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Also I fear me that thou art in danger to perish."
Sage was Vojvoda Momčilo,
Sage he was, yet was he deceived,
And to his wife thus he spake:
"Vidosava, my faithful wife,
As touching that I will give thee easy comfort,
Right well mayst thou see the wings of Čile.
What time the first cocks crow,
Get thee forth to the new stable,
Then will Čile let grow his wings 110
And so mayst thou perceive them."
He said, and laid him down to sojourn among dreams.
Momčilo slept but his wife slept not,
On the pallet she listened
For the first cocks to crow;
And when the first cocks crowed,
She sprang from the soft pallet,
She lit the candle in the lantern,
She took with her tar and tallow
And straightway went to the new stable. 120
And in truth it was as Momčilo had spoken,
For Jabučilo did cause his wings to grow,
Down to his hoofs he caused his wings to grow;
Forthwith she smeared his wings,
With tallow and with tar she smeared them
And with the candle she set the wings on fire;
With fire she burnt them up, the wings of Jabučilo,
And what by fire she could not utterly destroy,
She bound up fast around his knees.
Thereafter she hied her to the armoury,130
She took the sword of Momčilo
She dipped it in salt blood,
And returned to the soft pallet.
On the morrow when the dawn whitened,
Vojvoda Momčilo arose,
And to his wife Vidosava he said:
