“None,” answered Krysia.
“Ah, ha! none!” exclaimed Basia. And here, mimicking Krysia’s voice, she began to sing:—
“‘O knights, believe me,
Useless is armor,
Shields give no service;
Cupid’s keen arrows,
Through steel and iron,
Go to all hearts.’
“She wields arms of that kind; never fear,” added Basia, turning to Pan Michael and Zagloba. “In that she is a warrior of no common skill.”
“Take your place, young lady!” said Pan Michael, wishing to conceal a slight confusion.