Part 10 (1/2)

”I see, and also that at this moment she is aiming Ketling's musket.”

In fact, Krysia and the little knight were occupied in conversation, and Basia was aiming the musket at the window for her own amus.e.m.e.nt.

Pani Makovetski began to shake and squeak at sight of that. ”You cannot imagine what I pa.s.s through with that girl! She is a regular haydamak.”

”If all the haydamaks were like her, I would join them at once.”

”There is nothing in her head but arms, horses, and war. Once she broke out of the house to hunt ducks with a gun. She crept in somewhere among the rushes, was looking ahead of her, the reeds began to open--what did she see? The head of a Tartar stealing along through the reeds to the village. Another woman would have been terrified, and woe to her if she had not fired quickly; the Tartar dropped into the water. Just imagine, she laid him out on the spot; and with what? With duck-shot.”

Here the lady began to shake again and laugh at the mishap of the Tartar; then she added, ”And to tell the truth, she saved us all, for a whole chambul was advancing; but as she came and gave the alarm, we had time to escape to the woods with the servants. With us it is always so!”

Zagloba's face was covered with such delight that he half closed his eye for a moment; then he sprang up, hurried to the maiden, and before she saw him, he kissed her on the forehead. ”This from an old soldier for that Tartar in the rushes,” said he.

The maiden gave a sweeping shake to her yellow forelock. ”Didn't I give him beans?” cried she, with her fresh, childish voice, which sounded so strangely in view of what she meant with her words.

”Oh, my darling little haydamak!” cried Zagloba, with emotion.

”But what is one Tartar? You gentlemen have cut them down by the thousand, and Swedes, and Germans, and Rakotsi's Hungarians. What am I before you, gentlemen,--before knights who have not their equals in the Commonwealth? I know that perfectly! Oho!”

”I will teach you to work with the sabre, since you have so much courage. I am rather heavy now, but Michael there, he too is a master.”

The maiden sprang up in the air at such a proposal; then she kissed Zagloba on the shoulder and courtesied to the little knight, saying, ”I give thanks for the promise. I know a little already.”

But Pan Michael was wholly occupied talking with Krysia; therefore he answered inattentively, ”Whatever you command.”

Zagloba, with radiant face, sat down again near Pani Makovetski. ”My gracious benefactress,” said he, ”I know well which Turkish sweetmeats are best, for I pa.s.sed long years in Stambul; but I know this too, that there is just a world of people hungry for them. How has it happened that no man has coveted that maiden to this time?”

”As G.o.d lives, there was no lack of men who were courting them both.

But Basia we call, in laughing, a widow of three husbands, for at one time three worthy cavaliers paid her addresses,--all n.o.bles of our parts, and heirs, whose relations.h.i.+p I can explain in detail to you.”

Saying this, Pani Makovetski spread out the fingers of her left hand and straightened her right index finger; but Zagloba inquired quickly, ”And what happened to them?”

”All three died in war; therefore we call Basia a widow.”

”H'm! but how did she endure the loss?”

”With us, you see, a case like that happens every day; and it is a rare thing for any man, after reaching ripe age, to pa.s.s away with his own death. Among us people even say that it is not befitting a n.o.bleman to die otherwise than in the field. 'How did Basia endure it?' Oh, she whimpered a little, poor girl, but mostly in the stable; for when anything troubles her, she is off to the stable. I sent for her once and inquired, 'For whom are you crying?' 'For all three,' said she. I saw from the answer that no one of them pleased her specially. I think that as her head is stuffed with something else, she has not felt the will of G.o.d yet; Krysia has felt it somewhat, but Basia perhaps not at all.”

”She will feel it!” said Zagloba. ”Gracious benefactress, we understand that perfectly. She will feel it! she will feel it!”

”Such is our predestination,” said Pani Makovetski.

”That is just it. You took the words out of my mouth.”

Further conversation was interrupted by the approach of the younger society. The little knight had grown much emboldened with Krysia; and she, through evident goodness of heart, was occupied with him and his grief, like a physician with a patient. And perhaps for this very reason she showed him more kindness than their brief acquaintance permitted. But as Pan Michael was a brother of the stolnik's wife, and the young lady was related to the stolnik, no one was astonished. Basia remained, as it were, aside; and only Pan Zagloba turned to her unbroken attention. But however that might be, it was apparently all one to Basia whether some one was occupied with her or not. At first, she gazed with admiration on both knights; but with equal admiration did she examine Ketling's wonderful weapons distributed on the walls.

Later she began to yawn somewhat; then her eyes grew heavier and heavier, and at last she said,--