He tried to seize it; but the
chest began to sink into the earth, deeper, farther, and deeper still:
and behind him he heard a laugh, more like a serpent's hiss. "No, you
shall not see the gold until you procure human blood," said the witch,
and led up to him a child of six, covered with a white sheet, indicating
by a sign that he was to cut off his head. Petro was stunned. A trifle,
indeed, to cut off a man's, or even an innocent child's, head for no
reason whatever! In wrath he tore off the sheet enveloping his head, and
behold! before him stood Ivas. And the poor child crossed his little
hands, and hung his head. . . . Petro flew upon the witch with the knife
like a madman, and was on the point of laying hands on her. . . .
"What did you promise for the girl?" . . . thundered Basavriuk; and like a
shot he was on his back. The witch stamped her foot: a blue flame
flashed from the earth; it illumined it all inside, and it was as if
moulded of crystal; and all that was within the earth became visible, as
if in the palm of the hand. Ducats, precious stones in chests and
kettles, were piled in heaps beneath the very spot they stood on. His
eyes burned, . . . his mind grew troubled.
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