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 But he smote him on the right hand, And brake his golden goblet, And spilled out the red wine. When Kraljević Marko saw it, He leapt to his feat from the ground, And made assault on the Magyar. He seized his sabre, And smote him with it, He smote him on the right shoulder And clave him in twain even on the saddle. Through him went Marko's sword, Even unto the door of marble stone, And in twain it hewed him. And when he had looked at the keen blade, Quoth Marko: "Dear God, a mighty marvel! Good steel for an evil knight." And he strake with it again and cut off his head. Into Sharatz's corn-bag he flung the head, And straightway went to Philip's dwelling. Into the white treasure-chamber he went, And took therefrom the treasure. Then Marko went on his way singing. But Philip lay in the throes of death. And his young wife kept wailing.