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112 PETR OGOTOEV

They embraced and kissed
With ardent passion.
While they were kissing
Quenching their thirst
An iron chain gritted as the teeth
On the left side of the prison.
Deep groaning, heavy wiling
Came from there.
Eles Bootur the Great
Shrieking out
Kicked open the door
Of the dark prison.
Eos Tardar the Devil
Making a hole in wrists
Chaining together
Ninety-nine heroes
Stored them here
To be a dainty dish
On his dying day
Eles Bootur the Great •b
Breaking the frozen chain
Like a dried horse-tail
Set free the fainted heroes
From the horrible prison.
They were choice heroes,
Broad-shouldered,
Strong-muscled;
Not stumbling over
Steady supporters,
Famous people of other lands.
They came down
To protect their people
But the artful devil
Of the Low World
With the help of his
Ninety-nine dodgy tricks,
Eighty-eight passing clouds
Caught them in his net,
Made them fall down
And suffer, left them