“I will not run away. I’ll die here like a dog.”
“So it has pleased thee here?”
“He runs away who feels better in the field; it is better for me here. I had my leg shot through, and the old man’s daughter here dressed it, and she spoke a kind word. Such a beauty I have not seen before with my eyes. Why should I go away?”
“Which one pleased thee so?”
“Maryska.”
“And so thou wilt remain?”
“If I die, they will carry me out; if not, I will remain.”
“Dost thou think to earn Pakosh’s daughter?”
“I know not.”
“He would give death to such a poor fellow before he would his daughter.”