He turned away hastily, whispering to Jemilian, "Are the horses ready?"
"Yes; behind the church, as you commanded. Young Halko has saddled them, and is waiting your orders."
"Then let us be gone."
But one more wrench before he could be free. The sons of Simeon, Hritzko, and Giorgi, had caught his knees.
"Take us with you," they cried; "we cannot--we will not let you go without us!"
"Get up!" he cried, sharply; and there was no gainsaying his voice, hoarse though it was with emotion. "Do you think I am villain enough to ruin the sons of my friend?" Adding, with a quivering smile: "You are quite incorrigible. What was the use of my resisting your importunity before? But love me always, and remember me when I am gone. You are dear to me. Good-bye!"
He walked away, and none stopped him. Having mounted, he was about to spur his horse, when once again his name was called with a shriek so heartrending that he shuddered and paused.
He knew who was calling him. His unhappy wife was standing outside the inn, looking after him with despairing eyes. She would have fallen to the ground had not old Simeon supported her trembling figure.
"Farewell!" faltered Taras; but the sound did not reach her, falling dead at his own feet as it were.
He could but wave his hand, and, spurring his horse mercilessly, the creature dashed away in a maddened gallop, his men following; and the little band vanished in the mysterious shadows of the fir-covered uplands.