The prince quieted the old man, and when he had him seated in an arm-chair and comparatively composed he said—

‘Don’t misunderstand me, Master Francis. You know how I loved my wife. A loss like that opens one’s eyes to unsuspected truths. There is no question here of leadership and glory. I mean to go alone, and to fight obscurely in the ranks. I am going to offer my country what is mine to offer, that is, my life, as simply as the saddler from Grodek who went through yesterday with his apprentices.…’

The old man cried out at this. That could never be. He could not allow it. But he had to give way before the arguments and the express will of the prince.

‘Ha! If you say that it is a matter of feeling and conscience—so be it. But you cannot go utterly alone. Alas! that I am too old to be of any use. Eripit verba dolor,^* my dear Prince, at the thought that I am over seventy and of no more account in the world than a cripple in the church porch. It seems that to sit at home and pray to God for the nation and for you, is all that I am fit for. But there is my son, my youngest boy, Peter. He will make a worthy companion for you. And as it happens he’s staying with me here. There has not been for ages a Prince S—hazarding his life without a companion of our name to ride by his side. You must have by you somebody who knows who you are, if only to let your parents and your old servant hear what is happening to you. And when does your Princely Mightiness intend to start?’

‘In an hour,’ said the prince; and the old man hurried off to warn his son.

Prince Roman took up a candlestick and walked quietly through many dark rooms in the silent house. The head nurse said afterwards that, waking up suddenly, she saw the prince looking at his child, one hand shading the light from its eyes. He gazed at her for some time, and then, putting the candlestick on the floor, bent over the cot and kissed lightly the little girl, who did not wake. He went out noiselessly, taking the light away with him. She saw his face perfectly well, but she could read nothing of his purpose on it. It was pale but perfectly calm. After he turned away from the cot he never looked back at it once.

The only other trusted person, besides the old man and his son Peter, was the Jew Yankel. When he asked the prince where precisely he wanted to be guided, the prince answered, ‘To the nearest party.’ A grandson of the Jew, a lanky youth, conducted the two young men by little-known paths, across woods and morasses, and led them in sight of the few fires of a small detachment of Polish insurgents camped in a hollow. Some invisible horses neighed, a voice in the dark cried: ‘Who goes there?’… and the young Jew departed hurriedly, explaining that he must make haste home to be in time for keeping the Sabbath.

Thus humbly and in accord with the simplicity of the vision of duty beheld when death had removed the brilliant bandage of happiness from his eyes, did Prince Roman bring his offering to his country. His companion made himself known as the son of the master of the horse to the Princes S—, and declared him to be a relation, a distant cousin from the same parts as himself and, as people presumed, of the same name. In truth no one inquired much. Two more young men, clearly of the right sort, had joined. Nothing more natural.

Prince Roman did not remain long in the south. One day, while scouting with several others, the party was ambushed near the entrance of a village by some Russian infantry. The first discharge laid low a good many, and the rest scattered in all directions. The Russians, too, did not stay, being afraid of a return in force. After some time, the peasants coming to view the scene extricated Prince Roman from under his dead horse. He was unhurt, but his faithful companion had been one of the first to fall. The prince helped the peasants to bury him and the other dead.

Then alone, not certain where to find the main body of partisans which was constantly moving about, he resolved to try and join the main Polish army facing the Russians on the borders of Lithuania. Disguised in peasant clothes, in case of meeting some marauding Cossacks, he wandered for a couple of weeks before he came upon a village occupied by a regiment of Polish cavalry on outpost duty.