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 understanding the meaning of the struggle, played and tumbled joyously within their lair. Having sniffed them over, she set herself to the attack again.. But this time Peace-Renown was prepared. Raising the battle-axe she swung it down with a mighty blow that cleaved the she-bear’s head open. The beast’s carcass jerked spasmodically from side to side a moment and then lay still.

In the meantime Maxim had climbed down and stood beside Peace-Renown. Tears of gratitude sprang to the girl’s eyes and without uttering a word, she clasped and squeezed the hand of her rescuer warmly.

Maxim became confused, embarrassed, his face flushed and lowering his eyes, he stuttered, “I heard your urgent call for help but did not know where you were Thank God I got here in time!”

Peace-Renown stood there holding the handsome young man’s hand a long minute looking up into his candid, sunburned and ruddy-cheeked, pleasant face. At the moment she felt nothing more than pure gratitude towards him for having saved her life. But when Maxim, taking courage, squeezed her small though strong hand in turn, then Peace-Renown felt a swift, sweet something steal into her heart and a shy blush deepened the rosy bloom of her lovely face. She lowered her eyelids and the words of thanks which had been ready upon her lips died away and in their stead a deep blush spread becomingly over her face.

Maxim was the first to break the spell. In the honest clean-cut young man’s heart there was born a happy and irrevocable resolve. With it returned all his former self-composure. Raising the horn to his lips, he blew upon it joyously, announcing the victorious kill. From behind the wall of ruins the horns of Tuhar and the other boyars came in answer. Agile as a squirrel, Peace-Renown scaled the bank of ruins from which she had fallen and from that vantage point, related to the entire