I must have eaten a dozen strings of pretzels, but she wouldn’t take a penny from me. She just wanted me to promise I’d come to the Assumption Fair in Milejów. I promised. As for the Prażuchs, since that day it was like they’d gone underground. Though once in a while someone would tell me they’d been making threats, because everyone in our village heard about the fight. Apparently they even needed to get a doctor out for Bolek. The old man supposedly said I’d have to pay for the doctor. But soon after that I joined the resistance and stopped giving a damn about the Prażuchs. I thought I was done with them, that at most the field boundary would get plowed back over after the war.