"Yes; so it was."
"To drive me away?"
"To drive you away."
"I am not worthy, then, to join the society of the Bojars!"
"What care I for the Bojars and the whole Szojusz Blagadenztoiga? I give them shelter—and basta!"
"And am I not worthy to singe my wings in the fire of your eyes?"
"It would convert you to ice."
"Are you so cold, then?"
"Cold as the northern light."
"Have you no heart?"