“And I for life and death.”
Again the sable cap of Kmita bent over the marten-skin cap of Olenka. She knew not herself which gave her more delight,—the kisses or the magic ride.
And they flew farther, but always through pine-woods, through pine-woods. Trees fled to the rear in whole regiments. The snow was wheezing, the horses snorting; but the man and the maiden were happy.
“I would ride to the end of the world in this way,” cried Kmita.
“What are we doing? This is a sin!” whispered Olenka.
“What sin? Let us commit it again.”
“Impossible! Mitruny is not far.”
“Far or near, ’tis all one!”
And Kmita rose in the sleigh, stretched his arms upward, and began to shout as if in a full breast he could not find place for his joy: “Hei-ha! hei-ha!”
“Hei-hop! hoop-ha!” answered the comrades from the sleighs behind.