In that part of Poland, however, one deal can always be made without exciting any comment or surprise. Any one will trade a horse with you, and at any time of the day or night. I believe a man would not be in the least surprised to be called out of bed at midnight for the purpose; and I am sure he would gladly get up for the sheer pleasure of the deal. It is the one great pastime, or as near to a pastime, as the older men of that district care to get.
But to obtain a saddle was another matter; while even to have asked for such a thing as a side saddle would have stirred enough curiosity to set the gossips’ tongues click-clacking all over the village. There was nothing for it therefore except that Volna should ride bare-back; and as I should have to lead her horse, there was no use in getting one for myself.
Volna was waiting for me when I reached the appointed place. She had made a considerable change in her appearance. A long fur cloak covered her dress, and in place of her former dainty headgear she was wearing a close fur turban.
Wishing to try the effect of my own altered appearance, I assumed a sort of slouching walk and made as if to pass her.
“Did you think I should not know you?” she asked.
“I was rather hoping you would not. I am supposed to be disguised.”
She laughed. “I should know you anywhere.”
“Then we must trust that other eyes are not so keen as yours,” said I, feeling a little crestfallen.
“Or that they are not so interested in recognizing you. What about the train?”
“None but bad news;” and I told her what had occurred and how I proposed to manage. She agreed at once, but was for walking.