"Why, Jagienka"s brothers."
"Hej! they will not have to suck their paws during the winter."
"No; but Jagienka will also have plenty in Moczydoly."
"That is true!"
"Why don"t you eat and drink? Jagienka, pour for him and for me."
"I am drinking and eating as much as I can."
"Ungird your belt; then you will be able to eat and drink more. What a beautiful girdle you have! Yon must have taken rich booty in Lithuania!"
"We cannot complain," answered Zbyszko, gladly seizing the opportunity to explain that the heirs of Bogdaniec were no longer _wlodykas_. "A part of our booty, we sold in Krakow and received forty silver _grzywiens_ for it."
"You don"t say so! Why, one can buy an estate for that."
"Yes. There was one Milanese armor which my uncle, expecting to die, sold for a good price."
"I know! Well, it is worth while to go to Lithuania. I wanted to go there also; but I was afraid."
"Of what? Of the Knights of the Cross?"
"Ej, who would be afraid of Germans? I was afraid of those heathenish G.o.ds or devils. It seems there are plenty of them in the woods."
"They do not have any other place for shelter, because their temples have been burned. Formerly they were well-to-do; but now they live on mushrooms and ants."
"Did you see them?"
"No, I did not see any myself; but I heard of people who had seen them.
Sometimes one of them sticks out a hairy paw from behind a tree and shakes it, begging for something."
"Macko told me the same," answered Jagienka.
"Yes! He told me about it on the road," said Zych. "Well, no wonder! In our country also, although it has been a Christian country for a long time, one can hear laughter in the marshes; and although the priests scold about it in the churches, it is always good policy to put a dish filled with something to eat, for the little devils; otherwise they will scratch on the walls so much that one can hardly sleep. Jagienka, my dearest! put a dish at the threshold."
Jagienka took an earthen porringer full of noodles and cheese, and placed it at the threshold. Zych said:
"The priests scold! But the Lord Jesus will not be angry about a dish of noodles; and a G.o.d, as soon as his hunger is satisfied, will protect one from fire and from thieves."
Then he turned to Zbyszko:
"But will you not ungird yourself and sing a little?"
"You had better sing, or perhaps _Panna_[75] Jagienka will sing."
"We will sing by turns," exclaimed Zych. "We have a servant who will accompany us on a wooden fife. Call the boy!"
They called the servant who sat down on the bench and put the fife to his mouth, waiting to learn whom he was to accompany.
None of them wanted to be first. Finally Zych told Jagienka to begin; therefore Jagienka, although bashful because Zbyszko was present, rose from the bench and having put her hands under her ap.r.o.n, began:
"If I only could get The wings like a birdie, I would fly quickly To my dearest Jasiek."
Zbyszko opened his eyes wide; then he jumped up and shouted:
"Where did you learn that song?"
Jagienka looked at him astonished.
"Everybody sings that. What is the matter with you?"
Zych thinking that Zbyszko was a little intoxicated, turned his jovial face toward him and said:
"Ungird! It will relieve you!"
But Zbyszko stood for a while with astonishment on his face; then, having recovered from his emotion, said to Jagienka:
"Excuse me, I suddenly remembered something. Sing further."
"Perhaps it makes you sad?"
"Ej, not at all!" he answered, with a quivering voice. "I could listen to it the whole night."
Then he sat down, covered his face with his hand, and listened.
Jagienka sang another couplet; but when she finished, she noticed a big tear rolling down Zbyszko"s fingers.
Then she sat down beside him, and began to touch him with her elbow.
"What is the matter with you? I do not want to make you cry. Tell me what is the matter with you?"
"Nothing! Nothing!" answered Zbyszko, sighing. "I could tell you much.
But it is over. I feel merry now."
"Perhaps you would like to have some sweet wine?"
"Good girl!" exclaimed Zych. "Call him "Zbyszko," and you call her "Jagienka." You have known each other since you were children."
Then he turned toward his daughter:
"Do not mind because he struck you when you were children. He will not do it now."
"I will not!" answered Zbyszko, mirthfully. "If she wishes, she may beat me now for it."
Then Jagienka, wishing to cheer him up, began to play that she was striking him with her little fist.
"Give us some wine!" shouted the merry _Pan_ of Zgorzelice.