This frightened Boleslav out of his dream.
"What!" he exclaimed. "Off already, before I have thanked you?"
No one spoke.
"Won't you take a glass of wine now the job is finished? And I wanted to ask your advice about other matters."
Peter Negenthin strode up, and looking him straight in the face, drew his clenched fist from the sling.
"We would rather die of thirst," he hissed through his set teeth, "than take a drink of water from your hand."
Boleslav staggered backwards as if he had been hit between the eyes. He felt the earth reeling beneath his feet.
Then Karl Engelbert stepped forth from his sullen little band.
"It is much to be deplored, Baumgart--I call you so because you have been Baumgart to us till this minute--it is much to be deplored that you should thus be bluntly told of what our present feelings are towards you. Why did not you hold your tongue, Negenthin?... But the words have been spoken and cannot be recalled, so now you may as well know all. You summoned us, and we came. Some of us, it is true, were of opinion that we weren't obliged to obey your summons, considering you had deceived us about your name; but others said, whether it was Baumgart or no, we were bound by the oath taken in the church at Dannigkow, after our first battle--and none of us were desirous of breaking an oath. That is why we are here. You can imagine that we didn't come willingly. We are honest fellows, and to tell the truth, the work you gave us to do went against the grain. The long and short of it is, that when we go home, and people spit in our faces, we must put up with it, for they will have right on their side."
"Why didn't you say all this before?" Boleslav stammered forth. "Why, oh why have you let it come to my standing here before you--like a--like a--Ha! ha! ha! If you spit in my face, I must put up with it!"