“We have killed his men,” said Yuzva Butrym; “now we are seeking his own head.”
“His head, his blood! Cut down the murderer!”
“Pursue him!” cried the lady. “Why do you stand here? Pursue him!”
“Is he not hidden here? We found his horse at the woods.”
“He is not here! The house was closed. Look for him in the stables and barns.”
“He has gone off to the woods!” cried some noble. “Come, brothers.”
“Be silent!” roared with powerful voice Yuzva Butrym. “My lady,” said he, “do not conceal him! That is a cursed man!”
Olenka raised both hands above her head: “I join you in cursing him!”
“Amen!” shouted the nobles. “To the buildings, to the woods! We will find him! After the murderer!”
“Come on! come on!”