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With your permission, I wish to make a vow and I will remain faithful to her under all circumstances until death." The princess was surprised, not on account of Zbyszko's words, but because everything had happened so suddenly.
Scabby sheep-skin coats but nothing else! How rich then I shall return to Bogdaniec! Then they will call me comes!" Macko was silent because there was a great deal of truth in Zbyszko's words; but after a while he said: "But Prince Witold will reward you." "Bah, you know; to one he gives too much, to another nothing." "Then tell me, where will you go?" "To Jurand of Spychow."
Here he looked into Zbyszko's eyes and asked: "Do you not regret Jagienka?" "May God give her health and the best of everything!" answered Zbyszko. Macko waited patiently for several days, hoping to receive some news from Zgorzelice, or to hear that the abbot's anger had been appeased; finally he became impatient and determined to go personally to see Zych.
It was daylight when they arrived; but after they announced themselves at the gate, it was dark before the bridge was lowered. They were received by Zbyszko's former acquaintance, Mikolaj of Dlugolas, who commanded the garrison consisting of a few knights and three hundred of the famous archers of Kurpie. To his great sorrow, Zbyszko learned that the court was absent.
"The Lord Jesus will help," said the princess, who entered just now and heard the end of the conversation. "Jurand cannot oppose it now, if only God will restore Zbyszko's health; but we must reward him also." "The best reward for him will be Danusia, and I think he will get her, for when the women resolve to accomplish some object, then even Jurand himself could not prevent them."
Zbyszko being quick tempered, was very angry, and immediately seized him by his moustache, and pulled out all the hair. On account of that I afterward fought until death or slavery." "What do you mean?" asked the Pan of Dlugolas. "Because the father took his son's part and I took Zbyszko's part; therefore we fought, in the presence of the guests, on level ground.
On the way it crossed Zbyszko's mind that perhaps he might find his wife Danuska dead, and he urged on his horse who waded up to his breast in snow, to his last breath. Fortunately it was not distant, a few furlongs at most. In the darkness voices were heard exclaiming: "Byway." They were those who had been left with the snow-covered people.
But Macko, who had already resolved to obtain, by whatever means possible, the protection and the princely influence, seeing that she was listening attentively, told her Zbyszko's and Danusia's ill luck. The narrative brought tears to her eyes, specially when she felt more than anybody the misfortune of her niece, and from her very soul she pitied her.
She had noticed also that he asked carefully about Macko, and that he listened eagerly to Zych's narration of Zbyszko's adventure in Krakow. "You know best what you ought to do," finally the clever girl said; "but I think that Zbyszko ought to go immediately and greet his elder relative, and not wait until the abbot comes to Bogdaniec."
Under some careful foot, the dried branches were crackling, the fallen leaves were rustling. Something was coming. From time to time the rustling ceased, as if the beast halted beneath the trees; then there was such quietude that Zbyszko's ears began to ring; then again slow, careful steps were heard. That approach was so cautious that Zbyszko was surprised.
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