At that moment the Koschevoi came up and congratulated him, saying, "Here is the new hetman leading the army like an old one!" Old Bulba glanced round to see the new hetman, and beheld Ostap sitting on his horse at the head of the Oumantzi, his cap on one side and the hetman's staff in his hand.

"Who ever saw the like!" he exclaimed; and the old man rejoiced, and began to thank all the Oumantzi for the honour they had conferred upon his son.
The Cossacks retired, preparing to go into camp; but the Lyakhs showed themselves again on the city ramparts with tattered mantles.

Many rich caftans were spotted with blood, and dust covered the brazen helmets.
"Have you bound us ?" cried the Zaporozhtzi to them from below.
"We will do so!" shouted the big colonel from above, showing them a rope.

The weary, dust-covered warriors ceased not to threaten, nor the most zealous on both sides to exchange fierce remarks.
At length all dispersed.

Some, weary with battle, stretched themselves out to rest; others sprinkled their wounds with earth, and bound them with kerchiefs and rich stuffs captured from the enemy.