The Deluge: An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. Vol. 1Sienkiewicz, Henryk
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The Deluge: An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. Vol. 1
Sienkiewicz, Henryk
Historical fiction; Poland -- History -- John II Casimir, 1648-1668 -- Fiction
"I will tell you the substance of it," said Zagloba. "When in Upita the
soldiers sent to the pasture for their horses, there was a little time.
I gave command to bring to me by the locks a Jew whom every one said
was dreadfully wise, and he, with a sabre at his throat, read quickly
all that was in the letter and shelled it out to me. Behold the hetman
enjoined on the commandant at Birji, and for the good of the King of
Sweden directed him, after the convoy had been sent back, to shoot
every one of us, without sparing a man, but so to do it that no report
might go abroad."
All the colonels began to clap their hands, except Mirski, who, shaking
his head, said,--
"It was for me who knew him marvellous, and not find a place in my
head, that he would let us out of Kyedani. There must surely be reasons
to us unknown, for which he could not put us to death himself."
"Doubtless for him it was a question of public opinion."
"Maybe."
"It is wonderful how venomous he is," said the little knight; "for
without mentioning services, I and Ganhof saved his life not so long
ago."
"And I," said Stankyevich, "served under his father and under him
thirty-five years."
"He is a terrible man!" added Pan Stanislav.
"It is better not to crawl into the hands of such a one," said Zagloba.
"Let the devils take him! We will avoid fighting with him, but we will
pluck bare these estates of his that lie on our way."
"Let us go to the voevoda of Vityebsk, so as to have some defence, some
leader; and on the road we will take what can be had from the larders,
stables, granaries, and cellars. My soul laughs at the thought, and it
is sure that I will let no one surpass me in this work. What money we
can take from land-bailiffs we will take. The more noisily and openly
we go to the voevoda of Vityebsk, the more gladly will he receive us."
"He will receive us gladly as we are," said Oskyerko. "But it is good
advice to go to him, and better can no one think out at present."
"Will all agree to that?" asked Stankyevich.
"As true as life!" said Pan Mirski. "So then to the voevoda of
Vityebsk! Let him be that leader for whom we prayed to God."
"Amen!" said the others.
They rode some time in silence, till at last Pan Michael began to be
uneasy in the saddle. "But could we not pluck the Swedes somewhere on
the road?" asked he at last, turning his eyes to his comrades.
"My advice is: if a chance comes, why not?" answered Stankyevich.
"Doubtless Radzivill assured the Swedes that he had all Lithuania in
his hands, and that all were deserting Yan Kazimir willingly; let it be
shown that this is not true."
"And properly!" said Mirski. "If some detachment crawls into our way,
we will ride over it. I will say also: Attack not the prince himself,
for we could not stand before him, he is a great warrior! But, avoiding
battles, it is worth while to move about Kyedani a couple of days."
"To plunder Radzivill's property?" asked Zagloba.
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