The Lithuanians, who had whispered previously among themselves that perhaps reprimands would meet Pan Sapyeha because he had let Karl Gustav escape from near Sandomir and for the recent carelessness at Warsaw, or at least a cool reception, seeing this heartiness of the king, raised in honor of the kindly monarch a tremendous heaven-echoing shout. The armies of the kingdom answered it immediately with one thunder-roll, and for some time above the noise of the music, the rattle of drums, the roar of musketry, were heard only these shouts,—
“Vivat Yoannes Casimirus!”
“Long life to the armies of the crown!”
“Long life to the Lithuanians!”
So they greeted one another at Warsaw. The walls trembled, and behind the walls the Swedes.
“I shall bellow, as God is dear to me!” cried Zagloba, with
