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May God help the Order as it deserves!" said Macko. "I see I cannot make the grand master's acquaintance; let me at least fulfil my vow." But in spite of these words, he did not know what to do, and with deep grief he asked himself: "Where shall I look for Zbyszko, and where shall I find him?"
Then he began slowly to relate what had happened, while Macko listened eagerly, only interrupting with questions when what the Bohemian related was not quite clear to him. For instance, Glowacz could not give the exact time when Zbyszko had got married, as there had been no public marriage.
"There is some one on a piebald horse in the front," said Zbyszko. Then Zych exclaimed at once: "Dear Jesus! It must be Jagienka!" And he began to shout: "Jagna! Jagna!"
Zbyszko prostrated himself at the princess' feet, then at Danusia's; he promised her once more to be faithful and to meet her soon at Ciechanow or at Warszawa; finally he seized her in his strong arms, and having lifted her, he repeated with a voice full of emotion: "Remember me, my sweetest flower! Remember me, my little golden fish!"
According to Krakow time it would be about three hours.... Then Sanderus must be by this time among them, and has had time enough to tell them his adventure, provided he has not betrayed us." "He has not betrayed us," replied Zbyszko. "Provided they believe him," continued Macko; "if they do not, then it will be bad for him." "But why should they not believe him? Do they know of us? Him they know.
Zbyszko lying on the trunk beneath Jagienka, noticed that her elbow moved quietly and that her head was bent forward; evidently she had aimed at the animal which, not suspecting any danger, was swimming close by, toward the clear water. Finally the string of the crossbow twanged and at the same moment Jagienka cried: "I hit him! I hit him!"
Perhaps the noise of the fight of Macko and Zbyszko with the Germans contributed to fill her cup of terror, and it was just about that time that she was taken ill with that malady. Suffice it to say that the fever never left her from that moment until they reached the end of the journey.
Jagienka now played the lute for her and the princess loved her much, but not as much as the songstress. "Which Jagienka?" inquired Zbyszko with astonishment. "Jagienka of Wielgolasu, the granddaughter of the old lord of Wielgolasu. She is a fine girl. The Lotarynczyk fell in love with her." "Then is Sir de Lorche here?" "Where then should he be?
Grief and anger rendered her speechless for a while, and with wide opened eyes she stared at the Bohemian, which told him how unwelcome was the information he brought her. He therefore said: "I should also like to inform you, what we heard at Szczytno. There is much and important news." "Is it from Zbyszko?" "No, from Szczytno. You know...."
But they were frightened, standing face to face with a menacing man. Although the pontnik had an insolent face, he simply trembled like a leaf, and the woman's legs trembled also. She glanced from Jurand to Zbyszko, and then at the shining bald head of the priest Kaleb, and then again at Jurand, as if inquiring what the other two were doing there.
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