sleeping man; so he lay down in the tent, on the other side,
near Prince Ivan. When Ivan awoke he went out of the tent, and saw
that his steed was driven away, and was grazing in the open fields,
whilst a strange horse ate the corn. Then he returned to the tent and
saw a youth lying fast asleep. Prince Ivan looked fiercely at him; but
suddenly reflected that he should have little honour from killing a
man asleep. So he cried: "Stand up, man, and save yourself. Why have
you put your horse to feed on another's corn, and lain down to sleep
in another's tent? For this you must answer with your life." Then
Yaroslav awoke, and Prince Ivan asked him his name, whence he came,
and who his parents were. "I am from the kingdom of Kartaus," answered
Yaroslav, "the son of Prince Lasar and the Princess Epistimia and my
name is Yaroslav. Your steed has not been driven away by me, but by my
horse, and good folk are not used to meet strangers with uncivil
speech, but rather to treat them with hospitality. If you have a glass
of water, give it to me, for I am your guest." "You are young," said
Ivan, "and it befits me not to fetch your water; bring it to me
rather." "You pluck the bird before you have caught it," replied the
other, "and blame a youth ere you have tried him." Then said Prince
Ivan: "I am the prince of princes, and the knight of knights, and you
are a cossack." "Ay, indeed!" replied Yaroslav, "you are prince in
your tent; but let us meet in the open field and we are equals."
Prince Ivan saw that he had no coward to deal with: he took a golden
flask, fetched some cold water, and gave it to Yaroslav to drink. Then
they mounted their horses and rode into the open country. And when
they began to fight, Yaroslav struck Prince Ivan with the butt of his
lance and hurled him to the ground: then he whirled round his horse,
put the point of his lance to Ivan's breast, and said: "Prince Ivan,
wilt thou live or die?" And Ivan answered: "Yaroslav Lasarevich, be to
me my elder brother--spare my life!"

Then Yaroslav dismounted, took Prince Ivan, the Russian knight, by
his hand and embraced him, calling him his younger brother; whereupon
they mounted their steeds, rode off to the tent, and fell to feasting
and making merry. And Yaroslav said: "My lord brother, Prince Ivan, as
I was wandering in the open country I came upon two slain armies." To
which Ivan replied: "Brother Yaroslav, the first army, of the Tsar
Feodul, I slew when he refu