I am the general, and if you do not do at once what I tell you, you suffer for it.

First we go through a vineyard--" "One cannot give battle there, nor camp," Erick interrupted.
"That makes no difference," Churi continued, "you listen to what I tell you.

You have to go through the vineyard and not make a bit of noise, do you hear?
And not run away, else--" Churi lifted his fist threateningly.
"You must not tell anyone where we are going, do you hear ?" "I am not going," said Erick.
"Then go to the auction--that is the best thing for you; I am going now, good night." But Churi nevertheless remained.

The blood again rushed into Erick's cheeks.

He hesitated a moment, then he asked: "If I go with you, are you sure that I can get there, where I deliver letters ?" "Of course you can," Churi grumbled.
"Then I will go." "Give me your hand on it!" Churi held out his hand and Erick laid his in it.