The Deluge: An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. Vol. 2Sienkiewicz, Henryk
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The Deluge: An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. Vol. 2
Sienkiewicz, Henryk
Historical fiction; Poland -- History -- John II Casimir, 1648-1668 -- Fiction
THE DELUGE.
Vol. II.
THE DELUGE.
An Historical Novel
OF
POLAND, SWEDEN, AND RUSSIA.
A SEQUEL TO
“WITH FIRE AND SWORD.”
BY
HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ.
_AUTHORIZED AND UNABRIDGED TRANSLATION FROM
THE POLISH BY_
JEREMIAH CURTIN.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
Vol. II.
BOSTON:
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1915.
_Copyright, 1891_, by Jeremiah Curtin.
Printers
S. J. Parkhill & Co., Boston, U.S.A.
THE DELUGE
CHAPTER I.
The war with cannon was no bar to negotiations, which the fathers
determined to use at every opportunity. They wished to delude the enemy
and procrastinate till aid came, or at least severe winter. But Miller
did not cease to believe that the monks wished merely to extort the
best terms.
In the evening, therefore, after that cannonading, he sent Colonel
Kuklinovski again with a summons to surrender. The prior showed
Kuklinovski the safeguard of the king, which closed his mouth at once.
But Miller had a later command of the king to occupy Boleslav,
Vyelunie, Kjepits, and Chenstohova.
“Take this order to them,” said he to Kuklinovski; “for I think that
they will lack means of evasion when it is shown them.” But he was
deceived.
The prior answered: “If the command includes Chenstohova, let the
general occupy the place with good fortune. He may be sure that the
cloister will make no opposition; but Chenstohova is not Yasna Gora, of
which no mention is made in the order.”
When Miller heard this answer he saw that he had to deal with diplomats
more adroit than himself; reasons were just what he lacked,—and there
remained only cannon.
A truce lasted through the night. The Swedes worked with vigor at
making better trenches; and on Yasna Gora they looked for the damages
of the previous day, and saw with astonishment that there were none.
Here and there roofs and rafters were broken, here and there plaster
had dropped from the walls,—that was all. Of the men, none had fallen,
no one was even maimed. The prior, going around on the walls, said with
a smile to the soldiers,—
“But see, this enemy with his bombarding is not so terrible as
reported. After a festival there is often more harm done. God’s care is
guarding you; God’s hand protects you; only let us endure, and we shall
see greater wonders.”
Sunday came, the festival of the offering of the Holy Lady. There was
no hindrance to services, since Miller was waiting for the final
answer, which the monks had promised to send after midday.
Mindful meanwhile of the words of Scripture, how Israel bore the ark of
God around the camp to terrify the Philistines, they went again in
procession with the monstrance.
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