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Updated: June 21, 2025
Then Jagienka smiled that all of them took the pitch-burner to be the devil, and he thought them to be the same. Anulka and Sieciechowa laughed at Macko's words, when he said: "Your eyes are not yet dry from weeping for Hlawa; now you are laughing?" The Bohemian looked at the girl, he observed her eyelids which were still moist, then he asked: "Did you cry for me?"
Macko's horse, which received a blow from a battle-axe in the shin, reared and stood up on his hind legs, then fell forward burying his nostrils in the ground. For a while death was hovering above the old knight; but he was experienced and had seen many battles, and was full of resources in accidents.
They asked him about his departure and Macko's health, recommending to the latter, different remedies which would miraculously heal wounds. But Macko recommended Zbyszko to their care, being ready himself for the other world. He said that it was impossible to live with an iron spear head between the ribs. He complained also that he spit blood and could not eat.
Jagienka herself melted a large pot of bear's grease. Macko drank the first quart willingly, because it was fresh, and smelt good. Jagienka put the rest of it in a pot. Macko's hope increased; he was sure he would be cured. "That is what I needed," said he. "When all parts inside of me become greasy, then that dog's splinter will slip out."
The Bohemian smiled at Macko's greed which often betrayed him. "The young lord need not consider such trifles now," he said, "Spychow is a large estate." "It is a large estate; what of it, it is not yet his." "Then whose is it?" Macko rose from his seat. "Speak! and Jurand?" "Jurand is a prisoner, and dying, in the hands of the Knights of the Cross.
It would be quite another thing if he were married to Jagienka!... Moczydoly was not to be scorned; it was spacious and well stocked. Such a girl, like an apple-tree in the orchard, would bring forth every year without fail. Thus Macko's regret was greater than his joy at the prospect of the possession of the new estate.
"That is why they all seemed to have forgotten me here; she was sick." Having said this, Zbyszko began to walk up and down the room; finally he seized Macko's hand, kissed it, and said: "May God reward you for everything! If you die, I will be the cause of your death. Before you get any worse, you must do one thing more.
When the reading was over, Zbyszko struck himself several times on the chest, repeating; "God be merciful to me, a sinner!" Then he arose and threw himself in Macko's arms, who began to kiss his head and eyes.
"I am doing the right thing," said Wolfgang, who was evidently flattered by Macko's words. They sat down at the fireside, and began to eat and drink. The lesson which Macko had given to the German was not in vain. Wolfgang regaled Macko first at the repast. The old knight learned, from the conversation which followed, how they were caught in the trap.
But she began to smile through her tears, and to look at the abbot as if she wished to ask him how he knew it. Meanwhile, Zbyszko having returned to Krzesnia, went directly to the priest, because he really wished to have a mass read for Macko's health; after having settled about that, he went to the inn, where he expected to find young Wilk of Brzozowa, and Cztan of Rogow.
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