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Upon that, Jurand stopped his horse and looked at Zbyszko, blinking his eyes with astonishment. "What do you say?" he inquired. "I say that she is my wife and I am her husband." The knight of Spychow brushed his eyes with his sleeve, as if he were dazed by a sudden thunder-stroke, and after awhile, without a word of reply, he urged his horse forward to the head of the troop and rode on silently.
Then Zbyszko embraced the feet of the princess; she welcomed him, and asked about Macko, whether he was alive or not, and if alive whether he had accompanied Zbyszko. Finally when the servants brought in warm dishes, she said to Zbyszko: "Serve us, dear little knight, and perhaps not only now at the table, but forever."
Having heard this, Danusia seized "the lord" by his knees; then caught the knightly insignia with one hand and the pot of porridge with the other, and rushed to the room where Zbyszko was lying. The princess, not wishing to lose the sight of their joy, followed her. Zbyszko was very ill, but having perceived Danusia, he turned his pale face toward her and asked: "Has the Czech returned?"
Zbyszko knew that the monks could not fight in single combat: but having heard that there was a secular knight with them, he wanted to challenge him especially, thinking that by doing so he would win Jurand's favor. But that knight was lying slaughtered like an ox, by the four Knights of the Cross.
Finally when they were near the other shore, she said: "Zbyszku!" "What?" "I care neither for Cztan, nor for Wilk." As he placed her on the shore, he answered excitedly: "May God give you the best I He will not be wronged." The Odstajny lake was not far away now. Jagienka walking in front, turned from time to time, and putting a finger on her lips, ordered Zbyszko to be silent.
"That he might give me a safe conduct to travel through the country belonging to the Knights of the Cross, that will enable me to render assistance to Zbyszko in case of need." "Does such proceeding deserve praise?" inquired the princess with a smile. "Yes! It does," replied Macko.
"I have sworn; although I am a prisoner from Boleslawiec and a poor boy, still I am a wlodyczka." Zbyszko became angry: "Go away! What; are you going to serve me against my will? Go away, before I order my servants to bend their crossbows." But the Czech quietly untied a broadcloth mantle, lined with wolf-skins, handed it to Zbyszko and said: "Panna Jagienka sent you this, also, sir."
"There is another proof," replied Sanderus; "let one who wishes take a note of it; yet it is better to believe a man's word than to condemn him as one who does not tell the truth." "Although you sometimes unwillingly tell the truth, you will howl for simony." And they began to tease each other as they formerly did, but Zbyszko interrupted their chatter.
And like a whirlwind he rushed into the clearing; the others did the same, but they only succeeded in reaching Sanderus. The terrible Macko caught hold of old Zygfried by the breast, bent him backward and in a moment held him under him. Zbyszko and Arnold grasped each other like two hawks, with their arms intertwined and began to struggle fiercely with each other.
Hearing this, Zbyszko put both his hands on his neck, and raising his head, said: "Hej, Mighty God! To have a horse and to ride on fields, on large ones! It is dreadful for a young man to perish! It is dreadful!" "People perish on horseback!" answered Macko. "Bah! But how many they kill before!"
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