Генрик Сенкевич
The Deluge. Vol. 2
"What! is this captivity? Do they wish to oppress a free citizen, to trample on cardinal rights?"
"Give us peace! give us peace!" said the prince, fretfully. "She defended that old fool with her person, but here there is one to defend you."
"If she defended him, she should have been taken in pawn!"
"There must be some witchcraft in this place! Either she must have given me something, or the constellations are such that I am simply leaving my mind. If you could have seen her when she was defending that mangy old uncle of hers! But you are a fool! It is growing cloudy in my head. See how my hands are burning! To love such a woman, to gain her – with such a woman to – "
"To have posterity!" added Sakovich.
"That's so, that's so! – as if you knew that must be; otherwise I shall burst as a bomb. For God's sake! what is happening to me? Must I marry, or what, by all the devils of earth and hell?"
Sakovich grew serious. "Your princely highness, you must not think of that!"
"I am thinking of just that, precisely because I wish it. I will do that, though a regiment of Sakoviches repeated a whole day to me, 'Your princely highness must not think of that!'"
"Oh, I see this is no joke."
"I am sick, enchanted."
"Why do you not follow my advice at last?"
"I must follow it, – may the plague take all the dreams, all the Billeviches, all Lithuania with the tribunals, and Yan Kazimir to boot! I shall not succeed otherwise; I see that I shall not! I have had enough of this, have I not? A great question! And I, the fool, was considering both sides hitherto; was afraid of dreams, of Billeviches, of lawsuits, of the rabble of nobles, the fortune of Yan Kazimir. Tell me that I am a fool! Do you hear? I command you to tell me that I am a fool!"
"But I will not obey, for now you are really Radzivill, and not a Calvinist minister. But in truth you must be ill, for I have never seen you so changed."
"True! In the most difficult positions I merely waved my hand and whistled, but now I feel as if some one were thrusting spurs into my sides."
"This is strange, for if that maiden has given you something designedly, she has not done so to run away afterward; but still, from what you say, it seems that they wish to flee in secret."
"Ryff told me that this is the influence of Saturn, on which burning exhalations rise during this particular month."
"Worthy prince, rather take Jove as a model, for he was happy without marriage. All will be well; only do not think of marriage, unless of a counterfeit one."
All at once the starosta of Oshmiana struck his forehead.
"But wait, your highness! I have heard of such a case in Prussia."
"Is the Devil whispering something into your ear? Tell me!"
But Sakovich was silent for a long time; at last his face brightened, and he said, —
"Thank the fortune that gave you Sakovich as friend."
"What news, what news?"
"Nothing. I will be your highness's best man" (here Sakovich bowed), – "no small honor for such a poor fellow!"
"Don't play the jester; speak quickly!"
"There is in Tyltsa one Plaska, or something like that, who in his time was a priest in Nyevorani, but who falling away from the faith became a Lutheran, got married, took refuge under the elector, and now is dealing in dried fish with people of this region. Bishop Parchevski tried to lure him back to Jmud, where in good certainty there was a fire waiting for him; but the elector would not yield up a fellow-believer."
"How does that concern me? Do not loiter."
"How does that concern your highness? In this way it must concern you; for he will sew you and her together with stitches on the outside, you understand? And because he is a fool of a workman, and does not belong to the guild, it will be easy to rip the work after him. Do you see? The guild does not recognize this sewing as valid; but still there will be no violence, no outcry; you can twist the neck of the workman afterward, and you will complain that you were deceived, do you understand? But before that time crescite et multiplicamini. I'll be the first to give you my blessing."
"I understand, and I don't understand," said the prince. "The devil I understand there perfectly. Sakovich, you must have been born, like a witch, with teeth in your mouth. The hangman is waiting for you; it cannot be otherwise, O Starosta! But while I live a hair will not fall from your head; a fitting reward will not miss you. I then – "
"Your highness will make a formal proposal to Panna Billevich, to her and to her uncle. If they refuse, if they do not consent, then give command to tear the skin from me, make sandal strings out of it, and go on a pilgrimage of penance to – to Rome. It is possible to resist a Radzivill if he wishes simply to be a lover; but if he wishes to marry, he need not try to please any noble. You must only tell Billevich and the lady that out of regard for the elector and the King of Sweden, who want you to marry the Princess of Bipont, your marriage must remain secret till peace is declared. Besides, you will write the marriage contract as you like. Both churches will be forced to declare it invalid. Well, what do you think?"
Boguslav was silent for a while, but on his face red fever-spots appeared under the paint; then he cried, —
"There is no time in three days. I must move against Sapyeha."
"That is just the position! Were there more time, it would be impossible to justify the pretext. Is not this true? Only through lack of time can you explain that the first priest at hand officiates, as happens in sudden emergencies, and marries on a bolting-cloth. They will think too, 'It is sudden, for it must be sudden!' She is a knightly maiden; you can take her with you to the field. Dear bridegroom, if Sapyeha conquers, even then you will have half the victories of the campaign."
"That is well, that is well!" said the prince.
But at that moment the first paroxysm seized him so that his jaws closed and he could not say another word. He grew rigid, and then began to quiver and flounder like a fish out of water. But before the terrified Sakovich could bring the physician, the paroxysm had passed.
CHAPTER XLIII
After his conversation with Sakovich, Prince Boguslav betook himself on the afternoon of the morrow directly to Billevich.
"My benefactor," said he, to begin with, "I was grievously to blame the last time we met, for I fell into anger in my own house. It is my fault, and all the more so that I gave this affront to a man of a family friendly to the Radzivills. But I come to implore forgiveness. Let a sincere confession be satisfaction to you, and my atonement. You know the Radzivills of old; you know that we are not in haste to beg pardon; still, since I was to blame before age and dignity, I come without considering who I am, with a penitent head. And you, old friend of our house, will not refuse me your hand, I am certain."
Then he extended his hand; and Billevich, in whose soul the first outburst had passed, did not dare to refuse his own, though he gave it with hesitation.
"Your highness, return to us our freedom; that will be the best satisfaction."
"You are free, and may go, even to-day."
"I thank your highness," said the astonished Billevich.
"I interpose only one condition, which you, God grant, will not reject."
"What is that?" asked Billevich, with fear.
"That you listen patiently to what I am going to say."
"If that is all, I will listen even till evening."
"Do not give me your answer at once, but think an hour or two."
"God sees that if I receive my freedom I wish peace."
"You will receive your freedom; but I do not know whether you will use it, or whether you will be urgent to leave my threshold. I should be glad were you to consider my house and all Taurogi as your own; but listen to me now. Do you know, my benefactor, why I was opposed to the departure of Panna Billevich? This is why, – because I divined that you wished to flee simply; and I have fallen in love with your niece, so that to see her I should be ready to swim a Hellespont each day, like Leander."
Billevich grew red again in a moment. "Does your highness dare to say that to me?"
"To you especially, my benefactor."
"Worthy prince, seek your fortune with court ladies, but touch not noble maidens. You may imprison her, you may confine her in a vault, but you may not disgrace her."
"I may not disgrace her," said the prince; "but I may bow down to the old man Billevich, and say to him, 'Listen, father, give me your niece as wife, for I cannot live without her.'"
The sword-bearer was so amazed that he could not utter a word; for a time he merely moved his mustaches, and his eyes were staring; then he began to rub his hands and look, now on the prince, now around the room; at last he said, —
"Is this in a dream, or is it real?"
"Do not hasten! To convince you still better, I will repeat with all the titles: I, Boguslav, Prince Radzivill, Marshal of the Grand Principality of Lithuania, ask you, Tomash Billevich, sword-bearer of Rossyeni, for the hand of your niece, Panna Aleksandra, chief-hunter's daughter."
"Is this true? In God's name! have you considered the matter?"
"I have considered; now do you consider, my benefactor, whether the cavalier is worthy of the lady."
"My breath is stopped from wonder."
"Now see if I had any evil intentions."
"And would your highness not consider our small station?"
"Are the Billeviches so cheap? Do you value your shield of nobility and the antiquity of your family thus? Does a Billevich say this?"
"I know, gracious prince, that the origin of our family is to be sought in ancient Rome; but – "
"But," interrupted the prince, "you have neither hetmans nor chancellors. That is nothing! You are soldiers, like my uncle in Brandenburg. Since a noble in our Commonwealth may be elected king, there are no thresholds too lofty for his feet. My sword-bearer and, God grant, my uncle, I was born of a Brandenburg princess; my father's mother was an Ostrogski; but my grandfather of mighty memory, Kryshtof I., he whom they called Thunder, grand hetman, chancellor, and voevoda of Vilna, was married the first time to Panna Sobek; but for this reason the coronet did not fall from his head, for Panna Sobek was a noble woman, as honorably born as others. When my late father married the daughter of the elector, they wondered why he did not remember his own dignity, though he allied himself with a reigning house. Such is the devilish pride of you nobles! But acknowledge, my benefactor, you do not think a Sobek better than a Billevich, do you?"
Speaking thus, the prince began to tap the old man on the shoulder with great familiarity. The noble melted like wax, and answered, —
"God reward your highness for honorable intentions! A weight has fallen from my heart! But now, if it were not for difference of faith!"
"A Catholic priest will perform the ceremony. I do not want another myself."
"I shall be thankful for this all my life, since here it is a question of the blessing of God, which certainly the Lord Jesus would withdraw if some vile – "
Here the old man bit his tongue, for he saw that he was saying something disagreeable to the prince. But Boguslav did not notice it; he smiled graciously and said, —
"And as to posterity, I shall not be stubborn; for there is nothing that I would not do for that beauty of yours."
Billevich's face grew bright as if a ray of the sun had fallen on it; "Indeed, God has not been sparing of beauty to her, it is true. Oh! there will be a shout all over Jmud. And what will the Sitsinskis say when the Billeviches increase so? They would not leave the old colonel at rest, though he was a man of Roman mould, respected by the whole Commonwealth."
"We will drive them out of Jmud, worthy Sword-bearer,"
"O great God, merciful God! undiscoverable are Thy judgments; but if in them it lies that the Sitsinskis are to burst from envy, then let Thy will be done!"
"Amen!" added Boguslav.
"Your highness, do not take it ill that I do not clothe myself in dignity, as befits a person of whom a man asks a maiden, and that I show too evident rejoicing. But we have been here in vexation, not knowing what was awaiting us and interpreting everything for the worst. It came to this that we thought evil of your highness, until it turns out that our fears and judgments were not just, and that we may return to our previous homage. I say this as if some one had taken a burden from my shoulders."
"And did Panna Aleksandra judge me thus?"
"She? Even Cicero could not have described properly her previous admiration for your highness. I think that only virtue and a certain inborn timidity stood in the way of love. But when she hears of the sincere intentions of your highness, then I am sure she will at once give the reins to her heart."
"Cicero could not have said that better!" said Boguslav.
"With happiness comes eloquence. But since your highness has been pleased to listen to everything I have said, then I will be sincere to the last."
"Be sincere, Pan Billevich."
"Though this maiden is young, she is a woman with a man's cast of mind altogether; it is wonderful what a character she has. Where more than one man of experience would hesitate, she hesitates not a moment. What is evil she puts on the left, what is good on the right, and goes herself to the right as if it were sweet. When she has once chosen the road, even though there were cannon before her, that is nothing to her! She would not go aside for the cannon. She is like her grandfather and me. Her father was a born soldier, but mild; her mother, from the house of Voynillovich, was also strong-willed."
"I am glad to hear this, Pan Billevich."
"Your highness will not believe how incensed she is against the Swedes, and all enemies of the Commonwealth. If she held any one guilty of treason, she would feel an utter detestation of him, though he were an angel and not a human being. Your highness, – forgive an old man who might be your father in years, if not in dignity, – leave the Swedes; they are worse for the country than Tartars! Move your troops against such sons, and not only I, but she, will follow you to the field. Pardon me, your highness, pardon me. Now I have said what I had on my mind."
Boguslav mastered himself after a moment's silence, and said: "My benefactor, you might have supposed yesterday, but you may not suppose to-day that I wish merely to throw sand in your eyes, when I say that I am on the side of the king and the country. Here under oath to you as a relative I repeat that what I stated touching peace and its conditions was the pure truth. I, too, should prefer to march to the field, for my nature draws me thither; but because I saw that salvation was not in the field, I was forced through simple devotion to seize another method. And I can say that I have accomplished an unheard of thing; for after a last war to conclude a peace of such kind that the conquering power serves the conquered, – of this Mazarin, the most cunning of men, need not be ashamed. Not Panna Aleksandra alone, but I equally with her, bear hatred to the enemy. But what is to be done? How save this country? Not even Hercules against many can conquer. Therefore I thought thus, 'Instead of destroying, which would be easier and more amusing, it is needful to save.' And since I had practised in affairs of this kind with great statesmen, since I am a relative of the elector, and since, by reason of my cousin Yanush, I am well considered by the Swedes, I began negotiations; and what their course was and what the benefit to the Commonwealth was, that you know, – an end of the war, freedom from oppression for your Catholic faith, for churches, for clergy, for the estate of nobles, and for the common people; the assistance of the Swedes in the war against Moscow and the Cossacks; and, God grant, an extension of boundary. And this all on one condition, – that Karl Gustav be king after Yan Kazimir. Whoso has done more for his country in these times, let him stand before my eyes."
"True, a blind man could see that; but it will be very sad for the nobles that a free election will cease."
"And which is more important, – an election or the country?"
"They are the same, your highness; for an election is the main basis of the Commonwealth. And what is the country, if not a collection of laws, privileges, and liberties serving the nobles? A king can be found even in a foreign land."
Anger and disgust flew like lightning over Boguslav's face.
"Karl Gustav," said he, "will sign the pacta conventa, as his predecessors have signed it; and after his death we will elect whom we choose, even that Radzivill who will be born of your niece."
The sword-bearer stood for a while as if dazzled by the thought; at last he raised his hand and cried with great enthusiasm, —
"Consentior (I agree)!"
"I think, too, that you would agree, even if the throne should become hereditary in our family. Such are you all! But that is a later question. Now it is necessary that the stipulations come to reality. You understand, my uncle?"
"As true as life, it is necessary!" repeated Billevich, with deep conviction.
"They must for this reason, – that I am a mediator agreeable to his Swedish Majesty, and do you know for what reasons? Karl Gustav has one sister married to De la Gardie, and another, Princess Bipont, still unmarried; and he wishes to give her to me, so as to be allied to our house and have a party in Lithuania. Hence his favor toward me, to which my uncle, the elector, inclines him."
"How is that?" asked the disquieted sword-bearer.
"I would give all the princesses of Bipont7 for your dove, together with the principalities, not only of the two, but of all the bridges in the world. But I may not anger the Swedish beast, therefore I give willing ear to their discussions; but only let them sign the treaty, then we shall see."
"Would they be ready then not to sign if they should discover that you were married?"
"Worthy sword-bearer," said the prince, with seriousness, "you have condemned me of crookedness toward the country; but I, as a true citizen, ask you, have I a right to sacrifice public affairs to my private interests?"
Pan Tomash listened. "What will happen then?"
"Think to yourself what must happen."
"As God is true, I see already that the marriage must be deferred; and the proverb says; 'What is deferred, escapes.'"
"I will not change my heart, for I have fallen in love for life. You must know that for faithfulness I could put to shame the most enduring Penelope."
Billevich was alarmed still more; for he had an entirely opposite opinion touching the prince's constancy, confirmed as it was by Boguslav's general reputation. But the prince added, as if for a finishing stroke, —
"You are right, that no one is sure of his to-morrow. I may fall ill; nay, some kind of sickness is coming on me even now, for yesterday I grew so rigid that Sakovich barely saved me. I may fall in a campaign against Sapyeha; and what delays, what troubles and vexations there will be, could not be written on an ox-hide."
"By the wounds of God, give advice, your highness."
"What advice can I give?" asked the prince. "Though I should be glad myself to have the latch fall as soon as possible."
"Well, let it fall. Marry, and then what will be, will be."
Boguslav sprang to his feet.
"By the holy Gospel! With your wit you should be chancellor of Lithuania. Another man would not have thought out in three days what has come to your mind in a twinkle. That is it! marry, and remain quiet. There is sense in that! As it is, I shall march in two days against Sapyeha, for I must. During that time secret passages to the lady's chamber can be made; and then to the road! That is the head of a statesman! We will let two or three confidants into the secret, and take them as witnesses, so that the marriage may be formal. I will write a contract, secure the jointure, to which I will add a bequest; and let there be silence for the time. My benefactor, I thank you; from my heart, I thank you. Come to my arms, and then go to my beauty. I will wait for her answer, as if on coals. Meanwhile I will send Sakovich for the priest. Be well, father, and, God grant soon, the grandfather of a Radzivill."
When he had said this, he let the astonished noble go from his embrace, and rushed out of the room.
"For God's sake!" said the sword-bearer, recovering himself. "I gave such wise advice that Solomon himself would not be ashamed of it, and I should prefer to do without it. A secret is a secret; but break your head, crush your forehead against a wall, it cannot be otherwise. A blind man can see that! Would that the frost might oppress and kill those Swedes to the last! If it were not for those negotiations, the marriage would take place with ceremony, and all Jmud would come to the wedding. But here a husband must walk to his wife on felt, so as not to make noise. Tfu, to the deuce! The Sitsinskis will not burst so soon. Yet, praise be to God! that bursting will not miss them."
When he had said this, he went to Olenka. Meanwhile the prince was taking further counsel with Sakovich.
"The old man danced on two paws like a bear," said the prince; "but he tormented the life out of me. Uf! but I squeezed him so that I thought that the boots and straw would fly off his feet. And when I called him 'Uncle,' his eyes stuck out, as if a keg of cabbage hash were choking him. Tfu! tfu! wait! I will make you uncle; but I have scores upon scores of such uncles throughout the whole world. Sakovich, I see how she is waiting for me in her room; and she will receive me with her eyes closed and her hands crossed. Wait, I will kiss those eyes for you – Sakovich, you will receive for life the estate of Prudy, beyond Oshmiana. When can Plaska be here?"
"Before evening. I thank your highness for Prudy."
"That is nothing! Before evening? That means any moment. If the ceremony could be performed to-day, even before midnight! Have you the contract ready?"
"I have. I was liberal in the name of your highness. I assigned Birji as the jointure of the lady. The sword-bearer will howl like a dog when it is taken from him afterward."
"He will sit in a dungeon, then he will be quiet."
"Even that will not be needed. As soon as the marriage is invalid, all will be invalid. But did I not tell you that they would agree?"
"He did not make the least difficulty. I am curious to know what she will say. I care nothing about him!"
"Oh, they have fallen each into the arms of the other, are weeping from emotion, are blessing your highness, and are carried away by your kindness and beauty."
"I don't know that they are by my beauty; for in some way I look wretched. I am all the time out of health, and I am afraid that yesterday's numbness will come again."
"No; you will take something warm."
The prince was already before the mirror.
"It is blue under my eyes. And that fool, Fouret, darkened my eyebrows crooked. See if they are not crooked! I'll give orders to thumbscrew him, and make a monkey my body-servant. Why does the old man not come? I should like to go to the lady now, for she will permit me to kiss her before the marriage. How quickly it grows dark to-day! If Plaska flinches, we must put pincers into the fire."
"Plaska will not flinch. He is a scoundrel from under a dark star."
"And he will perform the marriage in scoundrel fashion?"
"A scoundrel will perform the marriage for a scoundrel in scoundrel fashion."
The prince fell into good humor, and said, —
"When there is a pander for best man, there cannot be another kind of marriage."
For a while they were silent; then both began to laugh. But their laughter sounded with marvellous ill-omen through the dark room. Night fell deeper and deeper.
The prince began to walk through the room, striking audibly with his hammer-staff, on which he leaned heavily, for his feet did not serve him well after the last numbness.
Now the servants brought in candelabra with candles, and went out; but the rush of air bent the flames of the candles, so that for a long time they did not burn straight upward, melting meanwhile much wax.
"See how the caudles are burning!" said the prince. "What do you prophesy from that?"
"That one virtue will melt to-day like wax."
"It is wonderful how long that talk lasts."
"Maybe the spirit of old Billevich is flying over the flames."
"You are a fool!" answered Boguslav, abruptly. "You have chosen a time to talk of spirits!"
Silence followed.
"They say in England," said the prince, "that when there is a spirit in the room every light burns blue; but see, now they are burning yellow, as usual."
"Trash!" answered Sakovich. "There are people in Moscow – "
"But be still!" interrupted Boguslav. "The sword-bearer is coming. No! that is the wind moving the shutters. The devils have brought that old maid of an aunt, Kulvyets-Hippocentaurus! Has any one ever heard of the like? And she looks like a chimera."
"If you wish, your highness, I'll marry her; then she will not be in the way, Plaska will solder us while you are waiting."
"Well, I will give her a maple spade as a marriage present, and you a lantern, so as to have something to light her way."
"I will not be your uncle – Bogus."
"Remember Castor," answered the prince.
"Do not stroke Castor, my Pollux, against the grain, for he can bite."
Further conversation was interrupted by the sword-bearer and Panna Kulvyets. The prince stepped up to him quickly, leaning on his hammer. Sakovich rose.
"Well, what? May I go to Olenka?" asked the prince.
The sword-bearer spread out his arms and dropped his head on his breast.
"Your highness, my niece says that Colonel Billevich's will forbids her to decide her own fate; and even if it did not forbid, she would not marry your highness, not having the heart to do so."
"Sakovich, do you hear?" said Boguslav, with a terrible voice.
"I too knew of that will," continued the sword-bearer, "but at the first moment I did not think it an invincible impediment."
"I jeer at the wills of you nobles," said the prince; "I spit on your wills! Do you understand?"
"But we do not jeer at them," said the aroused Pan Tomash; "and according to the will the maiden is free to enter the cloister or marry Kmita."
"Whom, you sorry fellow? Kmita? I'll show you Kmita! I'll teach you!"
"Whom do you call sorry fellow, – a Billevich?"
And the sword-bearer caught at his side in the greatest fury; but Boguslav, in one moment, struck him on the breast with his hammer, so that Billevich groaned and fell to the floor. The prince then kicked him aside, to open a way to the door, and rushed from the room without a hat.
"Jesus! Mary! Joseph!" cried Panna Kulvyets.
But Sakovich, seizing her by the shoulder, put a dagger to her breast, and said, —
"Quiet, my little jewel, quiet, dearest dove, or I will cut thy sweet throat, like that of a lame hen. Sit here quietly, and go not upstairs to thy niece's wedding."
But in Panna Kulvyets there was knightly blood too; therefore she had barely heard the words of Sakovich, when straightway her terror passed into despair and frenzy.
"Ruffian! bandit! pagan!" cried she; "slay me, for I will shout to the whole Commonwealth. The brother killed, the niece disgraced, I do not wish to live! Strike, slay, robber! People, come see!"
Sakovich stifled further words by putting his powerful hand over her month.
"Quiet, crooked distaff, dried rue!" said he; "I will not cut thy throat, for why should I give the Devil that which is his anyhow? But lest thou scream like a peacock before roosting, I will tie up thy pretty mouth with thy kerchief, and take a lute and play to thee of 'sighs.' It cannot be but thou wilt love me."
So saying, the starosta of Oshmiana, with the dexterity of a genuine pickpocket, encircled the head of Panna Kulvyets with her handkerchief, tied her hands in the twinkle of an eye, and threw her on the sofa; then he sat by her, and stretching himself out comfortably, asked her as calmly as though he had begun an ordinary conversation, —
"Well, what do you think? I suppose Bogus will get on as easily as I have."
With that he sprang to his feet, for the door opened, and in it appeared Panna Aleksandra. Her face was as white as chalk, her hair was somewhat dishevelled, her brows were frowning, and threat was in her eyes. Seeing her uncle on the floor, she knelt near him and passed her hand over his head and breast.
The sword-bearer drew a deep breath, opened his eyes, half raised himself, and began to look around in the room, as if roused from sleep; then resting his hand on the floor, he tried to rise, which he did after a while with the help of the lady; then he came with tottering step to a chair, into which he threw himself. Only now did Olenka see Panna Kulvyets lying on the sofa.
"Have you murdered her?" asked she of Sakovich.
"God preserve me!" answered the starosta of Oshmiana.
"I command you to unbind her!"
There was such power in that voice that Sakovich said not a word, as if the command had come from Princess Radzivill herself, and began to unbind the unconscious Panna Kulvyets.
"And now," said the lady, "go to your master, who is lying up there."
"What has happened?" cried Sakovich, coming to himself. "You will answer for him!"
"Not to thee, serving-man! Be off!"
Sakovich sprang out of the chamber as if possessed.
