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He glanced quickly at the Lotaringer, fearing he would perceive a smile on his face, because in that respect the Order had a bad reputation among the people; and of all among the monks, Hugo von Danveld had the worst. A few years previous he had been vice-bailiff of Sambia.
Danveld had invited them purposely, to witness his triumph over a threatening foe, and at the same time to enjoy the fruits of the treason which they had plotted together, and in the accomplishment of which they had assisted. They sat now comfortably dressed in soft dark cloth, with light swords at their sides.
To those very iniquities which Macko had thrown in his teeth he had no reply. He was obliged to acknowledge that the revenge was justifiable, and that the Polish knights were right in their acts, and finally said: "Upon the glorified bones of St. Liborus! I swear, that I also will not pity Danveld.
It is true that the Czech did not understand what had happened; but being accustomed from childhood to different kinds of danger, he suspected some treachery. He was also surprised to see Danveld, while talking with him, approach him closer and closer; the others began to ride to his sides, as if to surround him.
The guide waved his hand to signify that he knew nothing, but his face expressed trouble and doubt. Then Jurand further asked: "Is it true, that Shomberg and Markward are watching her?" "Those brethren are not in the castle. Take her away though, sir, ere the nobleman Danveld regains his health."
Denis, my patron's head, and on my knightly honor, I swear that I will warn the Mazowiecki prince and the grand master." Hugo von Danveld again looked inquiringly at Zygfried von Loeve, who closed his eyelids, as if consenting to something. Then Danveld said in a strangely muffled and changed voice: "St. Denis could carry his head after he was beheaded, but when yours once falls down "
The father is a foe of the Order; but you spoke words as sweet as honey to the daughter, and besides you promised to send her the balm." Evidently Hugo von Danveld felt the need of justification before Zygfried von Loeve who, although not better than the others, observed the austere laws of the Order, and very often scolded the other brothers.
"We will declare," said Danveld in a feeble voice, "that the shield-bearer murdered de Fourcy." "It is their latest crime and the culprit is known!" added Rotgier. In the meanwhile, the Czech rushed as fast as he could to the prince's hunting residence, and finding the prince still there, he told him first, what had happened.
In the same hall, behind the table that evening, sat old Zygfried von Loeve, who, after the bailiff Danveld, temporarily took command of Szczytno, and near him were Brother Rotgier, and the knight von Bergow, a former prisoner of Jurand's and two noble youths, novices, who were soon to put on white mantles.
The just lord will surely not praise a violator of peace and a cruel aggressor, who has shed so much Christian blood, as though he were not Christ's servant but Satan's." And then he commenced to narrate everything that had occurred in Szczytno: How Jurand, who had been summoned by them to see whether the girl whom they had taken away from the robbers was not his daughter, instead of repaying that with thankfulness, had fallen into a fit; how he had killed Danveld, Brother Godfried, the Englishmen Hugues, von Bracht and two noble warriors, not counting the servants; how they, remembering God's commandment and not wishing to kill, had finally been compelled to coil the terrible man in a net, who had then turned his sword against himself and wounded himself terribly; how lastly, not only in the castle but also in the tower, there were people, who, in the midst of a wintry gale during the night after the fight, had heard terrible laughter and voices in the air calling: "Our Jurand!
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