“So in truth he will not give up Zamost,” said Zagloba, returning to his quarters with Pan Yan and Volodyovski. “Have you seen how we have fallen in love with each other? It will be pleasant here in Zamost for me and you. The host and I have become so attached to each other that no cabinet-maker could join inlaid work better. He is a good fellow—h’m! If he were my knife and I carried him at my belt, I would whet him on a stone pretty often, for he is a trifle dull. But he is a good man, and he will not betray like those bull-drivers of Birji. Have you noticed how the magnates cling to old Zagloba? I cannot keep them off. I’m scarcely away from Sapyeha when there is another at hand. But I will tune this one as a bass-viol, and play such an aria on him for the Swedes that they will dance to death at Zamost. I will wind him up like a Dantzig clock with chimes.” Noise coming from the town interrupted further conversation. After a time an officer whom they knew passed quickly near them. “Stop!” cried Volodyovski; “what is the matter?” “There is a fire to be seen from the walls. Shchebjeshyn is burning! The Swedes are there!” “Let us go on the walls,” said Pan Yan. “Go; but I will sleep, since I need my strength for to-morrow,” answered Zagloba. CHAPTER XXIX. That night Volodyovski went on a scouting expedition, and about morning returned with a number of informants. These men asserted that the King of Sweden was at Shchebjeshyn in person, and would soon be at Zamost. Zamoyski was rejoiced at the news, for he hurried around greatly, and had a genuine desire to try his walls and guns on the Swedes. He considered, and very justly, that even if he had to yield in the end he would detain the power of Sweden for whole months; and during that time Yan Kazimir would collect troops, bring the entire Tartar force to his aid, and organize in the whole country a powerful and victorious resistance. “Since the opportunity is given me,” said he, with great spirit, at the military council, “to render the country and the king notable service, I declare to you, gentlemen, that I will blow myself into the air before a Swedish foot shall stand here. They want to take Zamoyski by force. Let them take him! We shall see who is better. You, gentlemen, will, I trust, aid me most heartily.” “We are ready to perish with your grace,” said the officers, in chorus. “If they will only besiege us,” said Zagloba, “I will lead the first sortie.” “I will follow, Uncle!” cried Roh Kovalski; “I will spring at the king himself!” “Now to the walls!” commanded Zamoyski.