“Are you Kuklinovski’s men?”
“Yes.”
“Where is the rest of the regiment?”
“They have run away. They refused to serve longer against Yasna Gora.”
“What does he say?” asked Miller.
Zbrojek interpreted the words.
“Ask him where they went to.”
Zbrojek repeated the question.
“It is unknown,” said the soldier. “Some have gone to Silesia. Others said that they would serve with Kmita, for there is not another such colonel either among the Poles or the Swedes.”
When Zbrojek interpreted these words to Miller, he grew serious. In truth, such men as Kuklinovski had were ready to pass over to the command of Kmita without hesitation. But then they might become terrible, if not for Miller’s army, at least for his supplies and communication. A river of perils was rising higher and higher around the enchanted fortress.