Tsaritsa Militsa and Vladeta the Voyvoda

Militsa the tsaritsa went walking up and down
Below the wall of Krushevats and the ramp of the white town,
And also Vukosava and Mara, her daughters dear,
When Vladeta, the voyvoda, on a charger brown drew near.
Sweated that steed had been, indeed, and the white foam stained his side.
"God aid thee, marshal of the king!" Queen Militsa she cried;
"Why sweats the stallion? Hast thou not come from Kosovo this day?
Sawest thou not my lord and thine?" And Vladeta did say:
"God aid me, Tsaritsa Militsa! I come from Kosovo.
I saw not the tsar, but his white steed the Turks drove to and fro,
Up and down by Kosovo, and I dread that the tsar is slain."
When Queen Militsa had heard it, on her cheeks the tears did rain,
And anew she asketh the voyvoda: "What tidings of the tsar?
Sawest thou Yug's nine children at Kosovo that are;
And the tenth, Yug Bogdan, their father?" And Vladeta replied:
"I rode by level Kosovo, and I saw them in that tide—
Yug and his nine strong children at Kosovo have I seen.
Their arms were red to the shoulders, and red were the sabers keen;
Weary were their arms at Kosovo with cutting the Moslems down."
Yet again unto the voyvoda the tsaritsa spake on:
"Sawest thou Milosh and Brankovich, my daughters' lords that are?"
Vladeta answered: "At Kosovo, in the center of the war,
There saw I Milosh Obilich that leaned on his broken spear;
He is dead ere now, for the Moslems pressed on him very near.
Vuk Brankovich I saw not. Never may sun him see!
That same betrayed Tsar Lazar, the lord of thee and me."