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"Brothers, to-day God has favoured our arms, but I must confess

to you in plain terms that evil results will follow these

untimely battles. We have erred, and each one of us here is to

some degree at fault: the Monk Robak, for spreading tidings too

zealously; the Warden and the gentry, for completely

misunderstanding them. The war with Russia will not begin for

some time; meanwhile, those who took the most active part in the

battle cannot without danger remain in Lithuania. So, gentlemen,

you must flee to the Grand Duchy of Warsaw; to be specific:

Maciej, called Baptist, Thaddeus, Bucket, and Razor must depart

over the Niemen, where the hosts of our nation await them. We

will throw the whole blame on you who are gone, and on Plut, and

thus we shall save the rest of your kindred.