"What is he doing?
Where did you see him?
In a dungeon?
in a pit?
dishonoured?
bound ?" "Who would dare to bind Lord Andrii?
now he is so grand a knight.
I hardly recognised him.

Gold on his shoulders and his belt, gold everywhere about him; as the sun shines in spring, when every bird twitters and sings in the orchard, so he shines, all gold.

And his horse, which the Waiwode himself gave him, is the very best; that horse alone is worth two hundred ducats." Bulba was petrified.

"Why has he put on foreign garments ?" "He put them on because they were finer.

And he rides about, and the others ride about, and he teaches them, and they teach him; like the very grandest Polish noble." "Who forced him to do this ?" "I should not say that he had been forced.