“And was nothing to happen to me?”
“I had the order to cut your bonds; but if you tried to defend Soroka we were to bring you for punishment to the prince.”
“Then he was willing to sacrifice Sakovich,” muttered Kmita.
Meanwhile Prince Boguslav in Yanov, wearied with the fever and the toil of the day, had gone to sleep. He was roused from slumber by an uproar in front of his quarters and a knocking at the door.
“Your highness, your highness!” cried a number of voices.
“He is asleep, do not rouse him!” answered the pages.
But the prince sat up in bed and cried,—
“A light!”
They brought in a light, and at the same time the officer on duty entered.
“Your highness,” said he, “Sapyeha’s envoy has brought Glovbich’s squadron to mutiny and taken it to the hetman.”