The Kazanovski Palace, the cloister, and the bell-tower are captured.
Pyotr Opalinski himself, the voevoda of Podlyasye, appeared in the blood-stained throng before the palace on his horse.
“Who came to our aid from the palace?” cried he, wishing to outcry the sound and the roar of men.
“He who captured the palace!” said a powerful man, appearing before the voevoda,—“I!”
“What is your name?”
“Zagloba.”
“Vivat Zagloba!” bellowed thousands of throats.
But the terrible Zagloba pointed with his stained sabre toward the gate,—
“We have not done enough yet. Turn the cannon toward the wall and against the gate. Advance! follow me!”
The mad throng rush in the direction of the gate. Meanwhile, oh wonder! the fire of the Swedes instead of increasing is growing weak. At the same moment some voice unexpected and piercing cries from the top of the bell-tower,—