"God knows I understand nothing!" cried Kmita, being unable in general to restrain his thoughts.
"You will understand all to-day," said Radzivill, calmly. "Now let us go to the hall."
And taking the young colonel by the arm, he turned with him toward the door. They passed through a number of rooms. From a distance out of the immense hall came the sound of the orchestra, which was directed by a Frenchman brought on purpose by Prince Boguslav. They were playing a minuet which at that time was danced at the French court. The mild tones were blended with the sound of many voices. Prince Radzivill halted and listened.
"God grant," said he, after a moment, "that all these guests whom I have received under my roof will not pass to my enemies to-morrow."
"Your highness," said Kmita, "I hope that there are no Swedish adherents among them."
Radzivill quivered and halted suddenly.
"What do you wish to say?"
"Nothing, worthy prince, but that honorable soldiers are rejoicing there."
"Let us go on. Time will show, and God will decide who is honorable. Let us go ! "
At the door itself stood twenty pages, — splendid lads, dressed in feathers and satin. Seeing the hetman, they formed in two lines. When the prince came near, he asked, "Has her princely highness entered the hall?"
"She has, your highness."
"And the envoys?"
"They are here also."
"Open!"
Both halves of the door opened in the twinkle of an eye; a flood of light poured in and illuminated the gigantic form of the hetman, who having behind him Kmita and the pages, went toward the elevation on which were placed chairs for the most distinguished guests.
A movement began in the hall; at once all eyes were turned to the prince, and one shout was wrested from hundreds of breasts: "Long live Radzivill! long live! Long live the hetman! long live!"
The prince bowed with head and hand, then began to greet the guests assembled on the elevation, who rose the moment he entered. Among the best known, besides the
