And measuring the brothers, one after the other, with a stern glance, he began at the eldest,-- "Are ye Turks to bring in the ears of beaten enemies? Ye are a shame to this Christian army and all nobles. If Krepetski deserved death a hundred times, if he were even a heretic, or out and out a pagan, it would still be an inexpressible shame to commit such an action. Oh, ye have delighted Yatsek, so that he spits from his mouth that which comes into it. But I tell you that for such a deed ye are to expect not gratitude but contempt, and shame also; for there is no regiment in all the cavalry, or even a regiment in the infantry, which would accept such barbarians as comrades." At this Mateush stepped out in front of his brothers, and, flaming with rage, said,-- "Here is gratitude for you, here is reward, here is the justice of people, and a judgment. If any layman were to utter this judgment I should cut one ear from him, and also the other to go with it, but since a clerical person speaks thus, let the Lord Jesus judge him, and take the side of the innocent! Your Grace asks: 'Are ye Turks?' but I ask: Do you think that we cut off the ear of a dead man? My born brothers, ye innocent orphans, to what have ye come, that they make Turks of you, enemies of the faith! To what?" Here his voice quivered, for his grief had exceeded his auger. The three brothers, roused by the unjust judgment, began to cry out with equal sorrow,-- "They make Turks of us!" "Enemies of the faith!" "Vile pagans!" "Then tell, in the name of misfortune, how it was," said the priest. "Lukash cut off Martsian's ear in a duel." "Whence did Krepetski come hither?" "He rode into Cracow. He was here five days. He rode in behind us." "Let one speak. Speak thou, but to the point." Here the priest turned to Yan, the youngest.