victory might be turned into dust by one spark, and Panna Billevich lost forever.
"For God's sake!" muttered one of the Butryms, "he is a madman. He is ready to do what he says."
Suddenly a happy thought came to Volodyovski, as it seemed to him. "There is another way!" cried he. "Meet me, traitor, with a sabre. If you put me down, you will go away in freedom."
For a time there was no answer. The hearts of the Lauda men beat unquietly.
"With a sabre?" asked Kmita, at length. "Can that be?"
"If you are not afraid, it will be."
"The word of a cavalier that I shall go away in freedom?"
"The word —"
"Impossible!" cried a number of voices among the Butryms.
"Quiet, a hundred devils!" roared Volodyovski; "if not, then let him blow you up with himself."
The Butryms were silent; after a while one of them said, "Let it be as you wish."
"Well, what is the matter there?" asked Kmita, derisively. "Do the gray coats agree?"
"Yes, and they will take oath on their swords, if you wish."
"Let them take oath."
"Come together, gentlemen, come together!" cried Volodyovski to the nobles who were standing under the walls and surrounding the whole house.
After a while all collected at the main door, and soon the news that Kmita wanted to blow himself up with powder spread on every side. They were as if petrified with terror. Meanwhile Volodyovski raised his voice and said amid silence like that of the grave, —
"I take you all present here to witness that I have challenged Pan Kmita, the banneret of Orsha, to a duel, and I have promised that if he puts me down he shall go hence in freedom, without obstacle from you; to this you must swear on your sword-hilts, in the name of God and the holy cross —"
"But wait!" cried Kmita, — "in freedom with all my men, and I take the lady with me."
"The lady will remain here," answered Volodyovski, "and the men will go as prisoners to the nobles."
