The prince shuddered, but immediately covered himself with the cross, on the side from which the voice came, and said: “Oh, lost soul, crying from the abyss, woe to thee!“
“Lord, have mercy upon us!“ repeated the Cossacks.
“To me!“ said Bogun to the Cossacks that moment, and he staggered.
The Cossacks sprang and supported him under the shoulders.
“You are wounded, father?“
“I am! But that is nothing; I have lost blood. Here, boys! guard this young woman as the eyes in your head. Surround the house; let no one out! Princess--“
He could say no more; his lips grew white, and his eyes were covered with a mist.
“Bear the ataman to the rooms!“ cried Zagloba, who creeping out of some corner or another appeared unexpectedly at Bogun's side. “This is nothing, nothing at all,“ said he, feelin
