"Sir," said the carter, hesitating, "why are you going in that direction? Here is no other house but that one yonder," and he pointed to the lonely house which stood below the town, all lurid in the evening twilight.
"And thither we must go."
"Jesus Christ preserve us!" stammered the wagoner, "that is the house of the vihodar."
"And thither I say we must go."
Then he went to his wife, and wrapped her in his mantle to protect her from the cold night air.
"Is your father's house much further?" she asked tenderly.
"There it is, straight before us," answered Henry; "my father is the vihodar of Zeb!"
CHAPTER VI.
Contains the proper explanation of things which have hitherto remained obscure.