ODOP: Old Danilo (19)

Danilo, for all he had despised those dogs,
Found he too had shared their tongue. Looking
Away, he said, “That’s that. You go yourself,
Quick, before her heads grow doubly again.”
And he would not budge. “You must be alive
To enjoy the fruits of my labor. But
My reward is sleep.” Ivan argued. So
The steward threw down his cloak, which swept
Ivan up and flew him ashore. (Danilo
Died on that island. I have seen his grave.)


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