This fact angered the girls who bitterly remembered the times when their ruler had presided over the whole land and all the men in Bohemia. They didn't allow their wrath to go on for long. Their fury began to burn. From desire for their justly-earned rule over men, the girls embraced swords and bows and began an ambitious fight against the inferior male breed. which wanted to deny them their right to leadership.
Vlasta led everything, the leading fighter from the former followers of the holy Libuse. She was the first to summon up the women to rising up and fighting, the first to embrace a weapon, and all the girls around her got together and made a straight line for the structure of an immovable castle.
This castle, named Devin, (loosely translated as GirisCastle), was built behind the River Vltava, above and somewhat higher than the bank on the other side where Vysehrad, (HighCastle), sat. The girls listened to Vlasta as their one and only priestess and leader. Upon her order many of them left their home to bring women and girls, so that all of them would leave their homes and come to Devin to join the fight against the men.
They did this on order to once and for all have only female rule in the Czech lands, and for men to merely them and work for women's prosperity. This uprising awoke a new sense of life in the hearts of many women. Like a dove flying away, the girls and women sped away from their men , fathers and brothers, to Devin in such numbers, that before long, all of its halls and chambers. open courts and even its high walls were crawling with them.
While the women were preparing for battle and grasping rule over the entire land, the men from the castle at Vysehrad watched them. From watching their preparations, there came from the men only scorn, laughter and gasps for breath, when they saw how the girls were training in defense and riding horses. Even the old and experienced spoke of the women in a degrading manner. When a conversation about them began in front of the priest Premysi, they spoke about them contemptuously and prepared with scorn to try out their power. Everyone around the priest laughed and looked forward to the impending hunt. But Premsly was somber. With a troubled look, he told them about a dream he had in an attempt to warn them:
"It was a dark night and the air was thick and pungent. In The September fire I saw a girl under arms. From the bottom of her helmet her hair fell down, and in one hand she had a sword and in the other a long whip. Lying on the ground in the dust and blood were dead men. The girl ran as though in a fury , stepping among the dead and cracking her whip into those still living. until blood flowed freely. Then she took a cup, poured blood into it and gulped it like a beast in a fierce, voracious feeding. Yes, men, listen to the voice of the gods and remember this. You have been warned."
In the meantime, the girls at Devin prepared for the fight against the men. They quashed the voice inside themselves for their own blood. Without feeling, they announced to their husbands, brothers and fathers; 'We are not now nor will we ever again be yours. You must all look after yourselves.'
They then swore to themselves and to their leader Vlasta on their lives to be loyal. Vlasta designated positions and tasks to all of them, The wisest were left to advise. With care, she oversaw protection of the castle, and the bravest girls prepared for battle, in which their goal was to beat the men like dirty pigs. To the prettiest girls she gave the task of enticing the males with their beauty into a booby-trap, in order to easily capture and enslave them.
The men listened to the prophesy of the priest, but they didn't take heed one bit. Their arrogance and male stupidity impelled them to Devin as though it were some happy celebration. Everyone of them thought that the minute the women saw them slicing the air with their swords, all of them would recoil and run and run away like cowards. But miracle of miracles, true, the girls didn't stay on the walls but they didn't run in fear either. On the contrary! They left the castle gates and arrayed themselves into battle. Sitting alone on her black horse, dressed in armor, with her helmet on her head and her sword in her hand, she heatedly told her girl army not to run away from the men but to fight bravely.
"If they win," she cried, "we will be ridiculed by them. Then we will becomes their maids, nay, their slaves. Better to die in battle, than to show any man mercy. Therefore, after them! Spare not one, beat everyone whoever it is, even brother or father!"
She barely finished uttering these words before she snapped the reins and galloped after the men. An array of women ready to fight ran after her. They hurled themselves into battle on their horses. Mlada, Svatava, Hodka, Radka, Castava, and other girls from their following.
Arrows from several thousand fighting girls covered the men like a sudden blizzard. The men weren't laughing now. Blood flowed from not one but hundreds. And before they could compose themselves, Some girl fighters set out among them on their horses, stabbing and cutting the male troop with their swords. The fight did not
last long. Three hundred men died
right there on the battlefield, two hundred were captured and
taken to Devin as slaves, and the rest took to their feet and
escaped. A thick black forest was their only salvation and
protection from certain enslavement and servitude. Devin and surrounding areas reverberated with the joyous sounds of girls and women. They cheered over their victory, which heated up their military even more, and which to them hundreds more female fighters from the entire Czech lands. Bad times had come for the men. Many were found wounded or dead in their beds, so many of them left their homes and slept in the thick groves.
Bad times also fell upon the men from Devin's surrounding areas. Try though as they might, they could not capture the castle. None of the girls turned traitor. Even more, all of the girls from Vlasta's loyal following secretly reported everything to her. For instance, what the men were planning to do and where they were going, where they could ambush them and where they could
lay
booby-traps. This part of the fighting lasted a long time. More
than one attractive girl lured a trusting man to free her from
Devin and then met him with a dozen girl warriors and slay him.
One half-wit even brought his friends and waited at the
designated spot until a group of women came out of hiding and
killed the young man and his entire following. In this way a
young nobleman was killed. He had trusted a fair maiden from
Vlasta's following. After an agreeing on a plan to retake Devin
she left with him and his numerous group for the castle.
But not him nor any of his troop returned. Only the screams of
tortured men came from behind Devin's high walls, before it fell
silent. Only a few fortunate men escaped death in exchange for
enslavement under the whip of the women. The lure also consumed the young squire Ctriad, whom Vlasta hated them most, because it was his sword that finished off the largest number of female fighters. One summer day, he went with several of his following through the country in the direction of Prague Castle. The young squire and his band had their swords at their belts, bows and spears ready. It wasn't advisable at this time, when the girls were attacking from their ambush point, to ride out to the country without weapons. The sun beat down and it was oppressively hot. In the dead, windless heat not even a leaf nor an ear of corn trembled. And it was no cooler in the forest, where Ctirad had entered. All of the sudden a human voice could be heard, breaking the utter silence. Wails, pitiful cries.
Ctirad brought his horse to a halt, and together with the other men listened to the beseeching calling, which was coming from somewhere close. In regards to what they saw, it was no wonder. Under a rock wall there lay a small sunlit clearing. At it's border there stood an old oak, and under the oak lay a beautiful girl tied with a rope in such a way that she couldn't budge. She fell silent, exhausted by her cries and grief, her head down. Her flowing hair fell upon her shoulders, besides which he saw a pendulous drinking horn. When she heard the falling of Ctirad's horse's hooves, she raised her head and begged the men to show her mercy. Ctirad, moved with feeling by the appearance and pleas of the charming girl, forgot to be careful. He did not anticipate the fact that a message had been brought to Vlasta of his ride to Prague, and that everything was a trap. The girl, rid of the bonds, thanked Ctirad for his kindness, and told him that her name was Sarka, that she was from Okorin, and that she was a Squire's daughter. She said that the girls from Devin had ambushed her in the bushes, taken her here and tied her up so well that she couldn't budge. To ridicule her the had hung the drinking horn around her neck so that she could call for help whenever she wanted, then placed a full jug of delicious mead in front of her so that she would be even more maddened with thirst. With that she took the jug took a long drink and handed it to Ctirad, who passed it along to his followers. The mead, emitting the aroma of flowers, and the hot noonday air soon lulled Ctirad's friends into a deep sleep. He however carried on a rather live conversation with Sarka. He listened to her gentle voice, drank from the mead jug, and examined her drinking horn. He even trumpeted from it when Sarka expressed her curiosity as to how it sounded.
The drinking horn resounded and rang into the dead silence of the local forests. Al at once it was as though a storm had been awakened. A wild cry cut through the forest and from their rendezvous point a troop of armed girls pounced upon Ctirad and his following. Before the men could understand what was happening, the girls had already attacked them and beat them baid-headed. All were killed except for Ctirad, whose life was spared. The girls tied him up and left him to lie in his shackles just in the place where Vlasta's fiduciary had lain just a short time before. He raved in vain, swore, and summoned thunder and lightning to punish her for her dirty-work. Sarka just laughed, the other girls laughing along with her. They kicked the bound man for he had killed many of their girlfriends. They beat him with sticks and clubs until he was one big bruise. Just after this Sarka tied one end of a rope to her horse and the other end to his manhood, to haul this state prisoner. So he had to dishonorably had to plod along behind the horse of the cruel girl, who had so terribly betrayed him. His men remained in the meadow in the trampled grass, which was stained with their blood. They lie under the sun, beaten, dead, clusters of flies sitting on them, as a raven called to another raven in the bountiful pasture. (see *1)
After the arrival of Sarka and her companions to the castle Devin, Ctirad was subjected to a horrific torturing, in which even Vlasta and Sarka took part. But he withstood all of the torture on the stretcher, as well as with the flaming torches, and would not give out any information about his men's plans. And so that Ctirad would feel her wrath in full, Vlasta ordered Sarka to cut
off
his manhood with her own knife. Sarka then poked out his eyes,
yanked out his teeth and poured molten tree sap into his ears.
And that was how this agonized and crippled wreck, who had been a
dauntless warrior, was now displayed before Vlasta, Sarka and the
other girls. Aside from the daily public whipping in front of the
castle walls, where his screams were audible even at the Vyserad
castle, he had to fulfill the dishonorable commands of the cruel
girls. Vlasta made a horse out of him and rode on his back
throughout the entire castle. When the poor crippled man could no
longer move, he was chained inside a narrow hole in the castle
courtyard, which served as a public convenience. Here, chained to
the iron fence, he spent the final fourteen days of his life - as
a human toilet for all the girls! 
spread across the land. Of course
it's impact was completely opposite from what she had expected.
From all sides infuriated men sped to Vysehrad, where they
organized troops and prepared themselves for the deciding battle.
And when they met up, the girl army was overwhelmed and beaten by
the larger male army. Vlasta was also killed in the battle. The
enraged men, however, did not stop killing the girls even after
Vlasta's death. They chased the fleeing girls into the forest,
where they killed them. Those who had taken refuse in the castle
were thrown from the high walls. After that the men burned the
castle Devin and it's ruins were crushed to dust.