“Off there! The towers are visible.”
“A respectable sort of place,” said Pan Stanislav.
“Very considerable,” answered Volodyovski; “and of this you will be able to convince yourselves better in the daytime.”
“But is this the inheritance of the prince?”
“Yes. Formerly it belonged to the Kishkis, from whom the father of the present prince received it as dowry with Panna Anna Kishki, daughter of the voevoda of Vityebsk. In all Jmud there is not such a well-ordered place, for the Radzivills do not admit Jews, save by permission to each one. The meads here are celebrated.”
Zagloba opened his eyes.
“But do people of some politeness live here? What is that immensely great building on the eminence?”
“That is the castle just built during the rule of Yanush.”
“Is it fortified?”
“No, but it is a lordly residence. It is not fortified, for no enemy has ever entered these regions since the time of the Knights of the Cross. That pointed steeple in the middle of the town belongs to the parish church built by the Knights of the Cross in pagan times; later it was given to the Calvinists, but the priest Kobylinski won it back for the Catholics through a lawsuit with Prince Krishtof.”