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Updated: May 23, 2025
In days of yore it had been a numerous family of wlodykas. During the war their cry was: "Grady!" On their shields, because they claimed to be better wlodykas than the others who had no right to a coat of arms, they had emblazoned a Tempa Podkowa. In 1331, in the battle of Plowce, seventy warriors from Bogdaniec were killed in the marshes by German archers. Only one Wojciech, called Tur, escaped.
But evidently Macko of Bogdaniec was not a braggart, because he answered modestly: "Those who had just returned from foreign lands, attacked us readily; but after they tried once or twice, they attacked us with less assurance, because our people are hardened and they reproached us for that hardness: 'You despise, they used to say,'death, but you help the Saracens, and you will be damned for it. And with us the deadly grudge increased, because their taunt is not true!
"Forever and ever," replied Macko. Then she observed the kneeling Bohemian at her feet and bent toward him. "From my soul I am glad to see you, Hlawa, but why did you leave your master behind?" "He sent me away, most gracious lady." "What were his orders?" "He ordered me to go to Bogdaniec." "To Bogdaniec?... What else?"
But Zbyszko contracted his brow and in his face was depicted that determination so characteristic of the looks of the men of Bogdaniec, for at that moment he looked as if he were Macko's own son. "What I should also like," he said, in low tones, "is to have that bloody dog Zygfried crushed under Jurand's feet! May God grant it!" "Grant it, God! grant it!" immediately repeated Macko.
The guests glanced at the youth who laughed mirthfully, and putting his long hair behind his ears, placed the mug of beer to his mouth. The older knight added: "Even if we would like to return, we have no place to go." "How is that?" asked one of the nobles. "Where are you from, and what do they call you?" "I am Macko of Bogdaniec, and this lad, the son of my brother, calls himself Zbyszko.
Another servant who had been sent to Bogdaniec to inform Macko that the abbot was going to pay him a visit, returned, having fulfilled the commission and reported that he had seen Zbyszko playing dice with the old man.
"In Przasnysz, we shall only feed the horses and warm ourselves a little and then immediately continue our journey." "To Ciechanow?" "First to Ciechanow, to pay homage to the court and attend worship." "After that?" inquired Glowacz. Zbyszko smiled and replied, "Afterward, who knows, may be to Bogdaniec."
This treasure was destined to redeem Bogdaniec from his pledge. But the young Zbyszko did not hear the invitation, because he had rushed to his wagon which was guarded by his servants, to procure better apparel for himself. He ordered his chests carried to a room in the inn and there he began to dress.
Zych of Zgorzelice, who was noted for his kind heart and readiness to oblige, began to insist: but Macko was firm: "If I must die, it will be better to die in my own courtyard!" He had longed to see Bogdaniec for several years, therefore now, when he was so near it, he must go there, even if it were his last night. God was merciful, having permitted him who was so ill, to reach here.
They despise the married women, but greatly respect the girls to whom they attribute great power. They say that if a girl rubs a man with dried leaves, it will stop colic." "It's worth while to have colic, if the women are beautiful!" exclaimed Uncle Eyertreter. "Ask Zbyszko about it," answered Macko of Bogdaniec. Zbyszko laughed so heartily that the bench began to shake beneath him.
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