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It was in the afternoon that the princess left hospitable Tyniec and went toward Krakow. Often the knights of those times, coming into larger cities or castles to visit some eminent person, used to put on their entire battle armor.
Zbyszko stood at Danusia's side and began to tell her that from the hill one could see Krakow; at the same time Macko was telling one of the rybalts about the extraordinary strength of the Pan of Taczew, who had broken the spear in Zbyszko's hand, as though it were a dry stem. "And why did he break it?" asked the rybalt. "Because the boy in fun attacked the German."
Drowsily Hattie Krakow turned on her pillow, but her senses were too weary to follow her mind's dictate. "Sara! 'Smatter, Sara? 'Smat-ter?" Hattie's tired hand crept toward her friend; but her volition would not carry it across and it fell inert across the coverlet. "'Smatter, dearie?" "N-nothin'." "'Smat-ter, dear-ie?" "N-nothin'."
"He would like to, but does not know whether he will be able to do so; therefore he sent a silver cradle to the queen for a present. My nephew and I brought that cradle." "Then the cradle is here? I would like to see it! All silver?" "All silver; but it is not here. The Basilians took it to Krakow." "And what are you doing in Tyniec?"
"Princess Anna Danuta," said one of the townsmen, "she is Kiejstutowna, Janusz Mazowiecki's wife. She was in Krakow two weeks, but she went to Zator to visit Prince Waclaw, and now she is coming back." "Uncle Gamroth," said the other townsman, "let us go to the barn and sleep on the hay; the company is too high for us."
"Come on; you're dolled up enough." "My my gloves I I forgot 'em. You you can go on, Hat." And she must burrow back beneath the counter. Miss Krakow let out a snort, as fiery with scorn as though flames were curling on her lips. "Hanging round to see whether he's coming, ain't you? To think they shot Lincoln and let him live!
The princess being fond of Zbyszko, received this news with sadness and became very uneasy. "The Bishop of Krakow is a friend of mine," said Powala; "I will ask him and also the queen to intercede; but the more protectors he has, the better it will be for the lad."
But when the old knight assured her that there was as much difference between Sieradz and Krakow as there is between a firebrand and the sun, she would not believe her own ears, because it appeared to her an impossibility that another city could be found in the world which could be equal to Sieradz.
"It is always like a fair," answered one of the rybalts; "how long since you were here, sir?" "A very long time ago. I wonder at it just as much as if I saw it now for the first time, because we are returning from a wild country." "They say that Krakow has grown very much since the time of King Jagiello."
It seems that Prince Witold went to Krakow to interview the king and ask his permission and help." "But in the neighborhood are the fortresses of the Knights of the Cross. If only two could be taken, we might find there Jurandowna, or hear of her death." "Or nothing." "But Zygfried brought her to this part of the country.
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