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He turned to go and Peerless Beauty, in great fright, begged him to stay. "I do remember another misdeed," she confessed. "I took by trickery a magic pitcher from the same foolish young man." She gave Danilo the pitcher and he hid it in his shirt. "Is that all?" "Yes, that is all." Danilo gave her some more of the red grape conserve and, of course, more horns grew out on her head.
Great excitement was evoked by an accident while the mails were being unloaded one afternoon; a post-van fell into the water, many large postal parcels being damaged, and part of the top of the van ripped off by the measures adopted for its recovery. This "Riva" was the scene of the murder of Danilo II. in 1860.
Because she looked more beautiful than ever with the tears on her lovely cheeks, Danilo was about to tell her what she wanted to know when he remembered the old woman's warning. That was enough. He hardened his heart and declared: "No! I'll never tell you! Do you hear me: I'll never tell you!" She wept and implored him and used all her wiles, but Danilo remembering the past was firm.
I little thought 'that in a few years time the place would be the scene of a hideous massacre by the Montenegrins modelled on the Moslem-slaying of Vladika Danilo. We reached Ipek after some sixteen hours of very severe travel and knocked at the gates of the Patriarchia long after nightfall the very place whose Bishop had led the retreating Serb population into Austria over two centuries before.
Then Prince Danilo passed, and the crowd cried "Zhivio!" I met The Times correspondent and said: "Well, that was a display. You have something to write about now!" But he replied that as we were on friendly terms with Austria he should certainly not report it. Nor did the papers to which I wrote think fit to publish this highly significant affair.
No more news; any amount of gossip; the Petrovitches were tottering, said some; Prince Mirko had lately fought a duel upon Austrian territory with his brother, Prince Danilo; they would certainly fight for the throne. The Austrian papers were full of "digs" at the Petrovitches.
But in the Crimean War Montenegro, greatly to the disgust of the people, did not participate, and in the Congress which followed Danilo was offered a Turkish title and the hated Turkish protectorate. His willingness to accept this led to the formation of a strong opposition party who demanded war. Fortune was on their side, and the Turks invaded Montenegro.
Peerless Beauty had him shown to the room where the serving maid lay in bed. The poor frightened girl at once confessed that she had stolen a few of her mistress's grapes and eaten them. Danilo spoke kindly to her, gave her some of the white grape conserve, and as soon as she had tasted it the horns of course dropped off.
Who is Danilo?" "The youth whom you have been treating so cruelly. But though you have treated me cruelly, I love you still!" "If you love me still," the maiden said, "let me see you." Danilo took off the magic cap and there he stood, a handsome youth, at the foot of her bed.
Danilo, his heir, crimped, oiled and self-conscious, in no respect a chip of the old block, who had married the previous year, Jutta, daughter of the Grand Duke of Mecklenburg Strelitz, who, on her reception into the Orthodox Church, took the name of Militza. Montenegro was still excited about the wedding. She looked dazzlingly fair among her dark "in-laws."
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