“The marshal does not expect that we shall fall on his shoulders!” repeated the king, frequently.
“What was the return of Xenophon to our journey among the clouds?” asked the nuncio.
“The higher we rise, the lower will Swedish fortune fall,” answered the king.
They arrived at Novy Targ. It seemed that all danger was passed; still the mountaineers declared that Swedish troops were moving about near Chorshtyn and in the neighborhood. The king supposed that they might be the marshal’s German cavalry, of which he had two regiments, or they might be his own dragoons sent in advance and mistaken for the enemy’s scouts. Since in Chorshtyn the bishop of Cracow had a garrison, opinions were divided in the royal party. Some wished to go by the road to Chorshtyn, and then pass along the boundary t
