“What enchantments are there here? At times, when I see how everything goes in the natural world, I think enchantment is stupid.”
“You are stupid yourself! Be silent! do not summon the Devil. You disgust me more and more.”
“Would that I were not the last Pole who has remained faithful to your highness! For my loyalty you feed me with ingratitude. I will return to my dens at home, and sit quietly awaiting the end of the war.”
“Oh, give us peace! You know that I love you.”
“It is grievous for me to see that. The Devil thrust this love for your highness on me. If there is enchantment in anything, it is in that.”
The starosta told the truth; for he loved Boguslav really. The prince knew this, and therefore paid him, if not with strong attachment, with gratitude, which vain people ever hav
