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 “O’er Vlaslaw victory to win;
 * “Thy service awhile must wait.

“The gods will Vlaslaw’s overthrow;
 * “When the sun towards afternoon

“Approaches, we shall there approach, “Where our army’s cry of victory
 * “Will be loudly utter’d soon.

“Take then the weapons of thy foe,
 * “Come, arm thyself and on!”

Right joyous is Voimir at the word, From the rock on high with echoing cry
 * He shouts that the wood doth sound;

From his mighty throat to the gods he call’d,
 * That the wide wood quiver’d round:

“Ye gods, with your servant be not wroth, “That ere to-day have past away
 * “Burnt-offerings be not found!”

“’Tis meet,” quoth Czestmir, “to the gods
 * “Due sacrifice to pay,

“But now against our enemies
 * “We needs must haste away.

“Go, seat thee on a horse of speed,
 * “As a stag quick bounding fly