Meanwhile they had reached the courtyard. Night had fallen completely. In places red torches were burning or lanterns gleaming, throwing an uncertain light on groups of soldiers, horse and foot, of various arms. The whole court was crowded with troops. Clearly they were ready to march, for a great movement was manifest on all sides. Here and there in the darkness gleamed lances and gun-barrels; horses' hoofs clattered on the pavement; single horsemen hurried between the squadrons, — undoubtedly officers giving commands.
Kovalski stopped the convoy and the prisoners before an enormous wagon drawn by four horses, and having a box made as it were of ladders.
"Take your places, gentlemen," said he.
"Some one is sitting there already," said Zagloba, clambering up. "But our packs?"
"They are under the straw," said Kovalski; "hurry, hurry!"
"But who are sitting here?" asked Zagloba, looking at dark figures stretched on the straw.
"Mirski, Stankyevich, Oskyerko," answered voices.
"Volodyovski, Yan and Stanislav Skshetuski, and Zagloba," answered our knights.
"With the forehead, with the forehead!"
"With the forehead! We are travelling in honorable company. And whither are they taking us, do you know, gentlemen?"
"You are going to Birji," said Kovalski.
When he said this, he gave the command. A convoy of fifty dragoons surrounded the wagon and moved on. The prisoners began to converse in a low voice.
"They will give us to the Swedes," said Mirski; "I expected that."
"I would rather sit among enemies than traitors," answered Stankyevich.
"And I would rather have a bullet in my forehead," said Volodyovski, "than sit with folded arms during such an unfortunate war."
"Do not blaspheme, Michael," answered Zagloba, "for from the wagon, should a convenient moment come, you may give a plunge, and from Birji also; but it is hard to escape with a bullet in the forehead. I foresaw that that traitor would not dare to put bullets in our heads."
"Is there a thing which Radzivill does not dare to do?"
