CHAPTER VI.

Over the whole Ukraine and beyond the Dnieper strange sounds began to

spread like the heralds of a coming tempest; certain wonderful tidings

flew from village to village, from farmhouse to farmhouse,--like those

plants which the breezes of spring push along the steppes, and which

the people call field-rollers. In the towns there were whispers of some

great war, though no man knew who was going to make war, nor against

whom. Still the tidings were told. The faces of people became unquiet.

The tiller of the soil went with his plough to the field unwillingly,

though the spring had come early, mild and warm, and long since the

larks had been singing over the steppes. Every evening people gathered

in crowds in the villages, and standing on the road, talked in

undertones of terrible things. Blind men wandering around with lyres

and songs were asked for news. Some persons thought they saw in the

night-time reflections in the sky, and that a moon redder than usual

rose from behind the pine woods. Disaster or the death of the king was

predicted. And all this was the more wonderful, since fear found no

easy approach to those lands, long accustomed to disturbances,

conflicts, and raids. Some exceptionally ominous currents must have

been playing in the air, since the alarm had become universal.

It was the more oppressive and stifling, because no one was able to

point out the danger. But among the signs of evil omen, two especially

seemed to show that really something was impending. First, an

unheard-of multitude of old minstrels appeared in all the villages and

towns, and among them were forms strange, and known to no one; these,

it was whispered, were counterfeit minstrels. These men, strolling

about everywhere, told with an air of mystery that the day of God's

judgment and anger was near. Secondly, the men of the lower country

began to drink with all their might.

The second sign was the more serious. The Saitch, confined within too

narrow limits, was unable to feed all its inhabitants; expeditions were

not always successful; besides, the steppes yielded no bread to the

Cossacks. In time of peace, therefore, a multitude of Zaporojians

scattered themselves yearly over the inhabited districts. The Ukraine,

and indeed all Russia, was full of them. Some rose to be land stewards;

some sold liquor on the highways; some labored in hamlets and towns, in

trade and industry. In every village there was sure to be a cottage on

one side, at a distance from the rest, in which a Zaporojian dwelt.

Some of them had brought their wives with them, and kept house in these

cottages. But the Zaporojian, as a man who usually had passed through

every experience, was generally a benefactor to the village in which

he lived. There were no better blacksmiths, wheelwrights, tanners,

wax-refiners, fishermen, and hunters than they. The Cossack understood

everything, did everything; he built a house, he sewed a saddle. But

the Cossacks were not always such quiet inhabitants, for they lived a

temporary life. Whoever wished to carry out a decision with armed hand,

to make an attack on a neighbor, or to defend himself from an expected

attack, had only to raise the cry, and straightway the Cossacks hurried

to him like ravens to a ready spoil. The nobility and magnates,

involved in endless disputes among themselves, employed the Cossacks.

When there was a lack of such undertakings the Cossacks stayed quietly

in the villages, working with all diligence, earning their daily bread

in the sweat of their brows.

They would continue in this fashion for a year or two, till sudden

tidings came of some great expedition, either of an ataman against the

Tartars or the Poles, or of Polish noblemen against Wallachia; and that

moment the wheelwrights, blacksmiths, tanners, and wax-refiners would

desert their peaceful occupations, and begin to drink with all their

might in every dram-shop of the Ukraine. After they had drunk away

everything, they would drink on credit,--not on what they had, but on

what they would have. Future booty must pay for the frolic.

This phenomenon was repeated so regularly that after a while people of

experience in the Ukraine used to say; "The dram-shops are bursting

with men from below; something is on foot in the Ukraine."

The starostas strengthened the garrisons in the castles at once,

looking carefully to everything; the magnates increased their retinues;

the nobility sent their wives and children to the towns.

That spring the Cossacks began to drink as never before, squandering at

random all they had earned, not in one district, not in one province,

but throughout all Russia,--the length and the breadth of it.

Something was on foot, indeed, though the men from below had no idea of

what it was. People had begun to speak of Hmelnitski, of his flight to

the Saitch, of the men from Cherkasi, Boguslav, Korsún, and other

places who had followed him; but something else was talked of too. For

years reports had been current of a great war with the Pagans,--a war

desired by the king to give booty to the Cossacks, but opposed by the

Poles. This time all reports were blended, and roused in the brains of

men uneasiness and the expectation of something uncommon.

This uneasiness penetrated the walls of Lubni also. It was not proper

to shut one's eyes to such signs, and Prince Yeremi especially had not

that habit. In his domain the disturbance did not really come to an

outbreak, fear kept all within bounds; but for some time reports had

been coming from the Ukraine, that here and there peasants were

beginning to resist the nobles, that they were killing Jews, that they

wished to force their own enrolment for war against the Pagans, and

that the number of deserters to the Saitch was increasing continually.

The prince sent envoys in various directions,--to Pan Pototski, to Pan

Kalinovski, to Loboda in Pereyasláv,--and collected in person the herds

from the steppes and the troops from the outposts. Meantime peaceful

news was brought. The Grand Hetman communicated all that he knew

concerning Hmelnitski; he did not think, however, that any storm could

rise out of the affair. The full hetman wrote that the rabble were

accustomed "to bustle in spring like bees," Zatsvilikhovski was the

only man who sent a letter imploring the prince to underestimate

nothing, for a mighty storm was coming on from the Wilderness. He wrote

that Hmelnitski had hurried to the Crimea to ask assistance of the

Khan.

"And as friends from the Saitch inform me," wrote he, "the koshevoi is

collecting the army, horse and foot, from all the meadows and streams,

telling no one why he does it. I think, therefore, that this storm will

come on us. If it comes with Tartar aid, then God save all Russian

lands from ruin!"

The prince had more confidence in Zatsvilikhovski than in the hetmans,

for he knew that no one in all Russia had such knowledge of the

Cossacks and their devices as he. He determined, therefore, to

concentrate as many troops as possible, and also to get to the bottom

of the truth.

One morning he summoned to his presence the lieutenant of the

Wallachian regiment, Pan Bykhovets, to whom he said,--

"You will go for me to the Saitch on a mission to the koshevoi, and

give him this letter with the seal of my lordship. But that you may

know what plan of action to follow, I tell you this letter is a

pretext, and the whole meaning of the mission lies in your own wit. You

are to see everything that is done there,--what troops they have

assembled, and whether they are assembling more. I enjoin you specially

to win some people to your person, and find out for me carefully all

about Hmelnitski,--where he is, and if it is true that he has gone to

the Crimea to ask aid of the Tartars. Do you understand what I say?"

"As if it had been written on the palm of my hand."

"You will go by Chigirin. Rest but one night on the way. When you

arrive, go to Zatsvilikhovski for letters, which you will deliver

secretly to his friends in the Saitch. They will tell you all they

know. From Chigirin you will go by water to Kudák. Give my respects

with this letter to Pan Grodzitski. He will issue orders to convey you

over the Cataracts by proper guides. Be fearless in the Saitch, keep

your eyes and ears open, and come back if you survive, for the

expedition is no easy one."

"Your Highness is the steward of my blood. Shall I take many men?"

"You will take forty attendants. Start to-day; before evening come for

further instructions. Your mission is important."

Pan Bykhovets went out rejoicing. In the antechamber he met Skshetuski

with some artillery officers.

"Well, what is going on?" asked they.

"I take the road to-day."

"Where, where?"

"To Chigirin, and from there farther on."

"Then come with me," said Pan Yan.

And taking him to his quarters, he began to tease him to transfer his

mission to him.

"As my friend," said he, "ask what you like,--a Turkish horse, an Arab

steed,--you shall have one. I'll spare nothing if I can only go, for my

soul is rushing out in that direction. If you want money I'll give it,

if you will only yield. The trip will bring you no glory; for if war

breaks out it will begin here, and you may be killed in the Saitch. I

know, too, that Anusia is as dear to you as to others; if you go they

will get her away from you."

This last argument went home to the mind of Pan Bykhovets more than any

other, but still he resisted. What would the prince say if he should

withdraw? Wouldn't he take it ill of him? An appointment like this was

such a favor.

Hearing this, Skshetuski rushed off to the prince and directed the page

at once to announce him.

The page returned soon with the answer that the prince permitted him to

enter.

The lieutenant's heart beat like a hammer, from fear that he should

hear a curt "No!" after which he would be obliged to let the matter

drop entirely.

"Well, what have you to say?" asked the prince, looking at the

lieutenant.

Skshetuski bent down to his feet.

"Mighty prince, I have come to implore you most humbly to intrust me

with the expedition to the Saitch. Bykhovets would give it up, perhaps,

for he is my friend, and to me it is as important as life. Bykhovets'

only fear is that you may be angry with him for yielding the place."

"As God lives!" said the prince, "I should have sent no one else, but I

thought you would not like to go just after returning from a long

journey."

"I should rejoice to be sent even every day in that direction."

The prince looked at him very attentively with his black eyes, and

after a while inquired: "What have you got there?"

The lieutenant grew confused, like a culprit unable to bear a searching

glance.

"I must tell the truth, I see," said he, "since no secret can stand

before your reason. Of one thing I am not sure,--your favorable

hearing."

Thereupon he began to tell how he had become acquainted with the

daughter of Prince Vassily, had fallen in love with her and would like

to visit her, and on his return from the Saitch to Lubni to remove and

save her from Cossack turmoil and the importunities of Bogun. But he

said nothing of the machinations of the old princess, for in this he

was bound by his word. He began then to beg the prince so earnestly to

give him the mission confided to Bykhovets, that Vishnyevetski said,--

"I should permit you to go on your own account and give you men; but

since you have planned everything so cleverly that your personal

affection agrees with your office, I must arrange this affair for you."

Then he clapped his hands and commanded the page to call Pan Bykhovets.

The lieutenant kissed the prince's hand with joy. Yeremi took him by

the head and commanded him to be quiet. He loved Skshetuski beyond

measure as a splendid soldier and officer whom he could trust in all

things. Besides, there was between them that bond which is formed

between a subordinate reverencing his chief with his whole soul and a

chief who feels this clearly. There were not a few courtiers and

flatterers who circled around the prince for their own profit; but the

eagle eye of Yeremi knew well whom to choose. He knew that Pan Yan was

a man without blemish; he valued him, and was grateful to him for his

feelings. He rejoiced, too, that his favorite had fallen in love with

the daughter of the old servant of the Vishnyevetskis, Vassily

Kurtsevich, whose memory was the dearer because of its sadness.

"It was not from ungratefulness to the prince," said he, "that I made

no inquiry concerning his daughter. Since the guardians did not visit

Lubni, and I received no complaint against them, I supposed they were

good people. But as you have put me in mind of the lady, I will care

for her as for my own daughter."

Skshetuski, hearing this, could not admire sufficiently the kindness of

the prince, who reproached himself, notwithstanding the multitude of

his occupations, with inattention to the child of his former soldier

and official.

Bykhovets now came in.

"Well," said the prince, "my word is given, and if you wish to go you

will go; but I ask you to do this for me: yield your mission to

Skshetuski,--he has his own special and solid reasons for wanting

it,--and I will think of another reward for you."

"Oh, your Highness," said Bykhovets, "your favor is great; for while

able to command, you ask that which if I refused to give I should be

unworthy of your favor."

"Thank your friend," said the prince, turning to Pan Yan, "and prepare

for the road."

Skshetuski thanked Bykhovets heartily indeed, and in a few hours he was

ready. For some time it had been irksome for him in Lubni, and this

expedition accorded with all his wishes. First, he was to see Helena.

True, he had to go from her for a long time; but just such an interval

was needed to make the roads passable for wheels, after such

measureless rains. The princess and Helena could not come earlier to

Lubni. Skshetuski therefore must either wait in Lubni or live at

Rozlogi,--which would be against his covenant with the princess, and,

what was more, rouse the suspicions of Bogun. Helena could be really

safe against his attacks only in Lubni; but since she must in every

case wait some time yet in Rozlogi, it appeared best to Pan Yan to

depart, and on his return take her under the protection of the armed

power of the prince. Having settled the matter thus, the lieutenant

hastened his journey,--got everything ready, took letters and

instructions from the prince, money for expenses from the treasurer,

and made a good start over the road before night, having with him

Jendzian and forty horsemen from the Cossack regiment.

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