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We do not lack rybalts who cheer up the court, but she is the sweetest little rybalt of them all, and to the songs of no one else will the princess listen so gladly." "I don't wonder. I thought she was an angel from heaven and I can't look at her enough. What do they call her?" "Have you not heard? Danusia. Her father is Jurand of Spychow, a comes mighty and gallant." "Hej!
Zbyszko stood at Danusia's side and began to tell her that from the hill one could see Krakow; at the same time Macko was telling one of the rybalts about the extraordinary strength of the Pan of Taczew, who had broken the spear in Zbyszko's hand, as though it were a dry stem. "And why did he break it?" asked the rybalt. "Because the boy in fun attacked the German."
Supporting their heads with their hands, absorbed in thought, and sorrowful, they were listening to a poem which the village beadle, who was also the rybalt, accompanied by his lute, sang of Jurand's former exploits against the "abominable Knights of the Cross." The room was lit up by the moon. A very warm and quiet night followed a scorching day.
The rybalt, being a nobleman, did not consider such an attack a joke; but seeing that Macko spoke about it lightly, did not take it seriously either. The German was annoyed by such conduct. He glanced at Macko and Zbyszko. Finally be realized that they did not intend to dismount and that they did not propose to pay any attention to him.
"Because we stopped," answered Macko. "He is looking toward us as if he would like to choose somebody," said another rybalt; "if I were sure he was a man and not an evil spirit, I would go and give him a blow on the head with the lute." The women began to pray aloud, but Zbyszko wishing to show his courage to the princess and Danusia, said: "I will go just the same. I am not afraid of Walgierz!"
This was true; after the grand duke of Litwa ascended the throne, enormous Lithuanian and Russian countries were opened for commerce; because of this the city had increased in population, richness and buildings, and had become one of the most important cities in the world. "The cities of the Knights of the Cross are very beautiful also," said the larger rybalt.
The windows were open, and beetles from the linden in the courtyard, were seen crawling upon the floor. In front of the fireplace, where there were yet glimmering a few embers, sat the servant sipping a mixture of hot mead, wine and spices. The rybalt, or beadle, and servant of Father Kaleb, was about to begin another song, entitled "The Happy Encounter."
"Even if a tree should fall on your bones, it would not crush them; and even if I pity you, I will not go to Witold." "What will you do then? Will you turn rybalt or falconer at the Mazowiecki court?" "It's not a bad thing to be a falconer. But if you would rather grumble than to listen to me, then grumble." "Where will you go? Don't you care for Bogdaniec?
She had heard of Jurand, of the imprisonment of his daughter, of Zbyszko's marriage, and of his deadly fight with Rotgier. These things interested her greatly, so much so that it seemed to her one of those knight-errant stories or one of the minstrel songs in Germany, and the rybalt songs in Mazowsze.
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