Translated from Polish.
Not everyone can be the hero of an adventure such as befell Pakenas. Thomas had always approached him with reverence. Perchlike, with a shiny, sharp nose, Pakenas worked as a weaver in the large workshop, where he operated the ironing press used to press homespun cloth between sheets of cardboard, which long use and the absorption of dyes had turned pitch black. (People from the surrounding villages brought their homespun to the manor for beating and ironing.) Although the incident took place long ago, it has not been forgotten, and there was living proof that it was not merely rumored to have happened, since Pakenas was always on hand to testify, albeit reluctantly, to its veracity.
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