"You have tried them in old times," said the little knight, "but I have no chance of testing them, I tell you, gentlemen, when I saw them now in Shavli, with their beards yellow as flax, ants began to crawl over my fingers. Ei, the soul would to paradise; but sit thou here in the wagon, and sigh."
The colonels were silent ; but evidently not Pan Michael alone was burning with such friendly feeling toward the Swedes, for soon the following conversation of the dragoons surrounding the wagon came to the ears of the prisoners.
"Did you see those pagan dog-faiths?" said one soldier; "we were to fight with them, but now we must clean their horses."
"May the bright thunderbolts crush them!" muttered another dragoon.
"Be quiet, the Swede will teach thee manners with a broom over thy head!"
"Or I him."
"Thou art a fool! Not such as thou wish to rush at them; thou seest what has happened."
"We are taking the greatest knights to them, as if into the dog's mouth. They, the sons of Jew mothers, will abuse these knights."
"Without a Jew you cannot talk with such trash. The commandant in Shavli had to send for a Jew right away."
"May the plague kill them!"
Here the first soldier lowered his voice somewhat and said, "They say the best soldiers do not wish to fight against their own king."
"Of course not ! Did you not see the Hungarians, or how the hetman used troops against those resisting. It is unknown yet what will happen. Some of our dragoons too took part with the Hungarians; these men very likely are shot by this time."
"That is a reward for faithful service!"
"To the devil with such work! A Jew's service!"
"Halt!" cried, on a sudden, Kovalski riding in front.
"May a bullet halt in thy snout!" muttered a voice near the wagon.
"Who is there?" asked the soldiers of one another.
"Halt!" came a second command.
The wagon stopped. The soldiers held in their horses. The day was pleasant, clear. The sun had risen, and by its
