be safer to keep them than in exposed Kyedani. The prince hoped with reason that to transport the colonels to a remote fortress, in which, according to treaty, there must be a Swedish garrison already, would destroy in the minds of the rebellious soldiers all hope of rescuing them, and deprive the rebellion itself of every basis. Pan Zagloba, the Skshetuskis, and Volodyovski were to share the lot of the others.
It was already evening when an officer with lantern in hand entered the cellar in which they were, and said, —
"Prepare, gentlemen, to follow me."
"Whither?" asked Zagloba, with a voice of alarm.
"That will be seen. Hurry, hurry!"
"We come."
They went out. In the corridor Scottish soldiers armed with muskets surrounded them. Zagloba grew more and more alarmed.
"Still they would not lead us to death without a priest, without confession," whispered he in the ear of Volodyovski. Then he turned to the officer: "What is your rank, I pray?"
"What is my rank to you?"
"I have many relatives in Lithuania, and it is pleasant to know with whom one has to do."
"No time for inquiries, but he is a fool who is ashamed of his name. I am Roh Kovalski, if you wish to know."
"That is an honorable stock! The men are good soldiers, the women are virtuous. My grandmother was a Kovalski, but she made an orphan of me before I came to the world. Are you from the Vyerush, or the Korab Kovalskis?"
"Do you want to examine me as a witness, in the night?"
"Oh, I do this because you are surely a relative of mine, for we have the same build. You have large bones and shoulders, just like mine, and I got my form from my grandmother."
"Well, we can talk about that on the road. We shall have time!"
"On the road?" said Zagloba; and a great weight fell from his breast. He breathed like a bellows, and gained courage at once.
"Pan Michael," whispered he, "did I not say that they would not cut our heads off?"
- VOL. I. — 17
