CHAPTER III.
Some days later Yurand died. Father Kaleb celebrated masses a whole week above his body, which showed no decay,—in this all beheld a miracle,—and for a week guests came in crowds to Spyhov. Then followed a time of quiet, such as there is usually after a funeral. Zbyshko went to the vault, and sometimes he went to the forest with his crossbow, from which, however, he shot at no beast, but walked in forgetfulness; till at last one evening he returned to the chamber where the girls were sitting with Matsko and with Hlava.
“Listen to what I will say,“ said he, unexpectedly. “Sorrow profits no one; hence it is better for you to go to Zgorzelitse and Bogdanets than to sit here grieving.“
Silence followed, for all divined that words of great import were coming, and only after a ti
