You will be thrown into damp dungeons, walled about with stone, if they do not boil you alive in cauldrons like sheep.

And you, men," he continued, turning to his followers, "which of you wants to die his true death?
not through sorrows and the ale-house; but an honourable Cossack death, all in one bed, like bride and groom?
But, perhaps, you would like to return home, and turn infidels, and carry Polish priests on your backs ?" "We will follow you, noble leader, we will follow you!" shouted all his band, and many others joined them.
"If it is to be so, then follow me," said Taras, pulling his cap farther over his brows.

Looking menacingly at the others, he went to his horse, and cried to his men, "Let no one reproach us with any insulting speeches.

Now, hey there, men! we'll call on the Catholics." And then he struck his horse, and there followed him a camp of a hundred waggons, and with them many Cossack cavalry and infantry; and, turning, he threatened with a glance all who remained behind, and wrath was in his eye.

The band departed in full view of all the army, and Taras continued long to turn and glower.
The hetman and leaders were uneasy; all became thoughtful, and remained silent, as though oppressed by some heavy foreboding.