you want to say?'
asked the officer, without looking at him. Something suddenly came over
'It was I,'
he said hoarsely.
made his report.
me food,' Yakob
said, 'and this muffler and breeches, and they beat me.'
'It was you
who showed them
show them the way?'
beat you in the
hesitated. 'In the
cottage we were having supper.'
on the way?'
hesitated, and looked
into the officer's eyes. They were clear, calm eyes. The guard came a
turned towards the window and asked more gently: 'You had supper
in the cottage. Then you went out with them. Did they beat you on the
suddenly and looked
at Yakob. The peasant stood, looked at the grey snowflakes outside the
window, and his face, partly black, partly pallid, was wrinkled in deep
have you got
I...' This interrogation
made him alternately hot and cold.
beat them, and not
they who beat you?' laughed the officer.
is still there
in the cottage, and here is what they gave me,' he said, holding up the
muffler and tobacco.
threw his cigarette
away and turned on his heel. Yakob's eyes became dull, his arm with the
wrote an order.
'Take him away.' They passed the schoolmaster and some women and
in the passage.
leaning against the wall.
made a sign with
his hand. Yakob, behind him, looked dully into the startled faces of
frightened he looks...how
they have beaten him...how frightened he looks!' they murmured.
He put the
his neck again, for he felt cold.
him, that's him,'
growled the crowd outside.
manor-house was reached.
The light from the numerous windows fell upon horses and gun-carriages
drawn up in the yard.
you want?' cried
the sentry to the crowd, pushing them back.
'Where is he to go?'
sort...' murmured the
crowd. Yakob's guard delivered his order. They stopped in the porch.
pillars threw long shadows which lost themselves towards the fence and
across the waves of the stream beyond, in the
darkness of the night.
The heat in
was overpowering. This was the room where the bailiff had so often
him his pay. The office no longer existed. Soldiers were lying asleep