"He has lost his mind from grief," said one.

"Despair has disturbed his mind."

"Take him to the priest; when he sees him perhaps he
will come to himself."

Pan Longin wrung his hands. All surrounded the lieu-
tenant and looked at him with sympathy. Some wiped
away their tears, others sighed sadly; till suddenly a
lofty figure appeared, and approaching quietly, placed his
hands upon the lieutenant's head. This was the priest,
Mukhovetski.

All were silent and knelt down as if waiting for a mira-
cle; but the priest performed no miracle. Holding his
hands on Pan Yan's head, he raised his eyes to the heav-
ens, which were filled with the light of the moon, and began
to pray aloud.

"'Pater noster, qui es in coelis! sanctificetur nomen
tuum, adveniat regnum tuum, fiat voluntas tua --'" Here
he stopped, and after a while repeated more loudly and sol-
emnly: " 'Fiat voluntas tua!' " A deep silence reigned.
" 'Fiat voluntas tua!' " repeated the priest for the third
time.

From the mouth of Skshetuski came a voice of meas-
ureless pain, but also of resignation: " 'Sicut in coelo, et in
terra!' " Then the knight threw himself sobbing on the
ground.