Then the Bohemian replied:
"Bah! There is, I am sure, a simple means. Give me the hangman and I will keep him and bring him to Jurand at Spychow and shake him out of the sack."
"How clever you are! May G.o.d grant you health," exclaimed Macko, joyfully. "It is a very simple thing, quite simple. Should you succeed in bringing him to Spychow alive then do with him as you please."
"Then let me also have that Szczytno b.i.t.c.h, and if she is not troublesome on the road, I will bring her too to Spychow, if she is, then I shall hang her on a tree."
"The removal of the pair, whose presence causes much fear to Da.n.u.sia, may contribute to her speedy recovery. But if you take the female servant with you, who is going to nurse Da.n.u.sia?"
"You may find some old woman in the wilderness, or one of the fugitive peasant women; take hold of the first one you meet, for any one will be better than this. Meanwhile, you must take care of lady Zbyszko."
"You speak to-day somewhat more prudently than usually. Seeing that Zbyszko is constantly with her, he will also succeed in filling the double position, that of father and mother, for her. Very well, then.
When do you intend to start?"
"I shall not wait for the dawn; now I must lie down for a while, it is scarcely midnight yet."
"The Wagoner[117] is already in the sky, but the chickens[117] had not yet made their appearance."
"Thank G.o.d that we have taken some counsel together, for I was very much troubled."
Then the Bohemian stretched himself near the expiring fire, covered himself over with the long furred robe and in a moment he fell asleep.
However, the sky had not yet paled and it was still deep, dark night when he awoke, crept from under the skin, looked at the stars, and stretching his somewhat benumbed limbs, he awoke Macko.
"It is time for me to move," he said.
"Whither?" asked the semi-conscious Macko, rubbing his eyes with his fists.
"To Spychow."
"True, I quite forgot. Who is there snoring so loud as to awake the dead?"
"The knight Arnold. Let me throw a few branches upon the embers, then I will go to the men."
Then he left, and hastily returned in a little while, and from a distance he called in a low voice:
"Sir, there is news, bad news!"
"What has happened?" Macko exclaimed, jumping to his feet.
"The servant has escaped. The men took her among the horses. May thunder strike them, and when they fell asleep, she sneaked like a serpent from among them and escaped. Come, sir!"
Macko, in alarm, moved quickly with the Bohemian toward the horses, where they found only one man, the others had scattered in pursuit of the fugitive. But, considering the darkness of the night and the thickets of the forest, the search was a foolish undertaking, and after a while they returned with hanging heads. Macko began to belabor them quietly with his fists. Then he returned to the fireplace, for there was nothing to be done.
Zbyszko, who was watching in the hut and did not sleep, came in, hearing the movements, to ascertain the reason. Macko told him all about his consultation with the Bohemian, then he also informed him of the woman"s escape.
"It is not a great misfortune," he said. "Because she will either die of starvation, or fall into the hands of the peasants who will flay her; that is, if she succeeds first in escaping the wolves. It is only to be regretted that she escaped the punishment at Spychow."
Zbyszko also regretted her escaping punishment at Spychow; otherwise he received the news quietly. He did not oppose the departure of the Bohemian with Zygfried, because he was indifferent to anything which did not directly concern Da.n.u.sia. He began to talk about her at once.
"I shall take her in front of me on horseback to-morrow, then we shall proceed."
"How is it there? Is she asleep?" inquired Macko.
"At times she moans, but I do not know whether she does it in sleep or whilst she is awake, but I don"t want to disturb her, lest I frighten her."
Further conversation was interrupted by the Bohemian, who observing Zbyszko, exclaimed:
"O! your honor, also here! It is now time for me to start. The horses are ready and the old devil is fastened to the saddle. It will soon begin to dawn because now the nights are short. Good-bye, your grace!"
"G.o.d be with you, and health!"
But Hlawa pulled Macko aside again and said:
"I wish also to ask you kindly, that in case anything should happen....
You know, sir ... some misfortune or another ... you would dispatch a courier posthaste to Spychow. If we have left Spychow, let him overtake us."
"Well," said Macko, "I have also forgotten to tell you to take Jagienka to Plock. Do you understand? Go there to the bishop, and tell him who she is, that she is the G.o.ddaughter of the abbot, for whom there is a will in the bishop"s possession; then ask his guardianship for her, as that is also mentioned in the abbot"s will."
"But if the bishop orders us to remain in Plock?"
"Then obey him in everything and follow his counsel."
"It shall be so, sir! Good-bye!"
"Good-bye!"
CHAPTER II.
Sir Arnold was informed in the morning of the flight of the servant of the Order; he chuckled at the news, on the other hand he held the same opinion as Macko, viz, that she might fall a prey to the wolves, or be slain by the Lithuanians. The latter was not at all improbable, since the inhabitants of that locality who were descendants of the Lithuanians abhorred the Order and all those who came in contact with it. Some of the male population had joined Skirwoillo, others had risen in arms and slaughtered the Germans here and there; they, their families and their cattle hid themselves in the inaccessible fastnesses of the forest. They searched the following day for the servant, but without success, because Macko and Zbyszko were occupied with more important matters; hence the lack of indispensable ardor in the searchers.
They were obliged to push on toward Mazowsze; they wished to start at once, at the rising of the sun, but they were unable to do so because Da.n.u.ska was in a profound sleep, and Zbyszko would not permit her to be disturbed.
He listened to her moanings during the night-time and thought that she was not asleep. He, therefore, promised himself good results. Twice he stealthily went into the hut; twice he saw by the light falling through crevices of the logs her closed eyes, open mouth and glowing face, as little children are wont to have when asleep. His tears melted his heart at that sight, and he said to her:
"May G.o.d grant you health my most beloved little flower." Then he continued: "Your troubles are ended, your tears are ended. May the most merciful Lord Jesus grant that your happiness may be as inexhaustible as the flowing river."
Then, lifting up his simple and upright heart heavenward, he asked himself: "With what can I thank Thee? What shall I render to Thee for Thy favors? Shall I offer to the Church some of my wealth, grain, herds, wax, or something of the same nature acceptable to G.o.d?" He was even about to vow and name accurately his offerings, but he wished to wait and see the result when Da.n.u.sia awoke, whether she had recovered her senses so that there might be reason for thanksgiving.
Although Macko knew well that there would be perfect safety when once in the domains of Prince Ja.n.u.sz, nevertheless he was also of the opinion that it was better not to disturb Da.n.u.sia"s rest. He therefore kept his horses and servants in readiness but waited.
Nevertheless when it was past noon and Da.n.u.sia continued to sleep, they were somewhat alarmed. Zbyszko, who was incessantly watching, looking through the crevices and door, entered suddenly for the third time into the hut and sat down upon the block where the servant had dressed Da.n.u.sia yesterday.
He sat and gazed at her, but she had her eyes closed. But after the lapse of a short time, not more than it takes to say one "Pater" and "Ave Maria," her lips began to twitch a little, and she whispered as though she saw through her closed eyelids:
"Zbyszko...."