“True, as God is dear to me!” added Kharlamp. “But it came from this, that the prince hetman chose that time to announce his intrigues with the enemy of the country.”
“Well,” said Zagloba, “at least we have nothing to fear from the honest Sapyeha. If he will ever be a traitor, I am of as much value as my boot-heel.”
“There is nothing to be said on that point. He is as honest as bread without a raw spot,” put in Pan Michael.
“And what he neglects in the evening he repairs in the day-time,” added Kharlamp.
“Then we will go,” said Zagloba, “for to tell the truth I feel a void in my stomach.”
They went out, mounted their horses, and rode off; for Sapyeha was on the other side of the city and rather far away. When they arrived at the hetman’s quarters they found in the yard a multitude of
