"Silly little Pole! She should have been kind to you. Where will she find your superior?"
"Arrange this, and I will give you a pot of ducats and another of pearls. In Bar we took booty not a little, and before that we took booty too."
"You are as rich as Prince Yeremi, and full of fame. They say Krívonos himself is afraid of you."
The Cossack waved his hand. "What is that to me if my heart is sore--"
And silence came again. The bank of the river grew wider and more desolate. The pale light of the moon lent fantastic forms to the trees and the rocks. At last Horpyna said,--
"This is the Enemy's Mound. We must ride together."
"Why?"
"It is a bad place."
They reined in their horses, and after a while the party coming on behind joined them. Bogun rose in the stirrups and looked into the cradle.
"Is she asleep?" he asked.