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We entered a large gate; on the one side of a yard was the
church, and on the other a big two-storied rest-house, where one could
lodge while paying devotions or doing pilgrimages. Its long balconies
were filled with country folk all come for the festival, and who were
feasting and laughing as though the war did not exist. The courtyard was
filled with men and women in Bosnian costumes, white and dark red
embroideries. Through the open door of the church one could see the
silhouettes of the peasants bowing before the Ikons and relics. It was
almost dark, and one man began to play a little haunting melody upon a
wooden pipe, but though they linked arms and shuffled their feet, the
young men did not dance.
At supper the Shadow revealed a quaint sense of humour, and so to bed.
The next morning was lovely, and we started at seven with the youngest
Voukotitch and the others. Some officers had lent us their horses, and
Voukotitch had proudly produced his English saddle for Jo. On the road
the spirit of mischief entered him.


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