CHAPTER XVIII.
When they had left the king’s chamber the two knights walked on in silence. Volodyovski did not wish to speak; Kmita was unable to utter a word, for pain and rage were gnawing him. They broke through the crowds of people who had collected in great numbers on the streets in consequence of tidings that the first detachment of the Tartars promised by the Khan had arrived, and was to enter the city to be presented to the king. The little knight led on; Kmita hastened after him like one beside himself, with his cap pulled over his eyes and stumbling against men on the way.
When they had come to a more spacious place Pan Michael seized Kmita by the wrist and said,—
“Control yourself! Despair will do nothing.”
“I am not in despair,” answered Kmita, “but I want his blood.”
“You may be sure to find him among the enemies of the country.”
“So much the better,” answered Kmita, feverishly; “but even should I find him in a church—”
“In God’s name, do not commit sacrilege!” interrupted the little colonel, quickly.
“That traitor will bring me to sin.”
They were silent for a time. Then Kmita asked, “Where is he now?”