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Updated: May 9, 2025
The very reason of his conveying good news to Spychow troubled his mind, as it would be the source of misfortune to Jagienka. The beautiful face of Sieciechowna, as red as an apple, often appeared before his eyes. On such occasions, he would, if the road permitted, tickle the horse's sides with his spurs, because he wanted to reach Spychow as soon as possible.
Here everybody was his friend; there Jurand might even refuse to receive him, or listen to him, especially if he were bound by a vow, or some other unknown reason as strong as a religious vow. Then how could he go to Spychow, when he was sick and hardly able to move in bed.
The knights did not doubt that Jurand of Spychow would give his consent, especially if Zbyszko avenged the death of Danusia's mother and captured the peacock tufts. "But as for Lichtenstein," said Zawisza, "I do not think he will accept your challenge, because he is a friar, and also one of the officers in the Order. Bah!
Macko sat on the bed and for a while breathed heavily. "What was the matter?" said he, finally. "Hardly had I passed the frontier, before the Germans whom I met in the forest, wounded me with a crossbow. Raubritters! You know! I cannot breathe! God sent me help, otherwise you would not see me here." "Who rescued you?" "Jurand of Spychow," answered Macko. There was a moment of silence.
And he thought in his soul that if they wanted him to restore von Bergow, he would do so; if they demanded an additional payment he would give it, even if he had to throw into the price Spychow entire; but then, woe to those who had raised their hands against this his only child! Throughout the whole night, sleep did not close their eyelids for a moment.
"Because I wished to see Princess Alexandra and get another letter from her. Jurand of Spychow said 'Go and bring the letter to Spychow. I have a few Germans imprisoned here.
Immediately afterward, her emaciated hands began to twitch and flutter upon the rug covering her. That lasted only for a moment. No doubt was left now that she had expired. Horrified and in despair, Zbyszko began to beg her, as though his entreaties could avail: "Danuska! Oh, merciful Jesus!... Only wait till we come to Spychow! Wait! Wait, I beseech you! Oh, Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"
I also heard sad singing proceeding from the litter...." Zbyszko grew pale with emotion; he sat down on the stump and was unable to ask another question for a while. Macko and the Bohemian were also much moved at this great and important news. The latter, probably, thought about his beloved lady who remained at Spychow, and upon whom this news would fall like a doom.
The nearest horseman, who did not hear the question bent toward him. "What did you say, sir?" "I asked whether there were many guests at the prince's?" "As customary: there are enough." "But is the lord of Spychow there?" "He is not there, but they expect him. People ware dispatched to meet him too." "With torches?" "If the weather permits."
After a while though, a heavy flap, visible behind a grate built in stone near the castle gate, was raised with a crash, and in the opening appeared the bearded head of a German servant. "Wer da?" inquired a harsh voice. "Jurand of Spychow!" replied the knight. Immediately the flap was closed again and deep silence followed. Time passed.
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