“They have. A handful remained.”
“Who led them?”
“Pan Novoveski.”
“Have the Pyotroviches gone to the Crimea?”
“Long ago. Only two women remained, and old Pan Novoveski with them.”
“Where is Krychinski?”
“On the other bank of the river; he is waiting.”
“Who is with him?”
“Adurovich with his company; both beat with the forehead to thy stirrup, O son of Tugai Bey, and give themselves under thy hand,—they, and all those who have not come yet.”
“’Tis well!” said Azya, with fire in his eyes. “Fly to Krychinski at once, and give the command to occupy Rashkoff.”