“Your own, from Dzbov. I have brought game for the benefactors.”
“And how did the Swedes let you come?”
“What Swedes?”
“Those who are besieging the church.”
“Oho, there are no Swedes now!”
“Praise God, every soul! Have they gone?”
“The tracks behind them are covered.”
With that, crowds of villagers and peasants blackened the road, some riding, others on foot, there were women too, and all began to cry from afar,—
“There are no Swedes! there are none! They have gone to Vyelunie. Open the gates! There is not a man in the camp!”
“The Swedes have gone, the Swedes have gone!” cried men on the walls; and the news ran around like lightning.