"Then you only dance with me that it might not be said: 'He was welcomed with the sour lees of wine'?"
"I dance with you because I choose to do so."
"Thank you, pretty one."
The two thereupon began to go through the maze of the Kolo, and, as he twisted her round, they both moved so gracefully, keeping time to the music, that they looked like feathery boughs swayed by the summer breeze.
About ten o'clock the dances came to an end, and every youth, having gone to thank his host for the pleasant evening he had passed, went off with his partner, laughing and chatting all the way.
"And you, my lovely one, where do you live?" asked the stranger of
Jella.
"In one of the very last houses of the village, quite at the end of the lane."
"Will you allow me to see you home?"
"If I am not taking you out of your way."
"Even if it were, it would be a pleasure for me."