Here the old man called the famous bowman to account for that remark.
“If you had no memory you couldn’t go to confession,” said he; “and you would be the same as a Lutheran, deserving hell-fire. Father Kaminski has warned you already against blasphemy; but say the Lord’s prayer to a wolf, and the wolf would rather be eating a sheep.”
“What sort of wolf am I?” asked the famous bowman, “There was Azya; he was a wolf.”
“Didn’t I say that?” asked Zagloba. “Who was the first to say, that’s a wolf?”
“Pan Adam told me,” said Basia, “that day and night he hears Eva and Zosia calling to him ‘save;’ and how can he save? It had to end in sickness, for no man can endure such pain. He could survive their death; he cannot survive their shame.”
“He is lying now like a block of wood; he knows nothin
