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
So spoke the primate; and misfortune with the experience of recent
times had changed his hearers in such a degree that no man protested,
for all saw clearly that either the power of the king must be
strengthened, or the Commonwealth must perish without fail. They began
therefore to consider in various ways how to bring the counsels of the
primate into practice. The king and queen listened to them eagerly and
with joy, especially the queen, who had labored long and earnestly at
the introduction of order into the Commonwealth.
The king returned then to Glogov glad and satisfied, and summoning a
number of confidential officers, among whom was Kmita, he said,—
“I am impatient, my stay in this country is burning me, I could wish to
start even to-morrow; therefore I have called you, as men of arms and
experience, to provide ready methods. It is a pity that we should lose
time, when our presence may hasten considerably a general war.”
“In truth,” said Lugovski, “if such is the will of your Royal Grace,
why delay? The sooner the better.”
“While the affair is not noised about and the enemy do not double their
watchfulness,” added Colonel Wolf.
“The enemy are already on their guard, and have taken possession of the
roads so far as they are able,” said Kmita.
“How is that?” asked the king.
“Gracious Lord, your intended return is no news for the Swedes. Almost
every day a report travels over the whole Commonwealth, that your Royal
Grace is already on the road, or even now in your realms, _inter
regna_. Therefore it is necessary to observe the greatest care, and to
hurry by through narrow places stealthily, for Douglas’s scouts are
waiting on the roads.”
“The best carefulness,” said Tyzenhauz, looking at Kmita, “is three
hundred faithful sabres; and if my gracious lord gives me command over
them, I will conduct him in safety, even over the breasts of Douglas’s
scouts.”
“You will conduct if there are just three hundred, but suppose that you
meet six hundred or a thousand, or come upon a superior force waiting
in ambush, what then?”
“I said three hundred,” answered Tyzenhauz, “for three hundred were
mentioned. If however that is too small a party, we can provide five
hundred and even more.”
“God save us from that. The larger the party, the more noise will it
make,” said Kmita.
“I think that the marshal of the kingdom will come out to meet us with
his squadrons,” put in the king.
“The marshal will not come out,” answered Kmita, “for he will not know
the day and the hour, and even if he did know some delay might happen
on the road, as is usual; it is difficult to foresee everything.”
“A soldier says that, a genuine soldier!” said the king. “It is clear
that you are not a stranger to war.”
Kmita laughed, for he remembered his attacks on Hovanski. Who was more
skilled than he in such actions? To whom could the escort of the king
be entrusted with more judgment?
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