Having among the Tartars importance by reason of the expected ransom, I
tried to bring some relief to other captives. Sometimes I succeeded in
giving part of my food to the hungriest; sometimes I helped them in
their labor. I carried water to the thirsty, not making it a discredit
to myself; for if the Lord Jesus made common people inferior in birth
and blood, He promised them a crown in heaven, and thereby made them our
younger brothers, to whom protection and defence is due from the
knightly order.
On their part, these captives kissed my hands with humility; and though
I told them that I was only a captive like them, and that the hour might
come in which they would see me in greater suffering and debasement than
they were in at that time, they would not believe this, and said,--
"For God's sake! that will not be."
But I knew that that would be when Sukyman grew tired of waiting in vain
for the ransom; and I prepared for the worst that could happen to the
body, since the soul, having lost happiness, was in pain and torture
already.
In fact, Sukyman came one day to me, and said:
"Thou doest ill to repay my favor with ingratitude. I treat thee like a
guest, and thou art living in stubbornness; see then lest I bend thee
under my knee."
Here he declared his plans at once, and asked me to write to the
Commonwealth for a thousand gold ducats, for which I should receive
freedom. I could not do this: first, because I had only three hundred,
and but little interest had accrued; second, I feared that Pan
Tvoryanski might, through his great liberality, pay for me out of his
own purse, which was opposed to my ambition. But when the Lord sent
terror into my bones in view of Sukyman's anger, I said, so as to put
off the time of torment, that I must be obedient to his will. I gave him
a letter; but it was to a priest, an acquaintance whom I had near
Kamenets. Describing my captivity, I begged him to implore aid for me,
which could come from God only.
Delighted in his greed, Sukyman sent that letter by Tartars going to the
fair at Suchava, to which place attendants are sent by our magnates for
sweetmeats.
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