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The hideous din penetrated the thick vaults and double corridors and reached the very room where Michal lay. "They will soon be quiet," said the housekeeper grimly. Michal, in order to change the subject to something more agreeable, asked Pirka whether there was any garden to the house. "You can't keep one," answered Pirka. "Here neither tree nor flower will flourish.
Soon afterward Barbara Pirka returned, and with a sly grin whispered in Michal's ear: "Don't fret, darling, the old man has made it all up, and now they are hugging and kissing each other." But still Henry did not come back to his wife. The howling of many dogs resounded through the courtyard below.
Michal, in the extremity of her bitterness and despair, was capable of anything, so she allowed Pirka to let her down into the well. By the light of the burning fagots, she found the described opening and stepped into it. The bucket again ascended, and in a short time Pirka also came down, holding fast in her hands the other end of the chain and gradually letting the bucket down ring by ring.
But wicked Pirka knew quite enough already to ruin the poor innocent creature altogether. For 'tis not so much because they themselves are already sold to Beelzebub that such hags lay traps for young ladies, but because they well know that they may fleece to their heart's content, all whom they have once got into their clutches.
Pirka replied that she had bestraddled a broomstick, flown out of the window, and left this wench behind in her stead. Annie believed Pirka, and bawled to Michal to take herself off and feed the swine. So little did she recognize Michal.
Then he said to Pirka: "Now we are going to Transylvania, but you had better go to Poland, for here you might be called to account for the valuables in your possession." Pirka laughed. "I am going, I am going, and I will not stop till I get to Poland. I know that you are very fond of me, children; yet for all that you would like to see two foreign lands lying between me and you."
Barbara Pirka can take her pretty little lady wherever she can go herself, and will lead her through beautiful flowery meadows to the house of bliss by a path on which not even the feet of a butterfly could get wet with dew.
Pirka had a key which opened this door, so she was able to go in and out of the house unseen whenever she liked. The object of this subterraneous way was to enable the headsman to escape, in case robber bands besieged his house and drove him to extremities. The little iron door led into a wood. In the cellar was a flight of wooden steps leading up to a trapdoor.
Yes; and I can give an answer to the third question also. So sure as I'm Barbara Pirka and the leader of the witches, I'll bring your sweetheart to you, my pretty little violet! I'll not so much as ask you his name nor where he dwells, whether it be far or near.
A true relation of the thoughtlessness of youth, and the artifices whereby women enthrall their lovers. "I am afraid!" said Michal, when she found herself in the middle of the dark forest. "What's there to be afraid of?" cried Pirka.
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