So we permitted the little yellow-haired urchin to lead
us to "Radoikovitches." A woman received us, without gusto, till she
learned that Jo was Jan's wife, when she cheered up. A charming old
officer stood rakia all round in our honour. The mayor came in to greet
us, and we felt that at last Pod had been pushed behind for ever.
The mayor was a pleasant fellow, speaking French, and he confided in us
that he was suffering from a "maladie d'estomac." When we thought we had
sympathized enough, we asked him how far it was, and could we have
horses to go to Petch. He answered that it was two days, or rather one
and a half, and that the horses would await us at twelve on the
following day. We went to bed early to make up for last night, but Jan,
having felt rather tickly all day, hunted the corners of his shirt and
found--dare we mention it--a louse, souvenir de Lieva Rieka.
As we were breakfasting next day our driver, who had been most
unpleasant the whole time, sidled up and asked Jan to sign a paper.
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