"And was she in a wreath?"
"In a wreath and a white robe."
"And how do you know that that hawk was I? I spoke to you of that young Polish noble,--maybe it was he?"
The girl wrinkled her brows and grew thoughtful. "No," said she after a while, shaking her head; "if it had been the Pole, it would have been an eagle."
"Glory to God, glory to God! I will go now to the Cossacks to prepare the horses for the road. We go to-night."
"So you are going surely?"
"Hmelnitski has ordered, and Krívonos too. You know well that there will be a great war, for I read the same in Bar in a letter from Hmelnitski."
Bogun in reality could not read, but he was ashamed of it; he did not wish to pass for illiterate.
"Then go!" said the witch. "You are lucky,--you will be hetman. I saw three bunchuks above you as I see these fingers."
"And I shall be hetman and marry the princess,--I cannot take a peasant."