"No."
In an hour it had grown dark in earnest, but they had already reached a woody ravine. At the end of the ravine a light was gleaming.
"That is Rozlogi," said Bogun, suddenly.
"Is it? Whew! there is something cold in that ravine."
Bogun reined in his horse. "Wait!" said he.
Zagloba looked at him. The eyes of the leader, which had the peculiarity of shining in the night, were gleaming at that moment like a pair of torches.
Both of them stood for a long time motionless at the edge of the ravine. At length the snorting of horses was heard in the distance. These were Bogun's Cossacks coming on slowly from the depth of the forest.
The essaul approached for orders, which Bogun whispered in his ear; then the Cossacks halted again.
"Forward!" said Bogun to Zagloba.
Soon the dark masses of buildings around the mansion, the storehouses and well-sweeps stood in outline before their eyes. It was quiet in the yard. The dogs did not bark. A great golden moon shone above the buildings. From the garden came the odor of the cherry and apple blossoms. Everywhere it was quiet,--a night so wonderful that in truth it lacked only the sound of a lyre somewhere under the windows of the beautiful princess. There was light yet in some parts of the house.