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 Beneath its weight the King cannot bear him up Then cried King Vukašin: "Avaj—by the dear God—woe is me! Lo, what a wanton is this Vidosava! If today she betrayeth such a knight of prowess, Whose match there is not in all the world, How should she not betray me tomorrow?" He called his faithful servants; They seized Vidosava the wanton; They bound her to the tails of horses; They drave them apart before Pirlitor, And the horses rent her living body in sunder. The King laid waste Momcilo's stronghold, And took to him Momcilo's sister, Called Dilber-Jevrosima—the Fair Jevrosima; He carried her off to Skadar on Bojana, And took her to be his wife; And by her he begat fair offspring, She bare him Marko and Andrea, And Marko followed in his uncle's footsteps. In the footsteps of his uncle Vojvoda Momčilo.