Then the monks, the soldiers, the nobles, began to come out on the square.
The bell-ringers rushed to the bells; and soon they were all heard, the great, the smaller, and the small bells, as if for a fire, mingling their groans with the sounds of the trumpets, which had not ceased to play.
Lighted matches were thrown into pitch-barrels," prepared of purpose and tied with chains; then they were drawn upward with cranks. Red light streamed over the base of the cliff, and then the people on Yasna Gora saw before them a party of mounted trumpeters, — those standing nearest with trumpets at their mouths, behind them long and deep ranks of mounted men with unfurled flags.
The trumpeters played some time yet, as if they wished with those brazen sounds to express the whole power of the Swedes, and to terrify the monks altogether. At last they were silent; one of them separated from the rank, and waving a white kerchief, approached the gate.
"In the name of his Royal Grace," cried the trumpeter, "the Most Serene King of the Swedes, Goths, and Vandals, Grand Prince of Finland, Esthonia, Karelia, Stettin, Pomerania, and the Kashubes, Prince of Rugen, Lord of Ingria, Wismark, and Bavaria, Count of the Rhenish Palatinate, open the gates."
"Admit him," said Kordetski.
They opened, but only a door in the gate.
The horseman hesitated for a time; at last he came down from his horse, entered within the circle of the walls, and seeing a crowd of white habits, he asked, —
"Who among you is the superior?"
"I am," answered Kordetski.
The horseman gave him a letter with seals, and said: "Count Veyhard will wait for an answer at Saint Barbara's."
The prior summoned at once the monks and nobles to the council-chamber to deliberate.
On the way, Pan Charnyetski said to Kmita: "Come you also."
"I will go, but only through curiosity," answered Pan Andrei; "for I have no work there. Henceforward I will not serve the Most Holy Lady with my mouth."
When they had entered the council-chamber, the prior broke the seal and read as follows: —
