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Updated: June 10, 2025
"I will help you, and you can be sure of Danusia's constancy. Only yesterday I said to her: 'Danusia, will you always love Zbyszko? And she answered: 'I will be Zbyszko's and no one else's. She is still a green berry, but when she promises anything, she keeps her word, because she is the daughter of a knight. Her mother was like her." "Thank God!" said Zbyszko.
In that way I will help you to avenge the death of Danusia's mother." "Woe to them!" answered Jurand. Then there was silence again. But Zbyszko, having noticed that by showing his hatred of the Germans, he would capture Jurand's heart, said: "I will not forgive them! They nearly caused my death." Here he turned to Danusia and added: "She saved me." "I know," said Jurand. "Are you angry?"
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.
These questions filled his heart with fear, because he now cared for Danusia more than for anything else in the world. He was only encouraged by the thought that perhaps Jurand would praise him for having attacked Lichtenstein, because he had done it to avenge Danusia's mother; and in consequence had nearly lost his own head.
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.
He beheld before him a gigantic man with fallow hair and moustache, with a face pitted with smallpox and one eye of iron-like color. It seemed to him as if this eye would pierce him, and he again became confused. Finally, not knowing what to say, but wishing to say something to break the embarrassing silence, he asked: "Then you are Jurand of Spychow, Danusia's father?"
Every moment the noise increased, because children here and there began to cry on the porches, and finally, at the very side of the princess, a youthful, sobbing, female voice called out: "For Danusia, Zbyszko! for Danusia!" Zbyszko knew well that it was for Danusia's sake. He was sure that this Teuton had assisted in her capture, and in fighting him, he fought for her wrongs.
Therefore shaking Danusia's gloves, he began to shout, half mirthfully, half angrily: "Come, you dog-brothers with peacock's crests, come!" But at that moment the same monk who had been there before entered the inn, and with him two superior ones. The servants of the monastery carried willow baskets which contained bottles of wine and some tidbits.
Nevertheless, he heard and understood everything, for when Hlawa told the story of Danusia's woes, two large drops of tears rolled down his cheeks from the hollows of his eyes. Only one earthly feeling still remained in his breast, and that was love for his child. Then his blue lips began to move in prayer. The first distant thunderclaps were heard outside.
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