"Friends of Bogun."
"Ah, she is a handsome witch," muttered Pan Michael, under his mustaches.
"And what have you come for?"
"Here is the baton, the knife, and the ring for you,--you know what they mean?"
The giantess took them in her hands and began to examine them carefully; then she said,--
"They are the same! You have come for the princess?"
"Yes! Is she well?"
"She is. Why didn't Bogun himself come?"
"Bogun is wounded."
"Wounded? I saw that in the mill."