“No,” replied Jendzian; “those are nobles going with horses to fairs.”
“But whither?” asked Yuzva.
“To Sobota,” said old Kyemlich.
“Where is that?”
“Not far from Pyantek.”
Yuzva accounted this answer an untimely jest, as Kmita had previously, and said with a frown, “Answer when people ask!”
“By what right do you ask?”
“I can make that clear to you, for I am sent out to see if there are not suspicious men in the neighborhood. Indeed it seems to me there are some, who do not wish to tell where they are going.”
Kmita, fearing that a fight might rise out of this conversation, said, without moving from the dark corner,—
“Be not angry, worthy soldier, for Pyantek and Sobota are towns, like others, in which horse-fairs are held in the fall. If you do not believe, ask the lord starosta, who must know of them.”