Some of the guests, hearing this, were alarmed; but Zagloba, when he saw the hetman in good humor, permitted himself everything, and Sapyeha had such a weakness for Zagloba that he not only was not angry, but he held his sides, and called those present to witness what he endured from that noble.
Then began a noisy and joyous banquet. Sapyeha drank to each guest separately, raised toasts to the king, the hetmans, the armies of both peoples (Poland and Lithuania), Pan Charnyetski, the whole Commonwealth. Pleasure increased, and with it noise and talk. From toasts it came to songs. The room was filled with steam from the heads of the guests, and the odor of mead and wines. From outside the windows came in no less of an uproar, and even the noise of steel. The servants had begun to fight with sabres. Some nobles rushed out to restore order, but they increased the confusion.
Suddenly there rose a shout so great that the banqueters in the hall became silent.
“What is that?” asked one of the colonels. “The grooms cannot make such an uproar as that.”
“Silence, gentlemen!” said the hetman, disturbed.
“Those are not ordinary shouts!”
All at once the windows shook from the thunder of cannon and discharges of musketry.
“A sortie!” cried Volodyovski; “the enemy is advancing!”
“To horse! To sabres!”
All sprang to their feet. There was a throng at the door; then a crowd of officers rushed to the yard, calling to their grooms for horses.