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Updated: August 13, 2024
Finally he turned, opened the door with his foot, and rushed into the other room; there he seized the curved stick from the pilgrim's hands and began to strike the shpilmen with it, roaring like a wounded urus. "To horse, you rascals! To horse, you dog-faiths! I will not put my foot in this house again! To horse, he who believes in God, to horse!"
"He cannot by any means!" exclaimed the wandering seminarists, together. "Keep quiet, you shpilmen!" said the abbot; "you are not ecclesiastics, although your heads are shaved." "We are not 'shpilmen, but courtiers of Your Grace," answered one of them, looking toward a large bucket from which the smell of hops and malt was filling the air. "Look! He is talking from a barrel!" exclaimed the abbot.
Here he looked at the shpilmen, and said: "Do not draw your swords, and remember that you are spiritual servants; but if they attack us first, then strike them!" Zbyszko, while riding beside Jagienka, said to her: "I am sure that in Krzesnia we will meet young Wilk and Cztan. Show me them from afar, so that I may know them." "Very well, Zbyszku," answered Jagienka.
"Your head is wise about everything," answered Zych. The abbot was pleased with this praise; then he approached nearer Jagienka and asked: "Why are you so sad?" She leaned on the saddle, seized the abbot's hand and lifted it to her mouth: "Godfather, could you not send your shpilmen to Krzesnia?" "What for? They will get drunk in the inn that's all." "But they may prevent a quarrel."
At first the abbot ordered his shpilmen to sing some church songs; afterward, when he was tired of their songs, he began to talk with Zbyszko, who smiled at his enormous sword, which was as large as a two-handed German sword. "I see," said he gravely, "that you wonder at my sword; the synod permits a clergyman to wear a sword during a journey, and I am traveling.
Zbyszko rode beside Jagienka, listening to the abbot's shpilmen singing merry songs; but when they had traveled five or six furlongs, he suddenly reined in his horse, and said: "Oh! I intended to pay for a mass to be said for uncle's health and I forgot it; I must return." "Do not go back!" exclaimed Jagienka; "we will send from Zgorzelice." "No, I will return, and you must not wait for me.
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