Pan Michael: An Historical Novel of Poland, the Ukraine, and Turkey; a Sequel to "With Fire and Sword" and "The Deluge". |
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Pan Michael: An Historical Novel of Poland, the Ukraine, and Turkey Henryk Sienkiewicz Limited preview - 1898 |
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Page 506 - Kamenyets had been sent under a Turkish convoy, and there delivered to the troops of the hetman. All the bells in the monastery were ringing. The church was filled with a throng of nobles and soldiers, who wished to look for the last time at the coffin of the Hector of Kamenyets, and the first cavalier of the Commonwealth. It was whispered that the hetman himself was to come to the funeral; but as he had not appeared so far, and as at any moment the Tartars might come in a chambul, it was determined...
Page 480 - They went in; but the place was full of lime dust, which the cannon-balls had raised by shaking the walls. It was impossible to stay there; so they went out again, and took their places in a niche made when the old gate had been walled in. Pan Michael sat there, leaning against the masonry. Basia nestled up to him, like a child to its mother. The night was in August, warm and fragrant. The moon illuminated the niche with a silver light; the faces of the little knight and Basia were bathed in its...
Page 508 - What armies will war with him on the boundaries ? Thou, from whom nothing in the world is concealed,— thou knowest best that there is nothing superior to our cavalry! What cavalry can move for thee, O Lord, as ours can ? Wilt thou set aside defenders behind whose shoulders all Christendom might glorify thy name? O kind Father, do not desert us! show us thy mercy! Send us a defender! Send a crusher of the foul Mohammedan! Let him come hither; let him stand among us; let him raise our fallen hearts!...
Page 506 - It was the heartfelt wish of the widow that the body should rest in Hreptyoff: but since all Podolia was in the hands of the enemy, it was decided to bury it temporarily in Stanislav; for to that place the "exiles" of Kamenyets had been sent under a Turkish convoy, and there delivered to the troops of the hetman. All the bells in the monastery were ringing. The church was filled with a throng of nobles and soldiers, who wished to look for the last time at the coffin of the Hector of Kamenyets, and...
Page 505 - I will go down," said he, fixing his teeth. "Go! but delay till the troops have marched out. Go!" Here they seized each other in an embrace which lasted some time. The eyes of both were gleaming with an uncommon radiance. Ketling rushed away at last toward the vaults. Pan Michael took the helmet from his head. He looked awhile yet on the ruin, on that field of his glory, on the rubbish, the corpses, the fragments of walls, on the breastwork, on the guns; then raising his eyes, he began to pray. His...
Page 525 - Lithuanian, and Cossack, — the whole army, stood in order of battle. A Thanksgiving Mass was celebrated, and on that same square where the day previous muezzins had cried : " La Allah ilia Allah ! " was sounded " Te Deum laudamus ! " The hetman, lying in the form of a cross, heard Mass and the hymn; and when he rose, tears of joy were flowing down his worthy face. At sight of that the legions of knights, the blood not yet wiped from them, and while still trembling from their efforts in battle,...
Page 481 - ... of the slain. Their lanterns were gleaming on the place of combat like fireflies. Some of them called to one another; and one was singing in an undertone a sweet song not beseeming the work to which he was given at the moment : — " Nothing is silver, nothing is gold to me now, Nothing is fortune. Let me die at the fence, then, of hunger, If only near thee.
Page 505 - ... Kamieniec?' queried Pan Michael. " 'It shall go to the Sultan for ages and ages.' "Whereupon Michael, the little knight, sent a message to his girl wife who was sheltered in the convent close to the chateau. The message was 'Nic to' — it is nothing.' " This had been agreed upon as the signal of his death. "At that moment the bastions quivered, an awful roar rent the air; bastions, towers, walls, houses, guns, living men, corpses, masses of earth, all torn upwards in a flame and mixed, pounded...
Page 482 - As God is dear to me, you are not right," repeated the little knight. "Look, think of it: there above, beyond that quiet moon, is a country of bliss without end. Of such a one speak to me. Whoever reaches that meadow will draw breath for the first time, as if after a long journey, and will feed in peace. When my time comes, — and that is a soldier's affair, — it is your simple duty to say to yourself, 'That is nothing! Michael is gone. True, he is gone far, farther than from here to Lithuania;...
Page 162 - I'll be the best wife, and I will never leave him! I'll go to the war with him! I've loved him this...