On hearing this, Mateush Bukoyemski, already excited by the narrative of Father Voynovski, bellowed out at one moment, the next he was accompanied by Marek, Lukash, and Yan till the servants rushed into the dining-hall and the dogs began to bark at the entrance. But Vilchopolski, who a moment later returned from his night review of haystacks, met now another humor of the brothers. Their hair was on end, their eyes were staring with rage, their right hands were grasping at their sabre hilts. "Blood!" shouted Lukash. "Give him hither, the son of a such a one!" "Kill him!" "On sabres with him!" And they moved toward the door as one man; but Pan Serafin sprang to the entrance and stopped them. "Halt!" cried he. "Martsian deserves not the sabre, but the headsman!" CHAPTER XVIII And he had to speak long in pacifying the angry brothers. He explained to them that were they to cut down Krepetski at once it would be the act not of nobles but assassins. "There is need first of all," said he, "to visit our neighbors, to come to an understanding with Father Tvorkovski, to have the support of the clergy and the nobles, to obtain the testimony of the servants at Belchantska, then to take the case before a tribunal, and only when the sentence is passed to stand behind it with weapons. If," continued he, "ye were to bear Martsian apart on your sabres immediately, his father would not fail to report in all places that ye did so through agreement with Panna Anulka; by this her reputation might suffer, and the old man would summon you, and, instead of going to the war, ye would have to drag around through tribunals, for, not being under the authority of the hetman as yet, ye would not escape a civil summons. That is how this matter stands at the moment." "How so?" inquired Yan, with sorrow; "then we are to let the wrong done this dove go unpunished?" "But do ye think," said the priest, "that life will be pleasant for Krepetski when infamy is hanging over him, or the axe of the headsman, and in addition when general contempt is surrounding him? That is a worse torment than a quick death would be, and I should not wish, for all the silver in Olkuts, to be in his skin at this moment." "But if he will wriggle out?" inquired Marek. "His father is an old trickster, who has won more than one lawsuit." "If he wriggles out, Yatsek on returning will whisper a word in his ear." "Ye do not know Yatsek yet! He has the eyes of a maiden, but it is safer to take her young cubs from a she-bear than to pain him unjustly." Hereupon Vilchopolski till then only listening spoke in gloomy accents,-- "Pan Krepetski has written his own sentence, whether he awaits the return of Pan Tachevski or not-- But there is another point; he will try, with armed hand, to get back the young lady, and then--" "Then we shall see!" interrupted Pan Serafin. "But let him only try! That is something quite different!"