“Why do you shout so?” asked the lady.
“Oh, so, from delight! And shout you as well!”
“Hei-ha!” was heard the resonant, thin alto voice.
“O thou, my queen! I fall at thy feet.”
“The company will laugh.”
After the ecstasy a noisy joyousness seized them, as wild as the driving was wild. Kmita began to sing,—
“Look thou, my girl! look through the door,
To the rich fields!
Oh, knights from the pine-woods are coming, my mother,
Oh, that’s my fate!