“Are their bonds loose?”
“Yes.”
“Then leave them here, and to horse yourselves!”
Half an hour later the party was moving on again along the quiet, narrow road. The moon had risen, and sent long white streaks to the centre of the forest and lighted its dark depths. Zagloba and Skshetuski, riding ahead, conversed together.
“But tell me everything about her that you know,” said the knight. “Then you rescued her from the hands of Bogun?”
“Of course; and besides, when going away, I bound up his face so that he could not scream.”
“Well, you acted splendidly, as God is dear to me! But how did you get to Bar?”
“That IS a long story, better at another time; for I am terribly tired, and my throat is dried up from singing to those rapscallions. Haven’t you anything to drink?”
“I have a little
