“Well, old Chehly, I take you too with your mistress. You will serve her till you die.”
“She won’t have long to wait for my death; but while I live I will serve her. God is one!”
“In a month or so, when I return from the Saitch, we will go to Lubni,” said the lieutenant, turning to Helena; “and there Mukhovetski is ready with his robes.”
Helena was startled. “Then you are going to the Saitch?”
“The prince sends me with letters. But have no fear; the person of an envoy is sacred, even among pagans. I should send you and the princess immediately to Lubni, but the roads are fearful. Even on horseback it is hard to get along.”
“Will you stay long in Rozlogi?”
“I leave this evening for Chigirin. The sooner I go the sooner I shall return. Besides, it is the prince’s service; neither my tim
