the walls, and that eminence which looked down and around upon the land; he blessed the cannon, the guns, smaller and greater, the balls, iron and lead, the vessels with powder, the planking at the cannon, the piles of harsh implements used to repel the assaults of the enemy; he blessed the armies lying at a distance; he blessed the north, the south, the east, and the west, as if to cover that whole region, that whole land, with the power of God.
It had struck two in the afternoon, the procession was still on the walls; but meanwhile on those edges, where the sky and the earth seemed to touch, a bluish haze was spread out, and just in that haze something began to shimmer, to move, — forms of some kind were creeping. At first dim, unfolding gradually, these forms became every moment more distinct. A cry was heard suddenly at the end of the procession, —
"The Swedes are coming ; the Swedes are coming!" Then silence fell, as if hearts and tongues had grown numb; bells only continued to sound. But in the stillness the voice of the prior thundered, far reaching though calm, —
"Brothers, let us rejoice! the hour of victories and miracles is drawing near!"
And a moment later he exclaimed: "Under Thy protection we take refuge. Our Mother, Our Lady, Our Queen!"
Meanwhile the Swedish cloud had changed into an immeasurable serpent, which was crawling forward ever nearer. Its terrible curves were visible. It twisted, uncoiled; at one time it glittered under the light with its gleaming steel scales, at another it grew dark, crawled, crawled on, emerged from the distance.
Soon eyes looking from the walls could distinguish everything in detail. In advance came the cavalry, after it infantry in quadrangles ; each regiment formed a long rectangular body, over wHich rose a smaller one formed of erect spears; farther on, behind, after the infantry, came cannon with jaws turned rearward and inclined to the earth.
Their slowly moving barrels, black or yellowish, shone with evil omen in the sun ; behind them clattered over the uneven road the powder-boxes and the endless row of wagons with tents and every manner of military appliance.
Dreadful but beautiful was that advance of a regular army, which moved before the eyes of the people on Yasna
