"I believe he will not find it," interrupted Macko. "Just as one cannot drive a nail without a hammer, so are man's wishes without the will of God." "What are you talking about?" cried Jagienka. But Macko replied with another query. "Did he say to you that Zbyszko went for Jurandowna? It seems to me that he did."
Moreover, he is my godfather and benefactor. If he were well I would have sought his protection all the same because the people fear him." "I shall not dispute that," said Macko, who as a matter of fact, would be glad that Jagienka should not go with him, for he well knew the Knights of the Cross, and he was thoroughly convinced that Danuska would never come out alive from their hands.
Macko liked the advice; therefore he called Zbyszko and said to him: "Dress yourself beautifully; then go and bow to the abbot, and pay him respect; perhaps he will take a fancy to you." Then he turned to Jagienka: "I would not be surprised if you were stupid, because you are a woman; but I am astonished to find that you have such good sense.
Silence again reigned and the noise of the crickets was still audible. But almost with filial love, Jagienka was suddenly overcome with great pity for the unhappy old man. At the first impulse she rushed to his side, grasped his hand and covered it with kisses and tears. "And I too am an orphan!" she exclaimed, with swelling heart. "I am not a boy, but am Jagienka of Zgorzelice.
"I should like, your honor ..." replied the Bohemian, "I should like to inquire yet, what to tell the people?" "Which people?" "Not those in Bogdaniec, but in the neighborhood.... Because they will surely like to find out!" At that Zbyszko, who determined not to conceal anything, looked at him sharply and said: "You do not care for the people, but for Jagienka of Zgorzelice."
I just recollect," said the old man, "when they invaded this country, they burned the town and castles. Yes, they even massacred the infants in the cradles, but their terrible end came. Hey! It was a fine fight. I can see the battle now with my eyes closed...." He closed his eyes and was silent, gently moving the ashes until Jagienka, who could wait no longer, asked: "How was it?"
Jagienka and Sieciechowa, who slept in the alcove near the large room, also heard the sound of little footsteps upon the ceiling and walls during the night-time. They were apparently not afraid of it, because at Zgorzelice they were accustomed to croaking birds.
His sad thoughts were interrupted by Jagienka who said: "They are soon cured after Zbyszko's beating; but even if they come here every day, it will not benefit them!" Macko looked and saw that the girl's face was red with anger, and that her blue eyes sparkled with indignation, although she knew very well that Cztan and Wilk had taken her part in the inn, and had been beaten on her account.
"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!"
"Yes, she is his wife." Jagienka made no reply to this, but at home, after supper, when Jasko and the younger brother were put to bed, she ordered a pitcher of mead. Then she turned to the Bohemian and asked: "Perhaps you want to retire. I wish to continue our conversation." The Bohemian, although tired, was ready to chatter even till morning.