While the undaunted Basil and his friend Usakoff, with their soldiers, proceeded to wheel round a cannon of the outworks, a 32-pounder, for the purpose of blowing open the klinket of the inner barrier; and while Balgonie, a silent but excited and sick-hearted spectator of the whole affair, lingered close by, heedless whether the round-shot and grape, with which they were charging the gun, came his way, or not,--a window in the first story of the keep was dashed open, and while every torch and every eye were uplifted to the place, a terrible spectacle, which hushed all into momentary silence, was exhibited. It was the dead body of the young and handsome Ivan, suspended by the neck, at the end of a rope, stripped even of his night-dress, cold and white as the marble of Paros, and gashed with ten gaping wounds; for, as we are told in the newspapers of the period, "the unfortunate prince had struggled some time for his life, and even broke the Governor's sword in the conflict; but assistance was called for, and another bloody assassin (Vlasfief) appeared, who finished the horrid work." An exclamation of dismay and grief escaped Balgonie, on beholding this appalling spectacle; the weird and ghastly horror of which was enhanced by the uncertain light in which it was exhibited, and which imparted a wavering and almost life-like action to the corpse, as with its long hair floating, head and arms pendent, it swayed to and fro in the morning wind against the castle wall. "_Hospodi pomilui! Hospodi pomilui!_"* cried Basil Mierowitz, covering his face with his hands, and permitting the musket with which he had armed himself to fall to the ground with a clash, which, together with his most mournful exclamation, alone broke the silence. * Lord have mercy upon us! "'Behold,' said Bernikoff, in cruel triumph, while blasphemously using the words of Ezekiel--"'behold, I take away from thee the desire of thine eyes with a stroke!' Glory to God and to the Empress! This is your Emperor--now let him head your troops. Doubtless he will make a fine figure on the Imperial throne." "Oh! Bernikoff," exclaimed Basil, "you are like Judas, as we may see him at the Kazan church--one hand on the mouth denoting treachery, and the other on a bag of money." "Thou liest, Lieutenant! my fingers know more of the grip of steel than of gold," said the other furiously, as he hurled the hilt of his broken sabre at the speaker. "So--so--this has been your work and decision?" "Yes--how do you like it?" was the mocking reply. "Thou art a cruel judge; but remember the law of Peter the Great----" "Which makes the judge answerable for his decision?" "Yes." "Then shall I content me, traitor, and be answerable for my decision as well as for its execution. I have done my duty to the Czarina."