“Besieged by Pan Sapyeha.”
“Just are Thy judgments, God!” said Kmita. “He who might compare in power with kings! Has no one remained with him?”
“In Tykotsin there is a Swedish garrison. But with the prince only some of his trustiest attendants have remained.”
Kmita’s breast was filled with delight. He had feared the vengeance of the terrible magnate on Olenka, and though it seemed to him that he had prevented that vengeance with his threats, still he was tormented by the thought that it would be better and safer for Olenka and all the Billeviches to live in a lion’s den than in Kyedani, under the hand of the prince, who never forgave any man. But now when he had fallen his opponents must triumph by the event; now when he was deprived of power and significance, when he was lord of only o
