Vet. I wanted to be a scholar too. But they beat me back.
Cath. You have been a good peasant. You might have been a poor scholar. And we have had the teachers. Don't you remember the first night-class in our cottage, and the noble's daughter who wore peasant clothes and taught grown men to read? That was thirty years ago.
Vet. And she went to Kara for it ... to the mines ... for teaching men to read.
Cath. But others came.
Vet. And went ... as she did.
Cath. God bless them! We can all read our Bibles now. And the lad is going to a university.
Vet. 'Tis far, Berlin. I am old. The Shepherd is needed everywhere. He may go any time. Vasil ought to stay with his sister.
Cath. She has Alexander.
Vet. How long will he keep out of prison with that big heart and hot head?
Cath. God will protect her.