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As now the warriors sat hidden behind the heap of straw and had time for questions and answers, Erick asked again: "What are you going to put in the baskets?" "Grapes, if you insist on knowing!" Churi shouted at him, "and you too will find them good when you eat them." After the bells had stopped ringing and all was quiet round about, Churi commanded them to start.
Churi grumbled: "Another time you leave me alone, or " With this he shook his fist at Erick and then ran away, for he hoped to catch Kaetheli before she should reach her goal. When the latter had rested a little she came running back again, for she indeed had felt Erick's chivalrous service and she was very grateful to him.
As they one and all now shouted with all their might, there was a terrible noise, so that the horses jumped and shied. But the coachman had them well in hand and brought them in a short time to stand quietly. At this moment one of the boys shot out of the line and onto the carriage step. It was Churi.
After Churi had told his army of his battle plans, they dispersed in all directions. A number of spectators had gathered around the warriors, every child in Middle Lot, down to the two-year-olds. Ahead of all was Kaetheli, who was always on the spot when something was to be seen or heard.
After Kaetheli had instructed Erick in what was coming to him, she bade him good-night and went her way. Erick stayed on the same spot and did not move. He had become deathly pale and his blue eyes flashed defiance and indignation, which had never been seen in this sunny face. Thus Erick stood on the same spot when Churi came by on his way home. "Have they made you angry, velvet panty?
"Thank you, Kaetheli," Erick called back, "I shall certainly come to see you, a year from now. Good-bye, Kaetheli, good-bye, Churi!" Both jumped down, and the horses started. "Look, look, Grandfather," cried Erick quickly, and pulled the grandfather in front of him, so that he could see better. "Look, there is Marianne's little house. Do you see the small window?
"Promise that you will be there under the apple tree on the meadow at seven o'clock Sunday morning." "I promise," said Erick. Churi let go of his hand, said "Good night," and disappeared behind the cottage. The news of the day spread with wonderful rapidity through the schools of the three parishes.
Edi, too, wore a drawn face as though he lived on trouble and annoyance only, and his inner wrath goaded him to unpleasant speeches, for he hardly had taken his seat at table, when he looked across at Sally and said: "You can count to-morrow the blue bumps which your friend Erick will carry home with him, when he begins in the morning before church and serves under Churi."
He believed word for word what the swaggering Churi told him. He considered a moment and then he asked: "What shall I have to do for that?" "Something which you yourself will find more merry than anything you ever did. You can go with me and the officers in the morning.
"I will not go to be auctioned," Erick burst out and his anger flashed as never before. "Well, well, is that all. That is nothing," Churi thought. "You just come with us and you will forget the auction on the spot. Or are you afraid of the thrashing, you fine velvet pants? Do you know what? I could tell you something that would suit you?"
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