Chapter 31

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Leaving the cloister garden, Vasaris turns right toward the manor, noting a better road, the lake beyond the estate, and a pine thicket that frames the landscape. He reflects on the manor’s history: originally leased by the Kalnynų priest, then inherited by the baron Rainakis, whose name derives from the folk‑tale “Reineke‑Fuchs” and a university nickname. The manor is described as a spacious, well‑kept garden bordered by tall lindens, apple and pear trees, and a two‑storey brick mansion with a clean façade.

Vasaris continues past the house, climbs a gentle hill, and reaches a small lake whose water appears bluer than the sky. Near the lake a pine grove and a narrow path lead him to a ridge where three riders appear. At first he assumes they are soldiers or police: they wear dark, almost black garments, their white chests glowing from a distance, and each has a round‑brimmed hat, the third a larger gray cap. The rider with the brightest white chest urges his horse, leaping over a shallow ditch; the others follow, crossing a low bridge and a meadow.

As the riders descend the ditch, the white‑chested rider’s horse stumbles, the rider lands hard, and the two companions quickly help him. Observing them more closely, Vasaris realizes the two hat‑wearers are women disguised as riders. The younger woman is strikingly beautiful, wearing male‑style clothing with a high, white‑collared shirt that gives a feminine hint; the older rider is robust, also in male attire but with a narrow collar and a feminine silhouette. The young woman smiles, gestures, and in Polish says, “Please do not be angry, sir,” as the horse steadies.

Vasaris, still bewildered, introduces himself as the vicar from Kalnynai. The riders reveal themselves: the first is the baron’s wife, a Polish Catholic, the second is the baron’s sister Sokolina, and the third, after his brief fall, is the baron himself, Rainakis. The baron, amused by Vasaris’s name, explains its folk‑tale origin and greets him warmly. Vasaris apologizes for any impropriety, bows, and the baroness nods kindly. The exchange is polite but filled with a subtle tension as Vasaris is aware of his outsider status.

After the brief audience, Vasaris watches the trio ride away, the horses’ hooves echoing across the meadow. He continues his walk, his imagination enlivened by the aristocratic spectacle, the romantic aura of the manor, and his brief contact with the baron’s family. The chapter ends with Vasaris feeling a heightened sense of wonder and a lingering desire to belong to the cultivated world he has glimpsed.