"A few days afterwards, we left Venice; even before the Carnival was quite over."
"I suppose you were sorry to leave that beautiful town of pleasure?" said the Baron.
"Very sorry indeed; still, there was something to me sweeter than pleasure, young as I was."
"What was it, Countess?"
"Revenge, so sweet to all Slavs."
"And you revenged yourself?"
"I have bided my time, Baron; every knot comes to the comb, they say."
"Did they all come?"
"Sooner or later, all, to the very last; some of my enemies even rotted in the mines of Siberia——"
The Baron shivered, thinking of his father.
"Others——" The Countess, for a moment, seemed to be thinking of the past.
"Well?"
"But it is my own story I am telling you, not theirs. Count Yarnova and I reached Paris almost at the same time. On my arrival, I presented myself at the Russian Embassy. As the Ambassadress happened to be looking for a companion or reader, the place was offered to me; I accepted it most willingly. A few days afterwards, I was informed by the gipsy, that the Count was to call on the Ambassadress the next day. I remembered the prediction; I did my best to bring it about. The room was exactly like the one described by my friend the gipsy; the furniture was gilt, the walls were covered over with old damask; as the Ambassadress was fond of flowers, the room looked like a hot-house. I had put on the same white dress in which he had already seen me three times, and knowing the very moment the Count would come, I spoke of Russian peasant songs; I mentioned the one I was to sing, and being requested to sing it, I did so. Before I ended it, the door was opened and Count Yarnova was announced.
"I do not know whether his could be called love at first sight, but surely everybody in the room thought that his sudden passion for me had almost deprived him of his reason.
"The Count called on the morrow, and asked if I could receive him; I did so, and he at once confessed his love for me. He told me that although he was old enough to be my father, still, he felt sure I should in time be fond of him, for marriages being made in heaven, I was ordained to be his wife.
"I tried to explain the plight in which I found myself, but he interrupted me at once, telling me that he knew everything.
"'I am aware that you have been forsaken by a cruel-hearted man,' said he, 'but henceforth I shall be everything to you.'
"I summoned my courage, I spoke to him of my child.
"'The child that was born on Christmas night?'
"'Yes,' I answered below my breath.
"'It is my own spiritual child,' said he.
"I looked at him astonished.
"'I know all about it,' he continued. 'On that night I saw you in a vision, just as it had been predicted to me; I saw you just as I see you now. That very night I had, moreover, a vision. I was married to you, and—— but never mind about that dream. I have seen you after that—first in this magic ring; then I saw you materialised at Vienna, and again in Venice. Of course, it was not you, but your double, for you were at that time here in Paris, quite unconscious, quietly asleep, having, perhaps, a dream of what your other self was seeing.'
"Then he began to speak of materialisation, of the influence of planets, in fact, of many chaotic and uninteresting things to which I, apparently at least, listened with the greatest attention. I was well repaid for my trouble, for a few weeks afterwards we were married."
"And your former husband?"
"Was dead to me."
"Did not the Government give you any trouble?"
"The Russian Government knew that Countess Yarnova could be of great help."
"And was she?"
"Even more than had been expected."
The Countess paused a moment. "It happened that my enemies, AleksijOrsinski, were also those of my country, so I crushed them."
The Baron trembled perceptibly.
"But that is their own tale, not mine. We came back to Russia, my husband worshipping me as a superhuman creature."
"And you loved him?"
"I loved but once."
"Then you still loved the man who——"
"Love either flows away like water, or it rankles in a festering heart and changes into gall. At St. Petersburg I saw again my parents. Their curse had fallen on their own heads; fortune's wheel had turned—their wealth was all gone—they were paupers. How despicable people are who, having once been rich, cannot get reconciled to the idea of being poor! How mean all their little makeshifts are! how cringing they get to be! You can even make them swallow any amount of dirt for a dinner you give them. They are all loathsome parasites. I might have ignored my parents—left them to their fate, or else helped them anonymously. I went to see them; it was so pleasant to heap burning coals on their heads. I doled out a pittance to them, received their thanks, allowed them to kiss my hands, knowing how they cursed me within their hearts. Gratitude is the bitterest of all virtues; it sours the very milk of human kindness."
The Countess laughed a harsh, bitter, shrill laugh, and her guest wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
"I shall tell you all about them some other time, in the long winter evenings when the wind howls outside and the country is all covered with its pall of snow. It will be pleasant to sit by the fire and tell you all these old family stories, Aleksij Orsinski."
And the dark figure buried in the big arm-chair laughed again in a mocking, discordant way.
"After some years the Count died, and then I was left sole mistress of all his wealth."
"And Anya?"
"Why, I hardly ever saw her. She was brought up here, in this dreary old castle, like a sleeping beauty; you, like Prince Charming, came to waken her up. You found her here by chance, did you not?"
"Yes, Countess; I happened——"
"Count Yarnova, likewise, found me by chance," said the woman in the dark, jeeringly, and interrupting him.
"What do you mean?" asked the Baron, breathing hard.
"I mean that the last knot has come to the comb." Aleksij Orsinski covered his face with his hands.
"Perhaps, after all," he thought, "this is nothing but a hideous dream."
"Do you not find, Baron, that Anya,yourAnya as you call her, reminds you of another girl, the girl you——"
"Countess, for mercy's sake, I can bear this no longer; who are you?"
The Baron, trembling, panting, sprang to his feet and went up to the Countess. She thereupon threw off her mantilla, and appeared in the bright light of the full moon, which was streaming through the mullioned windows.
The Baron stretched out his arms.
"Jadviga!" he said, in a low, muffled tone; then he again covered his face with his hands.
"And now, Aleksij Orsinski, now that my story is at an end," said the Countess, in a jeering tone; "now that, at last, you have wakened from your day-dream, whom am I to call—Anya your fiancée, or Anya your own daughter?"
A low moan was the only answer.
"Speak, man, speak!" said the Countess, sneeringly.
Another moan was heard; not from the Baron, but from behind one of the thick Arras portières. Then it moved, and Anya appeared within the room. She advanced a few steps, stretched out her arms, just as if she were walking in the dark; then, at last, she sank senseless on the floor. The father ran to her, caught her up in his arms, pressed her to his heart, tried to bring her back from her fainting-fit, called her by the most endearing names; but, alas! she was already beyond hearing him.
"You have killed your daughter!" cried Aleksij, beside himself with grief.
"I?" said the Countess.
"Yes, and you have blasted my life!"
"Have you not blasted mine?" replied the Countess, laughing, and yet looking as scared as a ghost.
The Baron was moaning over his daughter's lifeless body.
"You are happy, my Anya; but what is to become of me?"
"Aleksij, rest can always be found within the waters of the Neva; its bed is as soft as down, whilst the breeze blowing in the sedges sings such a soft lullaby."
Orsinski looked up at his wife.
"I think you are right, Jadviga," said he.
"Oh! I know I am," replied the Countess, bursting into a loud, croaking, jarring fit of hysterical laughter. The Baron shuddered, but the Countess laughed louder and ever louder, until the lofty room resounded with that horrible, untimely merriment.
And now, if you pass by the dreary and deserted old Yarnova Castle, you will, perhaps, hear in the dead of the night those dreadful, discordant peals of laughter, whilst the belated peasant who passes by crosses himself devoutly on hearing that sound of fiendish mirth.
The southerly wind which had accompanied theGiustizia di Dioto Cape Salvore suddenly shifted, and a smacking northeasterly breeze began to blow. The whole of that night was a most stormy one; still, the ship bravely weathered the gale. At dawn the wind began to abate, still the sea was very heavy.
At about eight o'clock they perceived a ship, not only in distress, but sinking fast. Milenko at once gave orders to reef the topsails and tack about, so as to be able to approach the wreck, for the sea was by far too heavy to allow them to use their boats.
When they managed to get near enough to hear the shouts of the starving crew, they found out that the sinking ship was theAve Maria, an Austrian barque. After much manoeuvring they got as close to the stern of the sinking ship as they possibly could. Ropes were then thrown across, so that the sailors might catch and tie them around their bodies and jump into the sea. The weakest were first helped to leap overboard, and then they were hauled into theGiustizia di Dio, where they received all the help their state required.
Five men were thus saved, and then the two ships were driven apart by the gale. A scene of despair at once ensued on board theAve Maria, which was sinking lower and lower. By dint of tacking about, theGiustizia di Diowas once more brought by the side of the wreck, and then the captain and boatswain were saved; one of the men, who was drunk, when about to be tied, reeled back to the wine, which, apparently, was sweeter to him than life itself.
Milenko, who had remained at the helm, now came to the prow. It was just then that Vranic caught the rope that had been flung to him, and tied it round his waist. He stood on the stern and was about to leap into the foaming waves below. Milenko, who perceived him, uttered a loud cry, almost a raucous cry of joy, just as mews do as they pounce upon their prey.
"Vranic at last!" said he.
Vranic heard himself called; but, when he recognised his foe, it was too late to keep back—he had already sprung into the sea.
Milenko had snatched the rope from the hands of the sailor who had thrown it. His first impulse was to cut the rope and leave his friend's murderer to the mercy of the waves.
Vranic, who had disappeared for an instant within the abyss of the waters, was seen again, struggling in the midst of the whirling foam. He looked up, and saw one of thepobratimholding the rope. Milenko remained for a moment undecided as to what he was to do.
"Let me help you to pull up," said the boatswain.
The young captain almost mechanically heaved up the rope, and was astonished to find it so light. The rope came home; evidently it had got undone, for Vranic was presently seen battling against the huge billows, trying to regain the sinking ship.
"What has happened?"
"Did the rope get loose?"
"Why did he not hold on?"
"Why does he not try to catch it?"
"Look, he is swimming back towards the wreck."
"He must have cut the rope."
These were the many exclamations of the astonished sailors.
"Thank Heaven, he is guilty of his own blood," replied Milenko, "for this is, after all, the justice of God."
In fact, as soon as Vranic saw that it was Milenko himself who was holding the rope that was tied round his waist, he pulled out the black dagger that he always carried about him, and freed himself; then he turned round and began to swim back towards theAve Maria. At the same time, a big wave came rolling over him; it uplifted and dashed him against the sharp icicles hanging from the wrecked ship, and which looked so manychevaux de frise. He tried to catch hold, to cling to the frozen ropes, but they slipped from his grasp, and the retreating surges carried him off and he disappeared for ever.
The two vessels were parted once more, and Milenko, perceiving that it was useless to remain there any longer and try and save the three drunken sailors who had remained on board, thought it far more advisable to proceed on to Trieste and send them help from there.
When theGiustizia di Dioreached Trieste, the storm had abated, the wind had gone down, and the sea was almost calm. Help was at once sent to the shipwrecked vessel, but, alas! all that could be seen of theAve Mariawas the utmost tops of her masts.
Milenko had been most lucky in his voyages, and had reaped a golden harvest. As steamers had not yet come into any practical use, and the Adriatic trade was still a most prosperous one, ship-owners and captains had a good time of it. In fact, his share of the profits was such as to enable him to buy the ship on his own account. Still, now that thekarvarinabusiness was settled and Uros' death was avenged, he did not care any more for a seafaring life; and, moreover, his heart was at Nona with the girl he loved.
The time he had been away had seemed to him everlastingly long, and, besides, he had been all these months without any news from his family. He was, therefore, overjoyed upon reaching Trieste to find a whole packet awaiting him.
The very first letter that caught his sight was one in a handwriting which, although familiar, he could not recognise. Could it be from Ivanka? Now that they were engaged, she, perhaps, had written to him; still, it hardly seemed probable. Perhaps it was from Giulianic, for, indeed, it was more of a man's than a woman's handwriting. Looking at it closer, he thought, with a sigh, that if poor Uros were alive, he would surely believe it came from him. At last he tore the letter open. It began:
"Ljubi moj brati."
"Can it be possible," said Milenko to himself, "that Uros is still alive?"
He gave a glance at the signature; there was no more doubt about it, the writer was Uros himself. In his joy, he pressed the letter to his lips; then he ran over its contents, which were as follows:
"MY BELOVED BROTHER,—You will, doubtless, be very much surprised to get this letter from me, as I do not think anybody has, as yet, written to you; nor is it likely that you have met anyone from Budua giving you our news. Therefore, as I think you believe me in my coffin, it will be just like receiving a letter from beyond the grave. Anyhow, if I am still alive, it is to you, my dear Milenko, that I owe my life, nay, more than my life, my happiness.
"The day you went away I remained for several hours in a fainting-fit, just like a dead man. My heart had ceased to beat, my limbs had grown stiff and cold; in fact, they say I was exactly like a corpse. I think that, for a little while, I even lost the use of all my senses. At last, when I came to myself, I could neither feel, nor speak, nor move; I could only hear. I lived, as it were, rather out of my body than within it. I heard weeping and wailing, and the prayers for the dead were being said over me. My mother and Milena were kissing my face and hands, and their tears trickled down on my cold lips and eyelids. It was a moment of bitter anguish and maddening terror. Should I lie stiff and stark, like a corpse, and allow myself to be buried? The idea was so dreadful that it quite paralysed me. I again, for a little while, lost all consciousness. Little by little I recovered my senses; I could even open my eyes; I uttered a few faint words. In fact, I was alive. From that moment I began to recover my strength. In less than a fortnight I was able to rise from my bed. From that day my mother's visits not only were shorter, but Milena ceased to come. They told me that the monks had objected to her presence. I was afraid this was an excuse, and, in fact, I soon found out that she had been at the point of death, and, as she was at our house now, my mother was taking care of her. Her illness protracted my own, and my strength seemed once more to pass away. But Milena returned to me, and soon afterwards I was able to leave the convent.
"Can I describe my happiness to you, friend of my heart? You yourself will shortly be married to the girl you are fond of, and then you will know all the bliss of loving and being loved.
"But enough of this, for you will say that either my illness or my stay in the convent has made me maudlin, sentimental—and, perhaps, you will not be quite wrong.
"Let me rather ask you, captain, how you have been faring, and on what seas you have been tossing. Oh! how I long to hear from you, and to see you. I hope you will soon be back amongst us, where a great happiness is in store for you; but more than that I cannot say.
"I sincerely trust you have not met with my enemy, and that your hands are not stained with blood. God has dealt mercifully towards me; He has raised me, as it were, from the dead. Let us leave that wretched wanderer to his fate. Moreover, the first day I was able to leave my cell I walked, or rather I should say I crawled, to church to hear Mass. It was on Rose Sunday, which, as you know, is a week after Easter, and the convent garden was in all its youthful beauty. The priest recited the Scriptures for the day, and amongst the other beautiful things that he read were these words, which seemed addressed to me; they were: 'Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.' Hearing them in church, I almost fancied it was God Himself speaking; and they made such an impression upon me, that I swore to forego all thoughts ofkarvarina, feeling sure that the Almighty will, sooner or later, keep the promise He made to me.
"If I did not know you, my dear Milenko, I might imagine you saying to yourself: 'His illness has crushed all manly spirit out of him.' Still, I feel sure you will not say that of me.
"How often I have been thinking of you, especially the day I left the convent; and on my wedding-day my thoughts were more with you than at home.
"Have your ventures been prosperous? Anyhow, do not invest more money in new ships, for our fathers have just bought a very large schooner. It had been built for a ship-owner, who, having laid out more money in his trade than he could afford, was only too glad to dispose of it. The christening will take place as soon as you come back. Of course, the name chosen isThe Pobratim.
"I do not write to you anything about your family, for your father has written to you several times, although, by the letters we have from you, none of them seem to have reached you as yet. "UROS."
Milenko hastened to open his father's letters, and he found there the "happiness which was in store for him," to which Uros alluded, for Bellacic wrote:
"You will be surprised to hear that we have a new addition to our circle of friends, a family you are well acquainted with. I do not ask you to guess who these people are, for you would never do so. Therefore, I shall tell you Giulianic has come to settle in Budua. The country round Nona, which, as you know, is rather marshy and consequently unhealthy, never agreed with any of them; for reasons best known to themselves they have chosen Budua as their residence. I had known Giulianic years ago, and I was very glad to renew his acquaintance; your mother is greatly taken up with his daughter, who seems to cling to her as to a mother. It appears that when Uros met them last, he played some practical kind of joke upon them and rendered himself rather obnoxious; but his marriage has settled the matter to everybody's satisfaction, especially to Ivanka's, for she and Milena are already great friends. I need not tell you how much your mother longs to have you back."
Milenko, after reading all his letters, could hardly master his impatience any longer; a feeling of home-sickness oppressed him to such a degree that, in his longing, he almost felt tempted to leave his ship and run away. But as ill-luck would have it he could not find a cargo either for Cattaro or Budua; therefore, having unloaded his ship, he bought a cargo of timber, which then found a ready market everywhere, and sailed at once for his native town.
"The north-easterly wind 'll just last all the way out of the Adriatic," said Janovic, the new boatswain they had engaged in Trieste, "and we'll get to Budua in three days, so we'll have just time to unload and go to Cattaro for the feast of San Trifone and the grand doings of themarinerezza, that is, if the captain 'll give us leave."
"Oh, that 'll be delightful," replied Peric, "for I've not seen it yet. What is it like?"
"The feast of themarinerezza," said Janovic, sententiously, "is more beautiful than any kind of pageantry I've seen; why, the carnival of Benetke" (Venice), "the procession ofCorpus Dominiin Trst" (Trieste), "or the feast of theRamazan, at Carigrad" (Constantinople), "cannot be compared to it. So it's useless my describing it to you; it's a thing you must see for yourself."
Five days after their departure from Trieste, theGiustizia di Diowas casting her anchor in the roads of Budua. Although winter was not yet over, spring seemed already to have set in; the sky was of a fathomless blue, the sun was warm and of an effulgent brightness, the brown almond-trees were covered with white blossoms; Nature had already put on her festive garb.
His two fathers, his brother of adoption, Giulianic, Danko Kvekvic, and a host of friends, were waiting on the shore to welcome him back. Then they accompanied him all in a body to his house. His mother, Mara Bellacic and Milena were waiting for him on the threshold. Presently, Giulianic went to fetch his wife and daughter. Ivanka came trying to hide her blushes; nay, to appear indifferent and demure. In front of so many people, Milenko himself felt awkward, and still there was such a wistful, longing look of pent-up love in his searching glances as he bashfully shook hands with her, that, in her maidenly coyness, her eyelids drooped down, so that their long dark lashes kissed her blushing cheeks.
That day seemed quite a festivity for the little town. Thepobratimhad many friends; and besides, all the persons who had taken the awful oath of thekarva tajstvowere anxious to know if Captain Milenko had met Vranic during the many months that he had been away; therefore, Markovic's house was, till late at night, always crowded with people.
When Milenko related to them how he had tried to save Vranic, and how miserably the poor wretch had perished, everybody crossed himself devoutly, and extolled the God of the Orthodox faith as the true God of thekarvarina.
A few days after Milenko's arrival, his father went to Giulianic and asked him for Ivanka's hand.
"I am only too happy to give her to the man of her choice," said Giulianic, "for although I had, indeed, accepted Uros for my son-in-law, still I did so only in mistake. Not only was it Milenko who first gallantly exposed his life to save us, but Ivanka, as she confessed to her mother, fell in love with him the very moment she awoke from her fainting-fit and found herself in his arms. Of course, she ought never to have done so, for no proper girl ought ever to fall in love but with the man chosen by her parents; still, young people are young people all the world over, you know," said Giulianic, apologisingly.
After that, the fathers discussed the dower, and the mothers talked about the outfit, the kitchen utensils, and the furnishing of the house.
Then followed a month of perfect bliss. During that time, they went occasionally to look after the schooner, which was being fitted up with far more luxury than sailing ships usually were; they visited their fields and their vineyards; but most of their time was spent in merry-making.
One day they all went on a pilgrimage to the Convent of St. George, where they left rich gifts to the holy caloyers for Uros' recovery; another day they visited the famous subterranean chapel of Pod-Maini, adorned with beautiful Byzantine frescoes. They also showed Ivanka the tower where Boskovic, the great magician, lived; but she, being a stranger, had never heard of him; and so they told her that he was an astrologer who possessed a telescope with which he read all the names of the stars.
Another time they went for a sail on the blue, translucent waters, and Milenko showed his bride that high rock jutting over the sea, which is situated half-way between Castel Lastua and Castel Stefano, and known as the Skoce Djevojka (The Young Girl's Leap).
"Did a young girl jump down from that height?" asked Ivanka, shuddering.
"Yes. She was a young girl of exceeding beauty, from the neighbouring territory of Pastiovic, and to escape from a Turk who was pursuing her she threw herself down into the abyss beneath. But I'll tell you her story at full length some other time."
Although the hand of time seemed to move very slowly, still the month of courtship came to an end. Now all the preparations for the wedding were ready, for the nuptials were to be solemnised with great pomp and splendour.
On the morning of that eventful day, everyone connected with the wedding had risen at daybreak to attend to the numerous preparations required. The principal room in Giulianic's house had been cleared of all the furniture, so as to make room for the breakfast table, which was to be spread there. At that early hour, already the lady of the house was presiding over the women in the kitchen, who were cooking a number of young lambs and kids, roasting huge pieces of beef, numberless fowls on spits, or bakingpojace(unleavened bread) on heated stones.
The men, as a rule, fussed about, creating much confusion, as men usually do on such occasions. They fidgeted and worried lest everything should not be ready in time. They delayed everything, and, moreover, kept wanting and asking for all kinds of impossible things. The barbers' shops were all crowded. At a certain hour—when the bridegroom was expected—a number of people had gathered round about the house to see him come. At the gate, for Giulianic's villa was out of the town walls, two sentinels were placed to keep watch. The elder was Zwillievic, Milena's father, who had come from Montenegro for the purpose; tall and stalwart, with his huge moustache and his glittering weapons at his belt, he was a fierce guard, indeed. The other was Lilic, only a youth, who for self-defence had but a strong stick.
Both of them were very merry, withal they seemed to be expecting some powerful foe against whose assault they were well prepared. The youth, especially, was so full of his mission, that he hardly dared to take any notice of the loungers who crowded thereabouts.
At last there was a bustle, and the guards were on the alert.
"Here they are, here they are!" shouted the children.
The persons expected were in sight, and, except for their rich festive attire, they looked, indeed, as if they were bent upon some predatory expedition, so manly and warlike was their gait.
The persons expected were about twelve in number; that is to say, the bridegroom and his followers—thesvati, or knights.
Milenko wore the beautiful dress of the Kotor. Like his train, he had splendid bejewelled daggers and pistols stuck in his leather girdle, and a gun slung across his shoulder.
They all walked gravely, two by two, up to the garden-gate ofGiulianic's house; there they were stopped by the sentinels.
"Who are you?" said Zwillievic. "Who are you, who, armed to the teeth, dare to come up to this peaceful dwelling?"
"We are," answered thevoivoda, the head of thesvati, "all men from this beautiful town of Budua."
"And what is your motive for coming here?"
"We are in search of a beautiful bird that inhabits this neighbourhood."
"And what do you wish to do with the beautiful bird?"
"We wish to take it away with us."
"And supposing you succeeded in finding it, are you clever enough to capture it?"
"All men of the Kotor are clever hunters," answered thevoivoda, proudly, and showing Milenko. "This one is the cleverest of all."
"If you are not only clever in words, show us your skill."
An old red cap was brought forth and placed upon a stone—it represented the allegorical bird—and the young men fired at it. As almost all of them were excellent marksmen, the cap was soon afterwards but a burning rag.
Having thus shown their skill, they were allowed to enter within the yard, where more questioning took place. At the door of the house they were met by Giulianic and his wife, by whom they were cross-examined for the last time.
Having once more proved themselves to be a party of honest hunters, they were all welcomed and allowed to go into the house to see if they could find the beautiful bird.
Thesvatiwere led into the principal room, where the table was laid, and there begged to sit down and partake of some refreshments. All the young men sat down, each one according to his rank, all keeping precisely the same order as they had done in marching.
Milenko alone did not join his friends at table, for he had at once gone off in search of the allegorical bird. The breakfast having at last reached its end, and the company seeing that, apparently, the hunter had not been very fortunate in his search, two of thesvati—thebariactarand theciaus—volunteered to go to his assistance; and soon afterwards they reappeared, bringing back with them the beautiful, blushing girl decked out in her wedding attire. Her clothes were of red velvet, brocade and satin, richly embroidered in gold, heirlooms which had been in the family for, perhaps, more than a century, and worn by the grandmother and the mother on similar occasions.
For the first time Ivanka now appeared without her red cap, which in Dalmatia is only worn by girls as the badge of maidenhood. Her long tresses formed a natural coronet; they were interwoven with ribbons of many colours, and adorned with sprays of fresh flowers.
A universal shout greeted her appearance, and when the congratulations came to an end, the bride got ready to leave her home. Before going away she went to receive her father's blessing; then her mother clasped her in her arms and kissed her repeatedly. Then, after having expressed her wishes for her future happiness in homely though pathetic words, she reminded her of her duties as a wife and as a bride.
"Remember, my daughter," said she, "that you must love your husband as the turtle-dove loves her mate, for the poor bird pines away and dies in widowhood rather than be unfaithful. Milenko might have many defects—what man is perfect?—but you should be the first to extenuate them, the last to proclaim them to the world; moreover, whatever be his conduct to you, bear in mind that you must never render evil for evil. The heart of a man is moved by patience and long-suffering, just as huge rocks are moved by drops of rain falling from the sky. When a husband comes back to his senses, then he is grateful to his wife, and cherishes her more than before."
Ivanka was afterwards reminded of her duties to her near relations, for, in those times, and amongst those primitive people, the wit of a nation did not consist in turning mothers-in-law into ridicule.
She then finished her short speech, drawing tears, not only from her daughter, but even from the eyes of many a swarthy, long-whiskered bystander.
Before starting, however, another ceremony had to be performed. It was that of taking possession of the chest containing all the bride's worldly goods, and on which were displayed the beautiful presents the bride had received. Amongst these were, as usual, two distaffs and a spindle, for spinning had not yet entirely gone out of fashion. Still, these were only the signs of the bride's industry.
A little imp of a boy,
"Hardi comme un coq sur son propre fumier,"
was seated on the chest, and he kept a strict watch over it. He had been told to fight whosoever attempted to lay hands on it, and he, therefore, took his part seriously. He scratched, bit, kicked and pummelled all those who attempted to come near it. At last, having received some cakes and a piece of silver money, he was induced to give up the trunk to thesvati, who carried it off.
The bride then left the house amongst the shouting and the firing of the multitude, and the whole train, walking two by two, proceeded to church.
Lilic and Zwillievic likewise joined the train, for now that the bird had flown away from the nest their task was over.
As they walked along together, the youth said to the old man:
"I am sorry for poor Milenko, after all."
"Why?" asked Zwillievic.
"Eh! because Ivanka 'll bury him."
"How do you know that?" quoth the Montenegrin, astonished.
"Because, you see, Ivanka's name has an even number of letters; therefore, she'll outlive her husband."
"I see," replied Zwillievic; "I had never thought of that."
After the lengthy Orthodox service, and its chorographic-like evolutions, Danilo Kvekvic made a short speech to the newly-married couple, whom he blessed, and then the wedding ceremony came to an end.
The nuptial party finally arrived at Milenko's house, followed by an ever-increasing crowd, and when the shouting and the firing began anew, the whole town knew that the bride had arrived at her new home.
Ivanka was received at the door of Milenko's house by his father and mother, and there, after the usual welcome, she was presented with two distaffs, two spindles, and a baby-boy, borrowed for the occasion. The child is to remind her that she is expected to be the mother of many boys, for children are still, in Dalmatia, considered as blessings.
Here, also, the principal apartment had been cleared of all its furniture to make room for the wedding table. At this feast, the givers being people who had seen a great deal of the world and who had adopted new-fangled ideas, married women were also invited.
The banquet, if not exactly choice, was certainly copious, and it reminded one more of the grand Homeric feasts than the modern dinner-parties. It was composed chiefly of huge dishes of rice, whole lambs roasted, fish and fowl; and it was a great joy for the givers of the feast to see that host of friends eating with a good appetite and enjoying themselves.
Before they had sat down adolibasa, or head-drinker, had been chosen. His functions corresponded, in some degree, with those of the symposiarch of the ancient Greeks. He now presided over the table as an autocrat, and ordered the number of toasts which he thought fit should be drunk.
No sooner had they sat down than thedolibasauttered a loud "Zivio!" in honour of the beautiful bride; pistols were fired, and forthwith all the guests emptied their glasses. The ladies, however, were excluded from the drinking, for, whenever a "Hip, hip, hurrah!" was uttered, the guests had to drain the contents of their tumblers, and not simply to lift them up to their lips, or, at most, sip a few drops of the wine. As for the poor wretch who could not comply with thedolibasa's orders, he had to leave the table, and some humiliating punishment was invented for him.
As the feast lasted for several days, the dinner did not really come to an end at once. The eating and drinking were, however, interrupted for a short time by theKolo, which took place in the yard, festively decorated with lanterns, flags and greenery. The ball, of course, was opened by Ivanka and Milenko. TheKolothey danced this time was the gracefulskocci-gorri, or the jumping step, which is something like aVarsovienne, only that the couples, instead of clasping hands, dance it holding the ends of a twisted kerchief.
As the newly-married couple danced, thebariactar, or flag-bearer, followed every step they made, waving his banner, holding a decanter of wine upon his head, and performing behind them various antics to amuse the crowd.
When theKolohad lasted long enough—for, as the proverb says, "Even a fine dance wearies"—the bride and bridegroom retired into the house, and eating and drinking began again with renewed mirth. At last, when the merriment had become uproarious, the young couple rose and left the table. They went and knelt down before Janko Markovic, who blessed them, holding a small loaf of bread over their heads; then, having given it to them, he bade them begone, in the name of God.
They were then accompanied to their bridal chamber by Uros and Milena, who helped them to undress, though, according to the traditional custom, this office belonged to thevoivoda, thebariactar, and several of the othersvati.
Thedolibasathereupon uttered a loud "Zivio!" which was echoed by everyone in the room, and bumpers were again quaffed down.
Thebariactarthereupon made some appropriate and spicy jokes, thesvatidid their best to outwit him, the youths winked at the girls, who tried to blush and look demure.
The music played, theguzlarssang an epithalamium, to which everyone present joined in chorus. At last thevoivodaand the principalsvatiwent and knocked at the door of the bridal chamber, and asked the hunter to relate his adventures and his success. Then the proofs of theconsummatum esthaving been brought forth, pistols, blunderbusses, and guns were fired, to announce the happy event to the whole town, and the drinking began again.
Eight days of festivities ensued, during which time—although the eating and drinking continued in the same way—the scene varied from one house to the other.
At last, the new ship being christened and launched, it was soon rigged out, all decked with flags and streamers. Then Milenko and Uros embarked with their wives, delighted at the prospect of seeing something of the world. On a beautiful May morning the white sails were unfurled, the anchor was heaved, and the beautiful vessel began to glide slowly on the smooth, glassy waters, like a snowy swan. The crowd gathered on the beach fired off their pistols and shouted with joy. The women waved their handkerchiefs.
Soon, nothing more was seen but a dim speck in the grey distance. Then the crowd wended their way homewards, for they had seen the last of thepobratim.
Transcriber's Changes:
Uros and Milenko, therefore, begged the good old womanwas originallyIvo and Milenko, therefore, begged the good old woman
"Oh, I see, you don't want to tell me; was originally "Oh, I see, you dont want to tell me;
your wife is honest," was originally your wife is honest,'
The bard thereupon scraped hisguzla, was originally The bard thereupon scraped hisguzlar,
and stop him on his way. Uros in the meanwhile took to his heels. was originally and stop him on his way Uros in the meanwhile took to his heels.
stop talking," said Radonic, sullenly. was originally stop talking," said Radonic, sullenly,
the yule-log, the huge bole of an olive tree, was originally the yule-log, the huge bowl of an olive tree,
Whilst their own curses were their only knell!was originallyWhilst their owh curses were their only knell!
related to his hosts the story of his adventures, was originally related to his guests the story of his adventures,
"'I thought you were a Slav; was originally "I thought you were a Slav;
Once she is in my stronghold of Stermizza was originally Once she is in my stronghold of Sternizza
"The father looked at his child, astonished.was originallyThe father looked at his child, astonished.
"Sarè heaved a deep sigh of relief. was originally Sarè heaved a deep sigh of relief.
and other such omens of ill-luck. was originally and other such omens o ill-luck.
I can tell you; will you have some more?' was originally I can tell you; will you have some more?
You hear, madam? you hear, darling? was originally You hear, madam? you hear darling?
I have lulled all his suspicions, was originally I have lulled all his susspicions,
"'Tis well,But on the holy Cross now take an oath."was originally"'Tis well,"But on the holy Cross now take an oath."
Then, waking up as from some frightful dream:was originallyThen, waking up as from some frightful dream .
"Here," said Bellacic, "have a glass was originally "Here," said Bellacic. "have a glass
"There! listen," said he, staring vacantly; "did you not hear?"was originally"There! listen, said he," staring vacantly; "did you not hear?"
"I heard a loud voice; didn't you hear it?"was originally"I heard a loud voice; did'nt you hear it?"
"I was marvelled to hear how you fell in with the Giulianics,was originally"I was marvelled to hear how you fell in with the Giulanics,
not having heard of the Giulianics for so many years, was originally not having heard of the Giulanics for so many years,
Milenko was set free, thepobratimset sailwas originallyMilenko was set free thepobratimset sail
about whom Captain Panajotti had often spoken was originally about whom Captain Vassili had often spoken
I told you I'd not brook contradiction to-day.was originallyI told you I'd not brook contradiction to day.
Milos Bellacic, I'm quite satisfied." was originally Milos Bellacic, I'm quite satisfied.'
she would have to keep away from the sight was originally she would have keep to away from the sight
Sit down and rest," said she, "and let me give youwas originallySit down and rest," said she, and let me give you
turning to Milenko was originally turning to Milos
And then he said: "My daughter, as thy suite,was originallyAnd then he said: "My daughter as thy suite,
And as she crossed the squares, the crowded streets,was originallyAnd as she crossed the squares, the crowded streets
As well as every lady of her suite, was originally As well as every lady of her suite
She hastened to reply unto the saint, was originally She hastened to reply unto the saint
young man"—pointing to Milenko—"were also was originally young man—pointing to Milenko—"were also
I, Milenko Markovic, hispobratim; was originally I, Milos Markovic, hispobratim;
at least three times what he would have asked was originally as least three times what he would have asked
That evening they made a hearty meal, was originally "That evening they made a hearty meal,
seated by a newly-dug grave?" was originally seated by a newly dug-grave?"
the Count was to call on the Ambassadress was originally the Count was to call on the Ambrssadress
for a few weeks afterwards we were married." was originally for a few week's afterwards we were married."
"After some years the Count died, was originally "After some years the Baron died,
Danilo Kvekvic made a short speech to the newly-married couplewas originallyDanilo Kvekvic made a short speech to the newly-married coupled