arrived. First a Swedish detachment of about one hundred horse, under the lead of a number of officers and some important captain. This captain was a man of middle age, of a form rather imposing, large, powerful, broad-shouldered, quick-eyed; and though he wore a foreign dress and looked altogether like a foreigner, still when he entered the room he spoke to Pan Andrei in purest Polish, asking who he was and whither he was going.
Pan Andrei answered at once that he was a noble from Sohachev, for it might have seemed strange to the officer that a subject of the elector had come to that remote place. Learning that Pan Andrei was going to the King of Sweden with complaint that payment of money due him by the Swedes was refused, the officer said, —
"Prayer at the high altar is best, and wisely you go to the king; for though he has a thousand affairs on his head, he refuses hearing to no one, and he is so kind to Polish nobles that you are envied by the Swedes."
"If only there is money in the treasury?"
"Karl Gustav is not the same as your recent Yan Kazimir, who was forced to borrow even of Jews, for whatever he had he gave straightway to him who first asked for it. But if a certain enterprise succeeds, there will be no lack of coin in the treasury."
"Of what enterprise is your grace speaking?"
"I know you too little to speak confidentially, but be assured that in a week or two the treasury of the King of Sweden will be as weighty as that of the Sultan."
"Then some alchemist must make money for him, since there is no place from which to get it in this country."
"In this country? It is enough to stretch forth daring hands. And of daring there is no lack among us, as is shown by the fact that we are now rulers here."
"True, true," answered Kmita; "we are very glad of that rule, especially if you teach us how to get money like chips."
"The means are in your power, but you would rather die of hunger than take one copper."
Kmita looked quickly at the officer, and said, —
"For there are places against which it is terrible, even for Tartars, to raise hands."
"You are too mysterious, Sir Cavalier," answered the officer, " and remember that you are going, not to Tartars, but to Swedes for money."
Further conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a
