“My lord, it is we! you know us, and the lord count will thank you.” “Admit them, a hundred fiends, and mother of fiends! Admit no one else. And no one is to draw his sword, nor quarrel.” The conclusion of this order the visitors did not hear. “It is we, it is I, it is your friends!” Yankel said to every one they met. “Well, can it be managed now?” he inquired of one of the guards, when they at length reached the end of the corridor. “It is possible, but I don’t know whether you will be able to gain admission to the prison itself. Yana is not here now; another man is keeping watch in his place,” replied the guard. “Ai, ai!” cried the Jew softly: “this is bad, my dear lord!” “Go on!” said Taras, firmly, and the Jew obeyed. At the arched entrance of the vaults stood a heyduke, with a moustache trimmed in three layers: the upper layer was trained backwards, the second straight forward, and the third downwards, which made him greatly resemble a cat. The Jew shrank into nothing and approached him almost sideways: “Your high excellency! High and illustrious lord!” “Are you speaking to me, Jew?” “To you, illustrious lord.” “Hm, but I am merely a heyduke,” said the merry-eyed man with the triple-tiered moustache. “And I thought it was the Waiwode himself, by heavens! Ai, ai, ai!” Thereupon the Jew twisted his head about and spread out his fingers. “Ai, what a fine figure! Another finger’s-breadth and he would be a colonel. The lord no doubt rides a horse as fleet as the wind and commands the troops!” The heyduke twirled the lower tier of his moustache, and his eyes beamed. “What a warlike people!” continued the Jew. “Ah, woe is me, what a fine race! Golden cords and trappings that shine like the sun; and the maidens, wherever they see warriors--Ai, ai!” Again the Jew wagged his head. The heyduke twirled his upper moustache and uttered a sound somewhat resembling the neighing of a horse. “I pray my lord to do us a service!” exclaimed the Jew: “this prince has come hither from a foreign land, and wants to get a look at the Cossacks. He never, in all his life, has seen what sort of people the Cossacks are.” The advent of foreign counts and barons was common enough in Poland: they were often drawn thither by curiosity to view this half-Asiatic corner of Europe. They regarded Moscow and the Ukraine as situated in Asia. So the heyduke bowed low, and thought fit to add a few words of his own. “I do not know, your excellency,” said he, “why you should desire to see them. They are dogs, not men; and their faith is such as no one respects.” “You lie, you son of Satan!” exclaimed Bulba. “You are a dog yourself! How dare you say that our faith is not respected? It is your heretical faith which is not respected.” “Oho!” said the heyduke. “I can guess who you are, my friend; you are one of the breed of those under my charge. So just wait while I summon our men.”