“Who are you?“ asked the prince, fixing his calm glance upon him.
“I am the sotnik Sokol,--from the hetman.“
“And why have you come?“
The sotnik began to make bows as low as the stirrups of the prince. “Pardon me, lord! I tell what has been commanded me. I am to blame in nothing.“
“Speak boldly!“
“The hetman commanded me to inform you that he has come as a guest to Zbaraj, and will visit you in the castle tomorrow.“
“Tell him that not tomorrow, but today I give a feast in the castle,“ answered the prince.
In fact an hour later the mortars were thundering salutes, joyous shouts were raised; all the windows of the castle shone with a thousand gleaming lights.
The Khan, hearing the salutes of the cannon and the sound of trumpets and drums, went out in front of the tent in company with
