“Praise be to God!” said the banneret.
“Send to tell our men not to feed too long.”
“According to order.”
“But have they not sent away parties to this side of the river?”
“To this side they have not sent one. But they have sent some to their infantry, marching from Elko.”
“It is well!” said Kmita.
And he descended the height, and commanding the party to hide longer in the rushes, moved back himself with all the breath in his horse to the squadron.
Gosyevski was just mounting when Babinich arrived. The young knight told quickly what he had seen and what the position was; the hetman listened with great satisfaction, and urged forward the squadrons without delay.
Babinich’s party went in advance; after it the Lithuanian squadrons; then that of Voynillovich, that of Lauda, the hetman’s own, and others. The horde remained behind; for Hassan Bey begged for that with insistence, fearing that his men might not withstand the first onset of the heavy cavalry. He had also another reckoning.
He wished, when the Lithuanians struck the enemy’s front, to seize the camp with his Tartars; in the camp he expected to find very rich plunder. The hetman permitted this, thinking justly that the Tartars would strike weakly on the cavalry, but would fall like madmen on the tabor and might raise a panic, especially since the Prussian horses were less accustomed to their terrible howling.