“You!“ answered Voronchenko, roughly, “but Vishnyevetski was not there.“
Hmelnitski tore his hair. “I promised the Khan lodgings in the castle to-night!“ howled he, in despair.
To this Kulak replied: “What you promised the Khan concerns your head. Have a care lest it drop from your neck; but do not push us to the storm, do not destroy servants of God! Surround the Poles with trenches, put ramparts round your guns, or woe to you!“
“Woe to you!“ repeated gloomy voices.
“Woe to you!“ answered Hmelnitski.
And thus they conversed, terrible as thunders. At last Hmelnitski staggered, and threw himself on a bundle of sheepskins covered with carpet in the corner of the tent. The colonels stood around him with hanging heads, and silence lasted for a long time. At length the hetman looked up, an
