under their sway; wherefore, marry thou our Prince, Malo" for
the Drevlyan Prince was named Malo. Olga said to them: "Your
speech pleaseth me, for my husband cannot be raised from the
dead; but I desire to show you honor, to-morrow, before my
people; wherefore, to-day, go ye to your boat, and lie down in
the boat, exalting yourselves; and to-morrow I will send for
you, and ye must say: 'we will not ride on horses, we will not
walk afoot, but do ye carry us in our boat.'" Thus did she
dismiss them to the boat. Then Olga commanded a great and deep
pit to be digged in the courtyard of the palace, outside the
town. And the next morning, as Olga sat in her palace, she sent
for the guests, and Olga's people came to them, saying: "Olga
biddeth you to a great honor." But they said: "We will not ride
on horses, nor on oxen, neither will we walk afoot, but do thou
carry us in our boat." And the Kievlyans said: "We must,
perforce, carry you; our prince is slain, and our princess
desireth to wed your prince," and they bore them in the boat,
and those men sat there and were filled with pride; and they
carried them to the courtyard, to Olga, and flung them into the
pit, together with their boat. And Olga, bending over the pit,
said unto them: "Is the honor to your taste?" and they made
answer: "It is worse than Igor's death"; and she commanded that
they be buried alive, and they were so buried.

The narrative goes on to state that Olga sent word to the Drevlyans,
that if they were in earnest, their distinguished men must be sent to
woo her for their prince; otherwise, the Kievlyans would not let her go.
Accordingly, they assembled their best men, the rulers, and sent them
for her. Olga had the bath heated and ordered them to bathe before
presenting themselves to her, and when they began to wash, Olga had the
bath-house set on fire, and burned them up. Then Olga sent again to the
Drevlyans, demanding that they collect a vast amount of hydromel in the
town where her husband had been slain, that she might celebrate the
ancient funeral feast, and weep over his grave. So they got the honey
together, and brewed the hydromel (or mead), and Olga, taking with her a
small body-guard, in light marching order, set out on the road and came
to her husband's grave and wept over it; and commanded her people to
erect a high mound over