"The truth is that not many will be found to contradict him," answered Zagloba; "and the best proof of your folly is that you wonder at being hung on a hook by me who moved the Khan of the Crimea as a puppet. Well, did you think to yourself, worthless fellow, that I would let you take me and other men of importance to Birji, and throw us, the ornaments of the Commonwealth, into the jaws of the Swedes?" "I was not taking you of my own will." "But you were the servant of an executioner, and that for a noble is infamy from which you must purify yourself, or I will renounce you and all the Kovalskis. To be a traitor is worse than to be a crabmonger, but to be the servant of some one worse than a crabmonger is the lowest thing." "I was serving the hetman." "And the hetman the devil. There you have it! You are a fool, Roh: get that into your head once and forever, dispute not, but hold to my skirts, and a man will come of you yet; for know this, that advancement has met more than one personage through me." The rattle of shots interrupted further conversation, for the battle was just beginning in the village. Then the discharges stopped, but the noise continued, and shouts reached that retreat in the birch-grove. "Ah, Pan Michael is working," said Zagloba. "He is not big, but he bites like a viper. They are shelling out those devils from over the sea like peas. I would rather be there than here, and through you I must listen here. Is this your gratitude? Is this the act of a respectable relative?" "What have I to be grateful for?" asked Roh. "For this, that a traitor is not ploughing with you, as with an ox,--though you are grandly fitted for ploughing, since you are stupid and strong. Understand me? Ai! it is getting hotter and hotter there. Do you hear? That must be the Swedes who are bawling like calves in a pasture." Here Zagloba became serious, for he was a little disturbed; on a sudden he asked, looking quickly into Pan Roh's eyes,-- "To whom do you wish victory?" "To ours, of course." "See that! And why not to the Swedes?" "I would rather pound them. Who are ours, are ours!" "Conscience is waking up in you. But how could you take your own blood to the Swedes?" "For I had an order." "But now you have no order?" "True." "Your superior is now Pan Volodyovski, no one else." "Well, that seems to be true." "You must do what Pan Volodyovski commands." "I must." "He commands you now to renounce Radzivill for the future, and not to serve him, but the country." "How is that?" asked Pan Roh, scratching his head. "A command!" cried Zagloba. "I obey!" said Kovalski. "That is right! At the first chance you will thrash the Swedes." "If it is the order, it is the order!" answered Kovalski, and breathed deeply, as if a great burden had fallen from his breast.