“Whence art thou?” asked she, measuring with her glance that strange figure, half peasant, half servant.
“From the woods, my lady.”
“And where is thy master?”
“That is not permitted me to say. But he is far from here; I rode five days, and wore out my horse.”
“Here is a thaler!” said Olenka. “And thy master is well?”
“He is as well, the young hero, as an aurochs.”
“And he is not in hunger or poverty?”
“He is a rich lord.”
“Go with God.”
“I bow to my lady’s feet.”