Wladek continued to stand before the Baron, gazing, while before him there opened a wondrous vision of food and drink, books and teachers wiser by far than Mr. Kotowski. He glanced towards his mother. She, too, was gazing at the Baron, her face filled with wonder and sorrow. His father turned to his mother, and the instant of silent communication between them seemed an eternity to the child.
The trapper gruffly addressed the Baron's feet. 'We would be honoured, sir.'
The Baron looked interrogatively at Helena Koskiewicz.
'The Blessed Virgin forbid that I should ever stand in my child's way,'
she said softly, 'though She alone knows how much it will cost me!
'But, Madam Koskiewicz, your son can return home regularly to see you.'
'Yes, sir. I expect he will do so, at first.' She was about to add some plea but decided against it The Baron smiled. 'Good. ies settled then. Please bring the boy to the castle tomorrow morning by seven o'clock. During the school term Wladek will live with us, and when Christmas comes, he can return to you: Wladek burst into tears.
'Quiet, boy,' said the trapper.
'I will not go,' said Wladek firmly, wanting to go.
'Quiet, boy,' said the trapper, this time a little louder.
'Why not?' asked the Baron, with compassion in his voice.
'I will never leave Florcia - never.'
'Florcia?' queried the Baron.
'My eldest daughter, sir,' interjected the trapper. ~Don't concern yourself with her, sir. The boy will do as he is told.'
No one spoke. The Baron considered for a moment. Wladek continued to cry controlled tears.
'How old is the girl?' asked the Baron.
Tourteen,' replied the trapper.
'Could she work in the kitchens?' asked the Baron, relieved to observe that Helena Koskiewicz was not going to burst into tears, as well.
'Oh yes, Baron,' she replied, Tlorcia can cook and - she can sew and she can . . .'
'Good, good, then she can come as well. I shall expect to see them both tomorrow morning at seven.'
The Baron walked to the door and looked back and smiled at Wladek, who returned the smile. Wladek had won his first bargain, and accepted his mother's tight embrace while he stared at the closed door and heard her whisper, 'Ah, Matka's littlest one, what will become of you now?'
Wladek couldn't wait to find out.
Helena Koskiewicz packed for Wladek and Florentyna during the night, not that it would have taken long to pack the entire family's possessions. In the morning, the rvxnainder of the family stood in front of the door to watch them both depart for the castle each holding a: paper parcel under one arm. Florentyna tall and graceful, kept looking back, crying and waving; but Wladek, short and ungainly, never once looked back. Florentyna held firmly to Wladek's hand for the entire journey to the Baron's castle.
Their roles were now reversed; from that day on she was to depend on him.
They were clearly expected by the magnificent man in the embroidered suit of green livery who was summoned by their timid knock on the great oak door. Both children had gazed in admiration at the grey uniforms of the soldiers in the town who guarded the nearby Russian - Polish border, but they had never seen anything so resplendent as this liveried servant, towering above them and evidently of overwhelming importance, There was a thick carpet in the hall and Wladek stared at the green and red patterning, amazed by its beauty, wondering if he should take his shoes off and surprised when he walked across it, his footsteps made no sound. The dazzling being conducted them to their bedrooms in the west wing. Separate bedrooms - would they ever get to sleep? At least there was a connecting door, so they needed never to be too far apart, and in fact for many nights they slept together in one bed.
When they had both unpacked, Florentyna was taken to the kitchen, and Wladek to a playroom in the south wing of the castle to meet the Baron's son, Leon. He was a tall, good - looking boy who was so immediately charming and welcoming to Wladek that he abandoned his prepared pug - nacious posture with surprise and relief. Leon had been a lonely child, with no one to play with except his niania, the devoted Lithuanian woman who had breast - fed him and attended to his every need since the premature death of his mother. The stocky boy who had come out of the forest promised companionship. At least in one matter they both knew they had been deemed equals.
Leon immediately offeried to show Wladek around the castle, and the tour took the rest of the morning. Wladek remained astounded by its size, the richness of the furniture and fabric, and those car - pets in every room.