CHAPTER XVI.When the warriors drew near each other, they reined in their horses and opened in mutual a***e.
“Come on! come on! We will feed the dogs with your carrion right away!“ cried the prince's soldiers.
“Your carrion is not fit even for dogs!“ answered the Cossacks.
“You will rot here on the dam, you infamous robbers!“
“For whom it is fated, that one will rot; but the fish will pick your bones soon.“
“To the dung-heaps with your forks, you trash! Dung-forks are fitter for you than sabres.“
“If we are trash, our sons will be nobles, for they will be born of your girls.“
Some Cossack, evidently from the Trans-Dnieper, pushed forward, and placing his palms around his mouth, cried with a loud voice: “The prince has two nieces; tell him to send them to Krívonos.“
It grew dim in Vo
