“Tfu! Did not I want to shoot you?”
“I deserved nothing better. Never mind! May I be slain in the first battle if in all knighthood I love a man more than I love you.”
Then they began to embrace again at parting, and Volodyovski said,—
“Be careful with Boguslav, be careful, for it is no easy matter with him.”
“For one of us death is written. Ei! if you who are a genius at the sabre could discover your secrets to me. But there is no time. As it is, may the angels help me; and I will see his blood, or my eyes will close forever on the light of day.”
“God aid you! A lucky journey, and give angelica to those traitors of Prussians!” said Volodyovski.
“Be sure on that point. The disgusting Lutherans!”
Here Volodyovski nodded to Jendzian, who during this time was talking to Akbah Ulan, explaining the former successes of Kmita over Hovanski. And both rode back to Lvoff.
Then Kmita turned his chambul on the spot, as a driver turns his wagon, and went straight toward the north.