“Destruction to the Swedes, may they not skin our bread very long!” said Zagloba. “Let them devour their pine cones in Sweden.”
“To the health of his Royal Grace and the Queen!” said Pan Yan.
“And to loyal men!” said Volodyovski.
“Then to our own healths!”
“To the health of Uncle!” thundered Kovalski.
“God reward! Into your hands! and empty though your lips to the bottom. Zagloba is not yet entirely old! Worthy gentlemen! may we smoke this badger out of his hole with all haste, and move then to Chenstohova.”
“To Chenstohova!” shouted Kovalski. “To the rescue of the Most Holy Lady.”
“To Chenstohova!” cried all.
“To defend the treasures of Yasna Gora from the Pagans!” added Jendzian.
“Who pretend that they believe in the Lord Jesus, wishing to hide their wickedness; but in fact they only howl at the moon like dogs, and in this is all their religion.”