“Perhaps you will go there,” said Pan Michael; “but first you must defeat Boguslav, for as a result of that treason of the elector is he furnished with men and permitted to go to Podlyasye.” “Then we shall meet, as to-day is to-day; as God is in heaven, so shall we meet,” cried Kmita, with flashing eyes. “If you had brought me the appointment of voevoda of Vilna, it would not have given me more pleasure.” “The king too cried at once: ‘There is an expedition ready for Yendrek, from which the soul will rejoice in him.’ He wanted to send his servant after you, but I said I will go myself, I will take farewell of him once more.” Kmita bent on his horse, and seized the little knight in his embrace. “A brother would not have done for me what you have done! God grant me to thank you in some way.” “Tfu! Did not I want to shoot you?” “I deserved nothing better. Never mind! May I be slain in the first battle if in all knighthood I love a man more than I love you.” Then they began to embrace again at parting, and Volodyovski said,— “Be careful with Boguslav, be careful, for it is no easy matter with him.” “For one of us death is written. Ei! if you who are a genius at the sabre could discover your secrets to me. But there is no time. As it is, may the angels help me; and I will see his blood, or my eyes will close forever on the light of day.” “God aid you! A lucky journey, and give angelica to those traitors of Prussians!” said Volodyovski. “Be sure on that point. The disgusting Lutherans!” Here Volodyovski nodded to Jendzian, who during this time was talking to Akbah Ulan, explaining the former successes of Kmita over Hovanski. And both rode back to Lvoff. Then Kmita turned his chambul on the spot, as a driver turns his wagon, and went straight toward the north. CHAPTER XX. Though the Tartars, and especially those of the Dobrudja, knew how to stand breast to breast against armed men in the field, their most cherished warfare was the slaughter of defenceless people, the seizing of women and peasants captive, and above all, plunder. The road was very bitter therefore to that chambul which Kmita led, for under his iron hand these wild warriors had to become lambs, keep their knives in the sheaths, and the quenched tinder and coiled ropes in their saddle-bags. They murmured at first.