Knock at any door, and it is sure to be opened by one of these ancient dames.
"He isn't at home," called out the old woman, without waiting to be addressed.

"He has gone to the 'Priest's Tree.' You'll find him there." "Well, then, if you know where this 'Priest's Tree' is, go ahead and show us the way," commanded he of the silver buttons, unwilling even to halt long enough to water his horse, so pressing was his errand.
The way led through a vast forest, and when the riders reached their destination it was late evening, the darkness being further increased by gathering thunder-clouds.

The so-called "Priest's Tree" is a giant beech standing in a broad open space and fenced around with a hedge planted by pious hands.

Under this tree have been sworn the most solemn of oaths, and the ground shaded by it is hallowed.

Near by stands a wooden church, exactly like the churches to be seen in all Wallachian villages, its steep roof and sides covered with shingles, and a pointed turret surmounting the whole.