They are dogs, not men; and their faith is such as no one respects." "You lie, you son of Satan!" exclaimed Bulba.

"You are a dog yourself! How dare you say that our faith is not respected?
It is your heretical faith which is not respected." "Oho!" said the heyduke.

"I can guess who you are, my friend; you are one of the breed of those under my charge.

So just wait while I summon our men." Taras realised his indiscretion, but vexation and obstinacy hindered him from devising a means of remedying it.

Fortunately Yankel managed to interpose at this moment:-- "Most noble lord, how is it possible that the count can be a Cossack?
If he were a Cossack, where could have he obtained such a dress, and such a count-like mien ?" "Explain that yourself." And the heyduke opened his wide mouth to shout.
"Your royal highness, silence, silence, for heaven's sake!" cried Yankel.