Andrii could hardly move in the dark and narrow earthen burrow, as he followed the Tatar, dragging after him his sacks of bread."It will soon be light," said his guide: "we are approaching the spot where Iplaced a light." And in fact the dark earthen walls began to be gradually lit up.They reached a widening in the passage where, it seemed, there had once been a chapel; at least, there was a small table against the wall, like an altar, and above, the faded, almost entirely obliterated picture of a Catholic Madonna.A small silver lamp hanging before it barely illumined it.The Tatar stooped and picked up from the ground a copper candlestick which she had left there, a candlestick with a tall, slender stem, and snuffers, pin, and extinguisher hanging about it on chains.She lighted it at the silver lamp.The light grew stronger; and as they went on, now illumined by it, and again enveloped in pitchy shadow, they suggested a picture by Gerard Dow.
The warrior's fresh, handsome countenance, overflowing with health and youth, presented a strong contrast to the pale, emaciated face of his companion.The passage grew a little higher, so that Andrii could hold himself erect.He gazed with curiosity at the earthen walls.Here and there, as in the catacombs at Kief, were niches in the walls; and in some places coffins were standing.Sometimes they came across human bones which had become softened with the dampness and were crumbling into dust.It was evident that pious folk had taken refuge here from the storms, sorrows, and seductions of the world.It was extremely damp in some places; indeed there was water under their feet at intervals.Andrii was forced to halt frequently to allow his companion to rest, for her fatigue kept increasing.The small piece of bread she had swallowed only caused a pain in her stomach, of late unused to food; and she often stood motionless for minutes together in one spot.
At length a small iron door appeared before them."Glory be to God, we have arrived!" said the Tatar in a faint voice, and tried to lift her hand to knock, but had no strength to do so.Andrii knocked hard at the door in her stead.There was an echo as though a large space lay beyond the door; then the echo changed as if resounding through lofty arches.In a couple of minutes, keys rattled, and steps were heard descending some stairs.At length the door opened, and a monk, standing on the narrow stairs with the key and a light in his hands, admitted them.Andrii involuntarily halted at the sight of a Catholic monk--one of those who had aroused such hate and disdain among the Cossacks that they treated them even more inhumanly than they treated the Jews.
The monk, on his part, started back on perceiving a Zaporovian Cossack, but a whisper from the Tatar reassured him.He lighted them in, fastened the door behind them, and led them up the stairs.They found themselves beneath the dark and lofty arches of the monastery church.Before one of the altars, adorned with tall candlesticks and candles, knelt a priest praying quietly.Near him on each side knelt two young choristers in lilac cassocks and white lace stoles, with censers in their hands.He prayed for the performance of a miracle, that the city might be saved; that their souls might be strengthened;that patience might be given them; that doubt and timid, weak-spirited mourning over earthly misfortunes might be banished.A few women, resembling shadows, knelt supporting themselves against the backs of the chairs and dark wooden benches before them, and laying their exhausted heads upon them.A few men stood sadly, leaning against the columns upon which the wide arches rested.The stained-glass window above the altar suddenly glowed with the rosy light of dawn; and from it, on the floor, fell circles of blue, yellow, and other colours, illuminating the dim church.The whole altar was lighted up; the smoke from the censers hung a cloudy rainbow in the air.Andrii gazed from his dark corner, not without surprise, at the wonders worked by the light.At that moment the magnificent swell of the organ filled the whole church.It grew deeper and deeper, expanded, swelled into heavy bursts of thunder; and then all at once, turning into heavenly music, its ringing tones floated high among the arches, like clear maiden voices, and again descended into a deep roar and thunder, and then ceased.The thunderous pulsations echoed long and tremulously among the arches; and Andrii, with half-open mouth, admired the wondrous music.
Then he felt some one plucking the shirt of his caftan."It is time,"said the Tatar.They traversed the church unperceived, and emerged upon the square in front.Dawn had long flushed the heavens; all announced sunrise.The square was empty: in the middle of it still stood wooden pillars, showing that, perhaps only a week before, there had been a market here stocked with provisions.The streets, which were unpaved, were simply a mass of dried mud.The square was surrounded by small, one-storied stone or mud houses, in the walls of which were visible wooden stakes and posts obliquely crossed by carved wooden beams, as was the manner of building in those days.Specimens of it can still be seen in some parts of Lithuania and Poland.They were all covered with enormously high roofs, with a multitude of windows and air-holes.On one side, close to the church, rose a building quite detached from and taller than the rest, probably the town-hall or some official structure.It was two stories high, and above it, on two arches, rose a belvedere where a watchman stood; a huge clock-face was let into the roof.
