the marching warriors, broke its pale rays on the points of the pikes, and was reflected on the gleaming sabres. The nobles talked in a low voice of the unusual event which had dragged them from their beds.
"Various people have been going around here," said one of the Domasheviches; "we thought they were deserters, but they were surely his spies."
"Of course. Every day strange minstrels used to visit Yodokty as if for alms," said others.
"And what kind of soldiers has Kmita?"
"The servants in Vodokty say they are Cossacks. It is certain that Kmita has made friends with Hovanski or Zolotarenko. Hitherto he was a murderer, now he is an evident traitor."
"How could he bring Cossacks thus far?"
"With such a great band it is not easy to pass. Our first good company would have stopped him on the road."
"Well, they might go through the forests. Besides, are there few lords travelling with domestic Cossacks? Who can tell them from the enemy? If these men are asked they will say that they are domestic Cossacks."
"He will defend himself," said one of the Gostsyeviches, "for he is a brave and resolute man; but our colonel will be a match for him."
"The Butryms too have vowed that even if they have to fall one on the other, he will not leave there alive. They are the most bitter against him."
"But if we kill him, from whom will they recover their losses? Better take him alive and give him to justice."
"What is the use in thinking of courts now when all have lost their heads? Do you know that people say war may come from the Swedes?"
"May God preserve us from that! The Moscow power and Hmelnitski at present; only the Swedes are wanting, and then the last day of the Commonwealth."
At this moment Volodyovski riding in advance turned and said, "Quiet there, gentlemen!"
The nobles grew silent, for Lyubich was in sight. In a quarter of an hour they had come within less than forty rods of the building. All the windows were illuminated; the light shone into the yard, which was full of armed men and horses. Nowhere sentries, no precautions, — it was evident that Kmita trusted too much in his strength. When he had drawn still nearer, Pan Volodyovski with
