Zagloba had barely stopped speaking, when voices reached their ears from a distance.
"Wait!" whispered Zagloba, "we must hide."
The voices continued to approach them.
"Do you see anything?" inquired Helena.
"I do."
"Who are coming?"
"A blind old man with a lyre. A youth is leading him, Now they are taking off their boots. They will come to us through the river."
After a time the plashing of water indicated that they were really crossing. Zagloba and Helena came out of the hiding-place.
"Glory be to God!" said the noble, aloud.
"For the ages of ages!" answered the old man. "But who are you?"