“An angel, an angel is speaking!” cried monks and nobles, raising their hands toward heaven.
“Not an angel, but Sladkovski, at your service. This is nothing!—Listen on. The Khan, remembering the kindness of the brother of our rightful king, Yan Kazimir, to whom may God give many years! is marching with aid, and has already passed the boundary of the Commonwealth. The Cossacks who were opposed he has cut to pieces, and is moving on with a horde of a hundred thousand toward Lvoff, and Hmelnitski nolens volens is coming with him.”
“For God’s sake, for God’s sake!” repeated people, overcome as it were by happiness.
But Pan Sladkovski, sweating and waving his hand, with still more vigor cried,—
“That is nothing yet! Pan Stefan Charnyetski, with whom the Swedes violated faith, for they carri
