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"Are you not afraid to go to Szczytno?" asked Macko. "I am not afraid," replied Jagienka, "God is with me, because I am an orphan." "There is no faith there. The worst dog was Danveld whom Jurand killed together with Godfried.... The Bohemian told me so.
But now it seemed to Sir de Fourcy, that Hugo von Danveld advised such actions from which every knight's soul should recoil; and the other brothers not only were not angry with him, but approved of his words. Therefore astonishment seized him more and more; finally he became deeply thoughtful, pondering whether it was proper to join in the performance of such deeds.
Brother Danveld was a shrewd man. Do you remember, that he imposed the condition on Jurand, that he should not only appear in Szczytno personally, but also previously proclaim and write to the prince, that he is going to ransom his daughter from the robbers, and that he knows that she is not with us." "True! but in that case how shall we justify what happened in Szczytno?"
The bad deeds of Danveld, even if we should throw the guilt on him, would always go to the account of the Order, therefore, to the account of all of us, the assembly and the master himself; so again our innocence will become apparent, and all will fall upon Jurand, the iniquity of the Poles and their connection with infernal powers...."
De Fourcy bleeding dreadfully from several wounds, quivered on the snow. From beneath the leaden sky, there came only the cawing of the crows, which were flying from the silent wilderness, toward human habitations. Then there began a hurried conversation between the murderers: "Our servants did not see anything!" said Danveld, panting. "No.
Hearing this, Sir de Lorche became thoughtful; but he did not have time to answer Danveld, because they arrived at a large, snow-covered glade in the woods, on which the prince and his courtiers dismounted. The foresters under the direction of the head huntsman, placed the hunters in a long row at the edge of the forest, in such a way that being hidden themselves, they faced the glade.
Jurand himself was somewhat astonished, because he had ceased to hope that his sacrifice would be of any use to Danusia; he therefore looked at Danveld, almost with thankfulness and replied: "May God reward you, count!" "Recognize the Knights of the Cross," said Danveld. "All mercy from Him!" replied Jurand; "but, since it is long since I saw my child, permit me to see and bless my girl."
But von Loeve ordered them to ride forward as fast as they could, and bring a wagon, because Danveld could not remain in his saddle. After a moment, a cold perspiration covered his forehead and he fainted. When they brought the wagon, they put him on some straw in the bottom and hurried toward the frontier.
To this the starosta of Szczytno, who was short, stood on his toes and whispered in the ear of the Lotaringer: "The devil's daughter." De Lorche looked at him; then he frowned and began to say through his nose: "A knight who talks against beauty is not gallant." "I wear golden spurs, and I am a monk," answered Hugo von Danveld, proudly.
"Your Princely Majesty must also remember," said Danveld, further, "that our wantons only wrong lay people who do not belong to the German race, but your men raise their hand against the German Order, and for this reason they offend our Saviour Himself." "Listen!" said the prince. "Do not talk about God; you cannot deceive Him!"
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