“You can, your highness.”
“You came with a safe-conduct, it is true. I understand now why Pan Sapyeha asked for it. But you have attempted my life. Sakovich is detained there; but Sapyeha has no right to Sakovich, while I have a right to you, cousin.”
“I have come with a prayer to your highness.”
“I beg you to mention it. You can calculate that for you everything will be done. What is the prayer?”
“You have here a captive soldier, one of those men who aided me in carrying you off. I gave orders, he acted as a blind instrument. Be pleased to set that man at liberty.”
Boguslav thought awhile.
“I am thinking,” said he, “which is greater,—your daring as a soldier, or your insolence as a petitioner.”
“I do not ask this man from you for nothing.”
“And what will you give me for him?”
“Myself.”