“Let him sleep. It is clear that he was wearied from talk with that stupid commandant, relationship with whom he confessed. It is evident that he wanted to capture him, but with no result. Whoso would not leave Radzivill for his country, will surely not leave him for a distant relative.”
“Are they really relatives?” asked Oskyerko.
“They? They are as much relatives as you and I,” answered Volodyovski. “When Zagloba spoke of their common escutcheon, I knew it was not true, for I know well that his is called wczele (in the forehead).”
“And where is Pan Kovalski?”
“He must be with the soldiers or in the inn.”
“I should like to ask him to let me sit on some soldier’s horse,” said Mirski, “for my bones are benumbed.”
“He will not grant that,” said Stankyevich; “for the night is dark, you could easily put spurs to the horse, and be off. Who could overtake?”
“I will give him my word of honor not to attempt escape; besides, dawn will begin directly.”
“Soldier, where is the commandant?” asked Volodyovski of a dragoon standing near.
“Who knows?”