But Kmita in going might render him notable services; in Kyedani he had long since grown irksome to the hetman, who was surer of him at a distance than near at hand. The wild courage and temper of Kmita might at any instant bring an outburst in Kyedani and a rupture very dangerous for both. The departure put danger aside.
“Go, incarnate devil, and serve!” muttered the prince, looking at the door through which the banneret of Orsha had passed. Then he called a page and summoned Ganhoff.
“You will take Kmita’s squadron,” said the prince to him, “and command over all the cavalry. Kmita is going on a journey.”
Over the cold face of Ganhoff there passed as it were a ray of joy. The mission had missed him, but a higher military office had come. He bowed in silence, and said,—
“I will pay for the favor of your highness with faithful service.” Then he stood erect and waited.
“And what will you say further?” asked the prince.
“Your highness, a noble from Vilkomir came this morning with news that Pan Sapyeha is marching with troops against your highness.”
Radzivill quivered, but in the twinkle of an eye he mastered his expression.
“You may go,” said he to Ganhoff.
Then he fell into deep thought.