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But now, being irritated by the words of Zyndram of Maszkow, he looked at him sharply with his grey eyes and said: "We shall see." "Our fathers saw at Plowce and at Wilno," answered Zyndram. "Pax vobiscum!" exclaimed Kropidlo. "Pax, pax!

To this Zyndram of Maszkow said: "This peace will not last long. There cannot be a good understanding with the wolf, because he must live on the goods of others." "In the meantime, perhaps we will be obliged to fight with Tymur the Lame," said Powala. "Prince Witold was defeated by Edyga; that is certain." "Certain. Wojewoda Spytko will not return," said Paszko Zlodziej of Biskupice.

Then came Lis of Targowisko, Farurej and Krzon of Kozieglowy, with Marcin of Wrocimowice and finally Zyndram of Maszkow; everyone brought rich presents. Zbyszko welcomed them with a joyful heart, feeling very happy on account of the presents and because the most famous knights in the kingdom were showing him their friendship.

"Here is a penny from me, because you have said a clever thing," said Kropidlo, "but remember that if the rope break, the beehive keeper break his neck. Those drones from Malborg, by whom Dobrzyn is beset, have stings, and it is dangerous to climb to the beehives." "Owa!" exclaimed Zyndram of Maszkow, the sword bearer of Krakow, "one can smoke them out!" "With what?" "With powder."

To this Zyndram of Maszkow, who especially hated the Order, said bitterly: "I do not know about the princes; but the Knights of the Cross are ready to become friends even with the Tartars and attack us from the other side." "Then we shall have a war!" exclaimed Zbyszko. "I am against the Krzyzaks!" But the other knights began to contradict Zyndram.

Prince Witold is a man full of expedients, and you may be sure he took precautions; and even if this time the Lithuanians were not successful, at any rate it is not a new thing for them to overcome the Tartars." "We have to fight for life and death; not with the Tartars but with the Germans," said Zyndram of Maszkow, "and if we do not crush them, our peril will come from them."

Then he turned toward Zbyszko: "And in the first place Mazowsze will perish. You will always find plenty to do there; be not afraid!" "Hej! if my uncle were well, I would go there immediately." "God help you!" said Powala, raising a glass. "Yours and Danusia's health!" "To the destruction of the Germans!" added Zyndram of Maszkow. Then they began to say farewell.

He was a small man and looked like a boy, but broad shouldered and strong, his chest protuded so much that it looked like a deformity, his hands were long, they almost reached his knees. In general he resembled Zyndram of Maszkow, a famous knight, whom Macko and Zbyszko had formerly known in Krakow, because he also had a tremendous head and bowed legs.