After they had ridden through the market-square and the street of the castle, they saw on an eminence the lordly residence recently built by Prince Yanush,--not fortified, it is true, but surpassing in size not only palaces but castles. The great pile was on a height, and looked on the town lying, as it were, at its feet. From both sides of the main building extended at right angles two lower wings, which formed a gigantic courtyard, closed in front with an iron railing fastened with long links. In the middle of the railing towered a strong walled gate; on it the arms of the Radzivills and the arms of the town of Kyedani, representing an eagle's foot with a black wing on a golden field, and at the foot a horseshoe with three red crosses. In front of the gate were sentries and Scottish soldiers keeping guard for show, not for defence. The hour was early, but there was movement already in the yard; for before the main building a regiment of dragoons in blue jackets and Swedish helmets was exercising. Just then the long line of men was motionless, with drawn rapiers; an officer riding in front said something to the soldiers. Around the line and farther on near the walls, a number of attendants in various colors gazed at the dragoons, making remarks and giving opinions to one another. "As God is dear to me," said Pan Michael, "that is Kharlamp drilling the regiment!" "How!" cried Zagloba; "is he the same with whom you were going to fight a duel at Lipkovo?" "The very same; but since that time we have lived in close friendship." "'Tis he," said Zagloba; "I know him by his nose, which sticks out from under his helmet. It is well that visors have gone out of fashion, for that knight could not close any visor; he would need a special invention for his nose." That moment Pan Kharlamp, seeing Volodyovski, came to him at a trot. "How are you, Michael?" cried he. "It is well that you have come." "It is better that I meet you first. See, here is Pan Zagloba, whom you met in Lipkovo--no, before that in Syennitsy; and these are the Skshetuskis,--Yan, captain of the king's hussars, the hero of Zbaraj--" "I see, then, as God is true, the greatest knight in Poland!" cried Kharlamp. "With the forehead, with the forehead!" "And this is Stanislav Skshetuski, captain of Kalisk, who comes straight from Uistsie." "From Uistsie? So you saw a terrible disgrace. We know already what has happened." "It is just because such a thing happened that I have come, hoping that nothing like it will happen in this place." "You may be certain of that; Radzivill is not Opalinski." "We said the same at Upita yesterday." "I greet you, gentlemen, most joyfully in my own name and that of the prince. The prince will be glad to see such knights, for he needs them much. Come with me to the barracks, where my quarters are. You will need, of course, to change clothes and eat breakfast. I will go with you, for I have finished the drill."