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II. PRINCE IGOR PREPARES HIS CAMPAIGN. lgor looked up at the bright sun, and saw that all his warriors became enveloped in darkness. And Igor spoke to his army: "Brethren and warriors! it is better to be killed in battle, than to become a captive. Let us mount our swift steeds, brethren! Let us view the blue river Don." And the prince's mind was seized by ambition. And the desire to drink from the great river Don concealed the evil omens from him. And he spoke: "I want to break a lance at the Kuman frontier. I want, oh, my Russians, either to drink with you Don (water) from my helmet, or to leave my head there. Oh, Boyan, the nightingale of yore! If you were to sing the glory of the (Russian) campaign, like a nightingale would you soar over the tree (of wisdom), soaring in your mind up under the clouds and singing the glory of both these ages. You would race along the trail of Trojan, over the prairies and the mountains. And the god Veles' grandson would sing Igor's song (thus), "It is not a storm that has driven the falcons over the wide prairies. It is a flock of jackdaws racing toward the great river Don." Or you, Boyan the Seer, grandson of god Veles, would sing: "Steeds neigh beyond the river Sula. Glory resounds in the city of Kiev. Trumpets blare in the city of Novgorod. Banners fly over the city of Putivl." lgor awaits his dear brother, Vsevolod. This fierce auroch, Vsevolod, (comes to him and) speaks: "My only brother, lgor, you are my only bright light. We are both the sons of Sviatoslav. Brother, order the saddling of your swift steeds, as my (swift steeds) are ready. They were already saddled at the city of Kursk. And my men of Kursk are famed as warriors. They were swaddled under trumpets. They were brought up under helmets. They were fed at lance point. The roads are known to them. The ravines are familiar to them. Their bows are taut, their quivers are open, their sabres have been sharpened. They race into the prairie like grey wolves, seeking honour for themselves and glory for their prince."
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