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318 men for one moment. Toward morning they could hardly recognize each other, so much had their faces changed in that single night. At last Zbyshko's suffering and resolve astonished Yurand; so he said,—

"She covered thee with a veil and wrested thee from death—I know that. But dost thou love her besides?"

Zbyshko looked him straight in the eyes with a face almost insolent, and answered,—

"She is my wife."

At this Yurand stopped his horse, and gazed at Zbyshko, blinking from amazement.

"What hast thou said? " inquired he.

"I say that she is my wife, and that I am her husband."

The Knight of Spyhov covered his eyes with his glove, as if his sight had been dazzled by a lightning flash, but he said nothing. After a while he rode on, and pushing to the head of the escort advanced in silence.