BOOK TEN: 1812
9. CHAPTER IX
 (continued)
"Yakov Alpatych, discharge me! Take the keys from me and discharge
 me, for Christ's sake!" 
"Stop that!" cried Alpatych sternly. "I see through you and three
 yards under you," he repeated, knowing that his skill in beekeeping,
 his knowledge of the right time to sow the oats, and the fact that
 he had been able to retain the old prince's favor for twenty years had
 long since gained him the reputation of being a wizard, and that the
 power of seeing three yards under a man is considered an attribute
 of wizards. 
Dron got up and was about to say something, but Alpatych interrupted
 him. 
"What is it you have got into your heads, eh?... What are you
 thinking of, eh?" 
"What am I to do with the people?" said Dron. "They're quite
 beside themselves; I have already told them..." 
"'Told them,' I dare say!" said Alpatych. "Are they drinking?" he
 asked abruptly. 
"Quite beside themselves, Yakov Alpatych; they've fetched another
 barrel." 
"Well, then, listen! I'll go to the police officer, and you tell
 them so, and that they must stop this and the carts must be got
 ready." 
"I understand." 
Alpatych did not insist further. He had managed people for a long
 time and knew that the chief way to make them obey is to show no
 suspicion that they can possibly disobey. Having wrung a submissive "I
 understand" from Dron, Alpatych contented himself with that, though he
 not only doubted but felt almost certain that without the help of
 troops the carts would not be forthcoming. 
And so it was, for when evening came no carts had been provided.
 In the village, outside the drink shop, another meeting was being
 held, which decided that the horses should be driven out into the
 woods and the carts should not be provided. Without saying anything of
 this to the princess, Alpatych had his own belongings taken out of the
 carts which had arrived from Bald Hills and had those horses got ready
 for the princess' carriages. Meanwhile he went himself to the police
 authorities. 
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