She answered, “To the man who sows it.”
“Then order the storm,” said the speaker, “that it may no more choose our corn-fields as the place of its riotous amusements, and tread down our corn and destroy our fruits.”
“Let it be so,” said the duchess. “I will tame the storm, and banish it from your fields; it shall fight with the clouds, and disperse them, for they are coming from the north, and threaten the country with hail and bad weather.”
Prince Wladomir and the knight Mizislas were both assessors of the tribunal. When they heard the complaints against them, and the judgment of the princess, they became pale, and fixed their eyes in suppressed rage on the ground. They did not, however, dare to show how much they were vexed at being condemned by the lips of a woman. Although the plaintiffs had modestly hid their complaints under an allegorical veil, and the sentence of the chief-justice Libussa had judiciously respected that cover, its texture was so fine and transparent, that every one who had eyes could see those who stood behind it.
The culprits not daring to appeal from the decision of the princess to the people, the judgment against them having given general satisfaction, they quietly submitted to it, although with