For three years Guidon lived with Militrisa, and they had one only
son, named Bova Korolevich, who was of a powerful figure and handsome
bearing, and he grew, not from day to day, but from hour to hour. One
day Queen Militrisa Kirbitovna called her faithful servant Litcharda,
and said: "Do me a true service; I will repay you with gold and
precious stones: take this letter to Tsar Dadon, without the knowledge
of King Guidon: fail not to do my bidding, or you shall die a
miserable death."

Litcharda took the private letter of the Queen, mounted his horse,
rode to Tsar Dadon, and delivered the letter to him. When Dadon read
it through he laughed, and said to Litcharda: "Your Queen either jokes
or wishes to affront me: she invites me to lead my army before the
city of Anton, and promises to deliver up her husband to me; this
cannot truly be meant, because she has a young son." But Litcharda
replied: "Mighty Tsar Dadon, let not this letter arouse your
suspicion; put me in prison with food and drink, collect your army,
and march to the city of Anton, and if the contents of the letter
prove untrue, let me suffer death."

When Tsar Dadon heard these words from Litcharda, he rejoiced, and
ordering the trumpets to sound, he collected an army of thirty
thousand men, marched upon the city of Anton, and encamped on the
royal meadows. No sooner was Militrisa Kirbitovna informed that Tsar
Dadon was encamped before the city with his army, than, dressing
herself in her best attire, she went to King Guidon, and, pretending
to be ill, begged him to go out and slay a wild boar for her to eat.
The King was glad to oblige his wife, and mounting his trusty horse,
rode out to hunt.

As soon as he had left the city, Militrisa ordered the drawbridges to
be raised and the gates to be shut. And hardly had King Guidon
approached Tsar Dadon's rearguard, when the latter instantly pursued
him. Guidon turned his horse towards the city, but flight was in vain;
when he came to the gates, and found them closed, and the drawbridges
up, he was sad at heart, and exclaimed: "Most miserable of men! Now I
see the cunning of my wicked wife, and the death she has prepared for
me. But Bova, my dear boy, why did you not tell me of your mother's
treachery?" As he spoke these words Dadon rode at him, pierced him
through the heart with his lance, and Guidon fell dead from his horse.

When Militrisa Kirbitovna saw this from the city walls, she ordered
the gates t