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After some tribulation, Janna has made it to her husband’s relatives in the country. The farm is very far from idyllic. Dimir’s ancient aunt and uncle, their two sons, a daughter-in-law and baby are packed into a farmhouse with the livestock and the relatives make no secret of the fact that they resent having extra mouths to feed. The single son-Seko- is so creepy he hasn’t found a woman who’ll marry him voluntarily, but luckily Janna just showed up on their doorstep.
“It’s time you were thinking of marriage,” Bora said, puffing on his pipe.
“Marriage?” Janna gasped. “I don’t know what’s become of Dimir, and even if he’s dead, it’s not seemly for me to remarry so soon.”
“Oh, he’s dead all right,” Seko said with a nasty grin. “A messenger came through town last night, and said there was a big to-do in Kaleva the other day with all the rebel leaders hanged, including our Dimir.”
“Oh, Holy Mother,” Janna said, and burst into tears.
“Pfft, don’t carry on so,” Bora said, blowing a smoke ring. “An old fellow like our Dimir was; you should be happy you’ll get a nice young one soon, and maybe have babies of your own.”