Consolation and hope had entered their hearts; the monks, beating their breasts, went to the church, and the soldiers mounted the walls.
Women scattered grain to the birds, which began to pick it up eagerly.
All interpreted the visit of these tiny forest-dwellers as a sign of success to themselves, and of evil to the enemy.
“Fierce snows must be lying, when these little birds, caring neither for shots nor the thunder of cannon, flock to our buildings,” said the soldiers.
“But why do they fly from the Swedes to us?”
“Because the meanest creature has the wit to distinguish an enemy from a friend.”
“That cannot be,” said another soldier, “for in the Swedish camp are Poles too; but it means that there must be hunger there, and a lack of oats for the horses.”
“It means still better,” said a third, “that what they say of the powder is downright falsehood.”
“How is that?” asked all, in one voice.
“Old people say,” replied the soldier, “that if a house is to fall, the sparrows and swallows having nests in spring under the roof, go away two or three days in advance; every creature has sense to feel danger beforehand. Now if powder were under the cloister, these little birds would not fly to us.”