"Are you a Korab (ship)?"
"A Korab."
"My own blood, as God is dear to me!" cried Zagloba. "It is lucky that we have met, for in very truth I have come here to Lithuania to see the Kovalskis; and though I am in bonds while you are on horseback and in freedom I would gladly embrace you, for what is one's own is one's own."
"How can I help you? They commanded me to take you to Birji; I will take you. Blood is blood, but service is service."
"Call me Uncle," said Zagloba.
"Here is gorailka for you. Uncle," said Kovalski; "I can do that much."
Zagloba took the flask gladly, and drank to his liking. Soon a pleasant warmth spread through his members. It began to grow clear in his brain, and his mind became bright.
"Come down from the horse," said he to Kovalski, "and sit here a short time in the wagon; let us talk, for I should like to have you say something about our family. I respect service, but this too is permitted."
Kovalski did not answer for a while.
"This was not forbidden," said he, at last.
Soon after he was sitting at the side of Zagloba, and stretched himself gladly on the straw with which the wagon was filled.
Zagloba embraced him heartily.
"How is the health of thy old father? — God help me, — I've forgotten his name."
"Roh, also."
"That's right, that's right. Roh begat Roh, — that is according to command. You must call your son Roh as well, so that every hoopoo may have his topknot. But are you married?"
"Of course! I am Kovalski, and here is Pani Kovalski; I don't want any other."
So saying, the young officer raised to the eyes of Zagloba the hilt of a heavy dragoon sabre, and repeated, "I don't want any other."
"Proper!" said Zagloba. "Roh, son of Roh, you are greatly pleasing to me. A soldier is best accommodated when he has no wife save such a one, and I will say more, — she will be a widow before you will be a widower. The
