After she had gone, Daimona sent for the other bridal couple. They were worthy of each other, Vuk and Polyka.
The humpbacked bridegroom was dressed in a handsome seal-skin coat reaching down to his toes, his cap adorned with a pair of hare's ears; while the bride, with mouth all awry, was attired as a Turkish odalisque, making her more hideous than ever.
"Upon my word, they're a handsome couple!" laughed Araktseieff. "I wonder if that great hunch will prevent her kissing him?"
"That doesn't matter," returned Daimona; "her arms are long enough to pull out his hair."
Nor did it need much encouragement for her to try it even before marriage; a word would have sufficed to give proof of their connubial tenderness.
"It will be rare fun to-morrow!" said Daimona.
"A splendid idea," chimed in her lord.
"Are you satisfied with it?"
"It's a masterwork."
"Well, if you love me, do as I do."