After a moment she added:
"You must not tell that I was here, because they will laugh at me."
"But I will go with you to your house, because I am afraid the wolves will attack you, and you have no fork."
"Very well!"
Thus they sat talking for a while beside the bright fire, looking like two young forest creatures.
Zbyszko looked at the girl's pretty face, lighted by the flames, and said with involuntary admiration:
"There is not another girl in this world as brave as you are. You ought to go to the war!"
She looked into his face and then she answered, almost sadly:
"I know; but you must not laugh at me."