“I crept through,” said Pan Yan.
“God grant me as many such officers as possible! I envy Pan Charnyetski nothing so much; as to the rest, I know that even my small services will not perish from the memory of men.”
“And I am Zagloba,” said the old knight, pushing himself forward.
Here he passed his eye around the assembly; and the marshal, as he wished to attract every one to himself, exclaimed,—
“Who does not know of the man who slew Burlai, the leader of the barbarians; of the man who raised Radzivill’s army in rebellion—”
“And I led Sapyeha’s army, who, if the truth is told, chose me, not him for leader,” added Zagloba.
“And why did you wish, being able to have such a high office, to leave it and serve under Pan Charnyetski?”
Here Zagloba’s eye gleamed at Skshetuski, and he said: “Serene great mighty marshal, from your worthiness I as well as the whole country take example how to resign ambition and self-interest for the good of the Commonwealth.”
Lyubomirski blushed from satisfaction, and Zagloba, putting his hands on his hips, continued,—
“Pan Charnyetski has sent us to bow to your worthiness in his name and that of the whole army, and at the same time to inform you of the considerable victory which God has permitted us to gain over Kanneberg.”