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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Rety! Uncle! Zych of Zgorzelice is here!" shouted Zbyszko. They began to greet each other joyfully because Zych was really their neighbor, and also a good man of whom everybody was very fond on account of his mirth. "Well, how are you?" asked he, shaking hands with Macko. "Still hoc, or no more hoc!" "Hej, no more hoc!" answered Macko. "But I see you gladly.
You know what Danusia did for me in Krakow, but you do not know that they proposed to me Jagienka of Bogdaniec, the daughter of Zych of Zgorzelice. My uncle, Macko, was in favor of it, also her parents and Zych; a relative, an abbot, a wealthy man as well.... What is the use of many words? an honest girl and a beautiful woman and the dowry respectable also. But it could not be.
The next day after their arrival at Bogdaniec, Macko and Zbyszko began to look around their old home; they soon realized that Zych of Zgorzelice was right when he told them that at first they would be uncomfortable. With the farming they could get along quite well. There were several fields cultivated by the peasants whom the abbot had settled there.
Jagienka sprang to the closet and brought out a jug of wine, two beautiful silver goblets, engraved by a silversmith of Wroclaw and a couple of cheese. Zych, being a little intoxicated, began to hug the jug and said to it as if he were talking to his daughter: "Oj, my dear girl! What shall I do, poor man, when they take you from Zgorzelice; what shall I do?"
They stood for a while silently, looking distrustfully; but finally one of them having recognized that they were knights, answered: "To the ksiondz, the abbot of Tulcza." "Our relative," said Macko, "the same who holds Bogdaniec in pledge. These must be his forests; but he must have purchased them a short time ago." "He did not buy them," answered Zych.
Zych received him with open arms, with joy and with singing; as for Jagienka, when she entered, she stopped as if she were rooted to the ground and almost dropped the bucket of wine which she was carrying; she thought that a son of some king had arrived. She became timid and sat silently, rubbing her eyes from time to time as if she would like to awaken from a dream.
Let him come!" exclaimed the wandering seminarists, seizing the hilts of their swords. "I would like to have him attack me! I am longing for a fight." "He will not do that," said Zych. "It is more likely that he will come to bow to you. He gave up the forests, and now he is anxious about his son. You know! But he can wait a long time!"
He brushed away the tears gathered under his eyelids, with his hand, looked around and said: "If these are the woods of Wilk of Bizozowa we will be home this afternoon." "They do not belong to Wilk of Bizozowa any longer; but to the abbot," said Zych. Macko smiled and said after awhile: "If they belong to the abbot, then sometime, they may belong to us."
Here be turned to his retinue. "Stop!" They halted. The horns resounded nearer, and soon afterward the baying of dogs was heard. "Stop!" repeated Zych. "They are coming toward us." Zbyszko jumped from his horse and began to shout: "Give me the crossbow! The beast may attack us! Hasten! Hasten!"
Zbyszko was amazed at hearing such an answer; meantime, the song stopped and the same voice asked: "And how is the old man Macko? Does he still breathe?" Macko rose in the wagon and said: "For God's sake, they are some of our people!" Zbyszko rushed forward. "Who asks about Macko?" "A neighbor. Zych of Zgorzelice. I have looked for you for a week and inquired about you from all on the road."
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