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Updated: May 5, 2025
The fires shone brightly in front of the tents, and round them were standing the huntsmen who were dressed in coats made of sheepskins, foxskins, wolfskins and bearskins, and having the hair turned outside. It seemed to Sir de Lorche that he saw some wild beasts standing on two legs, because the majority of these men had caps made of the heads of animals.
To this the starosta of Szczytno, who was short, stood on his toes and whispered in the ear of the Lotaringer: "The devil's daughter." De Lorche looked at him; then he frowned and began to say through his nose: "A knight who talks against beauty is not gallant." "I wear golden spurs, and I am a monk," answered Hugo von Danveld, proudly.
Then he ordered the Bohemian to keep watch over de Lorche who was still unconscious; he stirred up the people and hurried on along the road toward Skirwoilla to lend him affective assistance in case of emergency. But after a long march he came across a deserted battlefield that resembled the former, being covered with German and Zmudzian corpses.
Sir de Lorche kneeled again, and leaning with both hands on the hilt of his sword, looked like a knight who beholds a vision. The young people repeated the priest's words: "I ... take you ..." and those sweet quiet words were accompanied again by the singing of the crickets in the chimney and the crackling in the fireplace.
But he had scarcely glanced in the face of the knight, when he started back and exclaimed: "Master! master! please only look here!" "De Lorche!" shouted Zbyszko. And there lay de Lorche pale and motionless as a corpse, with closed eyes and face covered with perspiration.
Then Sir de Lorche first kneeled before the princess, then before Danusia; then he arose and stood silently, clad in his armor, on which the red light of the fire was playing. He stood motionless, as if plunged in ecstasy, because for him also, that white girl with a wreath of immortelles on her brow seemed like the picture of an angel, seen on the window of a Gothic cathedral.
De Lorche had already been informed by Hlawa that he was a prisoner and therefore he came in looking cool and haughty, and the light of the flames revealed defiance and contempt in his countenance. "Thank God," Zbyszko said, "that He delivered you in my hands, because nothing evil shall happen to you by me." Then he extended a friendly hand; but de Lorche did not even move.
Of course Danveld did not say anything to Sir de Lorche about that occurrence, but instead he complained so bitterly about Jurand's atrocities and the audacity of the whole Polish nation, that the Lotaringer could not comprehend all he was saying, and said: "But we are in the country of the Mazurs and not of the Polaks."
In the room, besides Jurand, he met Father Wyszoniek and the princess, also the prince and de Lorche, as well as the old knight of Dlugolas, whom the prince, having heard of the affair, summoned also to council on account of his wisdom and extensive knowledge of the Teutons, who had kept him for a number of years in slavery.
De Lorche having listened, nodded to signify that he understood; then having stretched his hand toward Zbyszko, he pressed the palm three times, which according to the knightly custom, meant that they must fight, no matter when or where. Then in an apparent good understanding, they moved on toward the castle of Ciechanow, whose towers one could see reflected on the pink sky.
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