“What do you mean, you wretched cripple? You are no equal for me. I
could set you on the palm of my right hand and squeeze you dry with my
left. You once had a real hero in your country, Ilija, the Muromer; I
should like to have a fight with him.”
“Here he is,” cried Ilija, taking off his hat, and striking the pagan a
blow on the head, not very hard, but so strong as to send the head
through the wall of the palace. Ilija then took up the body and cast it
into the yard. So the prince gave Ilija a royal reward, and kept him at
his court as the first and the bravest of his knights.
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