And Kmita continued as if to himself: “The penance is over,—I see that clearly. The mercy of God is upon me!”
Then he was silent for a moment; only his lips were moving in prayer.
“Soroka!” said he again, after a time.
“At the service of your grace!”
“Who are in Vodokty?”
“The lady and the sword-bearer of Rossyeni.”
“Praised be the name of the Lord! Did any one come here to inquire about me?”
“They sent from Vodokty until we told them that you would be well.”
“And did they stop then?”
“Then they stopped.”