The arrival of these reinforcements had evidently disturbed the besieged, for straightway a voice behind the door called loudly: "Stop there! do not hew! listen! Stop, a hundred devils take you! let us talk." Volodyovski gave orders to stop the work and asked; "Who is speaking?" "The banneret of Orsha, Kmita; and with whom am I speaking?" "Col. Michael Volodyovski." "With the forehead!" answered the voice from behind the door. "There is no time for greetings. What is your wish?" "It would be more proper for me to ask what you want. You do not know me, nor I you; why attack me?" "Traitor!" cried Volodyovski. "With me are the men of Lauda who have returned from the war, and they have accounts with you for robbery, for blood shed without cause and for the lady whom you have carried away. But do you know what _raptus puellæ_ means? You must yield your life." A moment of silence followed. "You would not call me traitor a second time," said Kmita, "were it not for the door between us." "Open it, then! I do not hinder." "More than one dog from Lauda will cover himself with his legs before it is open. You will not take me alive." "Then we will drag you out dead, by the hair. All one to us!" "Listen with care, note what I tell you! If you do not let us go, I have a barrel of powder here, and the match is burning already. I'll blow up the house and all who are in it with myself, so help me God! Come now and take me!" This time a still longer silence followed. Volodyovski sought an answer in vain. The nobles began to look at one another in fear. There was so much wild energy in the words of Kmita that all believed his threat. The whole victory might be turned into dust by one spark, and Panna Billevich lost forever. "For God's sake!" muttered one of the Butryms, "he is a madman. He is ready to do what he says." Suddenly a happy thought came to Volodyovski, as it seemed to him. "There is another way!" cried he. "Meet me, traitor, with a sabre. If you put me down, you will go away in freedom." For a time there was no answer. The hearts of the Lauda men beat unquietly. "With a sabre?" asked Kmita, at length. "Can that be?" "If you are not afraid, it will be." "The word of a cavalier that I shall go away in freedom?" "The word--" "Impossible!" cried a number of voices among the Butryms. "Quiet, a hundred devils!" roared Volodyovski; "if not, then let him blow you up with himself." The Butryms were silent; after a while one of them said, "Let it be as you wish." "Well, what is the matter there?" asked Kmita, derisively. "Do the gray coats agree?" "Yes, and they will take oath on their swords, if you wish." "Let them take oath." "Come together, gentlemen, come together!" cried Volodyovski to the nobles who were standing under the walls and surrounding the whole house.