When Vukashin had dismiss'd his servant, Straight he call'd his builder master Rado. Rado call'd on his three hundred workmen; And they built up Skadar on Boyana; But, at even did the veela raze it: Vainly did they raise the wall's foundation; Vainly seek to build up Skadra's fortress. And the veela, from the mountain-forest, Cried, "Vukashin, listen! listen to me! Thou dost spill thy wealth, and waste thy labour: Vainly seek'st to fix the wall's foundations; Vainly seek'st to elevate the fortress. Listen now to me! Ye are three brothers: Each a faithful wife at home possesses:-- Her who comes to-morrow to Boyana, Her who brings the rations to the workmen-- Her immure deep, down, in the wall's foundations:-- So shall the foundations fix them firmly: So shall thou erect Boyana's fortress."
When the king Vukashin heard the veela, Both his brothers speedily he summon'd: "Hear my words, now hear my words, my brothers! From the forest-hill the veela told me, That we should no longer waste our treasures In the vain attempt to raise the fortress On a shifting, insecure foundation. Said the veela of the forest-mountain, Each of you a faithful wife possesses; Each a faithful bride that keeps your dwellings: Her who to the fortress comes to-morrow, Her who brings their rations to the workmen-- Her immure within the wall's foundations; So will the foundations bear the fortress: So Boyana's fortress be erected. Now then, brothers! in God's holy presence Let each swear to keep the awful secret; Leave to chance whose fate 'twill be to-morrow First to wend her way to Skadar's river." And each brother swore, in God's high presence. From his wife to keep the awful secret.
When the night had on the earth descended, Each one hastened to his own white dwelling; Each one shared the sweet repast of evening; Each one sought his bed of quiet slumber.
Lo! there happen'd then a wond'rous marvel! First, Vukashin on his oath he trampled, Whisp'ring to his wife the awful secret: "Shelter thee! my faithful wife! be shelter'd! Go not thou to-morrow to Boyana! Bring not to the workmen food to-morrow! Else, my fair! thy early life 'twill cost thee: And beneath the walls they will immure thee!"
On his oath, too, did Uglesha trample! And he gave his wife this early warning: "Be not thou betray'd, sweet love! to danger! Go not thou to-morrow to Boyana! Carry not their rations to the workmen! Else in earliest youth thy friend might lose thee! Thou might be immured in the foundation!"