his head, and stretched himself out to sleep. Early the next morning
Yaroslav arose, went out to walk on the seashore, and shot a number of
wild geese, swans, and ducks. Upon these he fed, and lived thus one,
two, and three months. Then he went upon a road which was so broad
that a shot could not reach across it, and so deep that it went to the
ears of a brave steed. Yaroslav looked at the road, and said to
himself: "Who travels this road, a great army or a stout knight?" It
happened that an old man came riding up to him on his grey horse, and
he dismounted and threw himself down with his face to the ground,
saying: "Long life and happiness to you, Yaroslav Lasarevich! How goes
it with you, my lord? and how comes it that you are in this desert
spot?" "What is your name, old brother?" said Yaroslav. The man
replied: "My name is Ivashka, master, and my horse is called
Alotyagilei. I am a great shot and a mighty wrestler in the host of