“He must have had orders from Radzivill,” said Zagloba.
“Gentlemen,” said Billevich, “you bring the vengeance of Radzivill on my head.”
“You must flee. We are going to Podlyasye, for there the squadrons have risen against traitors; go with us. There is no other help. You can take refuge in Byalovyej, where a relative of Pan Skshetuski is the king’s hunter. There no one will find you.”
“But my property will be lost.”
“The Commonwealth will restore it to you.”
“Pan Michael,” said Zagloba, suddenly, “I will gallop off and see if there are not some orders of the hetman on that unfortunate man. You remember what I found on Roh Kovalski.”
“Mount a horse. There is time yet; later the papers will be bloody. I ordered them to take him beyond the village, so that the lady might not be alarmed at the rattle of muskets, for women are sensitive and given to fright.”
Zagloba went out, and after a while the tramp of the horse on which he rode away was heard. Volodyovski turned to the host.
“What is the lady doing?”
“Beyond doubt she is praying for that soul which must go before God.”