“Are you a Pagan, then, or what are you?”
“I have no religion,” answered the Bohemian.
Durward started back, for though he had heard of Saracens and Idolaters, it had never entered into his ideas or belief that any body of men could exist who practised no mode of worship whatever. He recovered from his astonishment to ask his guide where he usually dwelt.
“Wherever I chance to be for the time,” replied the Bohemian. “I have no home.”
“How do you guard your property?”
“Excepting the clothes which I wear, and the horse I ride on, I have no property.”
“Yet you dress gaily, and ride gallantly,” said Durward. “What are your means of subsistence?”
“I eat when I am hungry, drink when I am thirsty, and have no other means of subsistence than chance throws in my Way,” replied the vagabond.
“Under whose laws do you live?”
“I acknowledge obedience to none, but an it suits my pleasure or my necessities,” said the Bohemian.