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In the beginning the prince threw three knights from their saddles; the second time he threw five of them. He threw me from my saddle, and in the beginning of the encounter, Zbyszko's horse reared and he was thrown. The prince took all the prizes from the hands of the beautiful Ryngalla, before whom he kneeled in full armor.
Only once he found himself facing one stronger than himself, but he stretched him in the lists, and that was the Mazovian Prince Henryk who was bishop here and who was enamored of the handsome Ryngalla. But Zbyszko was then a mere youth. For this reason he would be the only one, as sure as amen in prayer, to challenge this one whom I also have vowed to challenge and who is present here."
I will bring hostlers from the stables living on horse carrion and not accustomed to working on the land! What use will they be in Bogdaniec? Then I vowed to capture three German crests. Where will I find them among the Tartars?" "You made a vow because you were stupid; but your vow is not worth anything." "But my honor of wlodyka and knight? What about that?" "How was it with Ryngalla?"
"But he said that the marrow was not meat, and besides he had received permission to do it, because after sucking marrow, he used to have marvelous visions during his sleep and the next day he could prophesy until noontime." "Well, well!" answered Macko. "And the beautiful Ryngalla is a widow and she may call you to her service."
Then they went to Suraz, and afterward to Sluck, to the great sorrow of this youth, Zbyszko, who, according to the German custom, had selected the Princess Ryngalla to be the lady of his heart and had promised her eternal fidelity." "Bah!" suddenly interrupted Zbyszko, "it's true. When I heard that, I asked a pious hermit, living not far from Lublin, to absolve me from that vow."
"There are some beautiful ones," he said. "Ryngalla was charming." "Who is Ryngalla? Quick!" "What? you haven't heard about Ryngalla?" asked Macko. "We have not heard a word." "She was Witold's sister, and the wife of Henryk, Prince Mazowiecki." "You don't say! Which Prince Henryk? There was only one Prince Mazowiecki, elect of Plock, but he died." "The same one.
"Ryngalla poisoned the prince, and the hermit gave me absolution." "Then in Tyniec, the abbot will absolve you from this vow also. The abbot is greater than a hermit." "I don't want absolution!" Macko stopped and asked with evident anger: "Then how will it be?" "Go to Witold yourself, because I shall not go." "You knave! And who will bow to the king? Don't you pity my bones?"
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