"Are you quite awake?"
"Quite awake. How long did it last this time?"
"Two days."
"We are not two days' journey out of Mittau?"
"Yes."
"Well, when you have horses put in to-morrow morning, turn them back to Mittau."
Skenedonk went to the gigantic hearth, and one of the Jews ladled him out a bowlful of the cauldron stew, which he brought to me.
The stuff was not offensive and I was hungry. He brought another bowlful for himself, and we ate as we had often done in the woods. The fire shone on his bald pate and gave out the liquid lights of his fawn eyes.
"I have made a fool of myself in Mittau, Skenedonk."
"Why do you want to go back?"