At the end of that time the governor capitulated, and was allowed to march out with the honours of war.
Only forty out of the brave garrison remained unwounded at the end of the siege.

They, as well as such of their comrades as were strong enough to travel, passed through the lines of the Russians, and marched to Vyburg.
Three weeks after being made a prisoner, Charlie's wound was so far healed that the surgeon pronounced him able to sit a horse, and, under the escort of an officer and four Cossacks, he was taken by easy stages to Bercov, a prison fortress a short distance from Moscow.

He had inquired from the surgeon who attended him for Doctor Kelly.

The doctor knew him, but said that he was not with the army, but was, he believed, away visiting some towns on the Volga, where a serious pestilence was raging.
Charlie remained but a short time at Bercov.

His wound was healing rapidly, and the surgeon who attended him assured him that there was every prospect of his making a complete cure, if he would but keep his arm, for some weeks, in a sling.
He had nothing to complain of, either as to his comfort or food.
The governor, who spoke a little Polish, visited him every day, and asked many questions as to his native country.