The sun was just setting,--lighting with enormous glitter, dazzling the eyes, the Notets, and the pine-woods beyond,--when on the other side of the river was seen first a cloud of dust, and then men moving in the cloud. All that was living went out on the ramparts to see what manner of guests these were. At that moment a dragoon of the guards rushed in from the squadron of Pan Grudzinski with intelligence that the horsemen were returning.
«The horsemen are returning with success! The Swedes have not eaten them!» was repeated from mouth to mouth.
Meanwhile they in bright rolls of dust approached nearer and nearer, coming slowly; then they crossed the Notets.
The nobles with their hands over their eyes gazed at them; for the glitter became each moment greater, and the whole air was filled
