"As for food, he will tell you himself what he wishes to have; he likes to feast well, but if there be a great deal of saffron in the food, he will eat anything."
Macko hearing this, said:
"How can I get saffron for him!"
"I brought some," said Jagienka.
"Give us more such girls!" exclaimed the overjoyed Macko. "She is pretty, a good housekeeper, intelligent and good-hearted! Hej! if I were only younger I would take her immediately!"
Here Jagienka glanced at Zbyszko, and having sighed slightly, she said further:
"I brought also the dice, the goblet and the cloth, because after his meal, the abbot likes to play dice."
"He had the same habit formerly, and he used to get very angry."
"He gets angry sometimes now; then he throws the goblet on the ground and rushes from the room into the fields. Then he comes back smiling, and laughs at his anger. You know him! If one does not contradict him, you cannot find a better man in the world."
"And who would contradict him; is he not wiser and mightier than others?"
Thus they talked while Zbyszko was dressing in the alcove. Finally he came out, looking so beautiful that he dazzled Jagienka, as much as he did the first time he went to Zgorzelice in his white _jaka_. She regretted that this handsome knight was not hers, and that he was in love with another girl.
Macko was pleased because he thought that the abbot could not help liking Zbyszko and would be more lenient during their business transaction. He was so much pleased with this idea, that he determined to go also.
"Order the servants to prepare a wagon," said he to Zbyszko. "If I could travel from Krakow to Bogdaniec with an iron in my side, surely I can go now to Zgorzelice."
"If you only will not faint," said Jagienka.
"Ej! I will be all right, because I feel stronger already. And even if I faint, the abbot will see that I hastened to meet him, and will be more generous."
"I prefer your health to his generosity!" said Zbyszko.
But Macko was persistent and started for Zgorzelice. On the road he moaned a little, but he continued to give Zbyszko advice; he told him how to act in Zgorzelice, and especially recommended him to be obedient and humble in the presence of their mighty relative, who never would suffer the slightest opposition.
When they came to Zgorzelice, they found Zych and the abbot sitting in front of the house, looking at the beautiful country, and drinking wine.
Behind them, near the wall, sat six men of the abbot"s retinue; two of them were _rybalts_; one was a pilgrim, who could easily be distinguished by his curved stick and dark mantle; the others looked like seminarists because their heads were shaved, but they wore lay clothing, girdles of ox leather, and swords.
When Zych perceived Macko coming in the wagon, he rushed toward him; but the abbot, evidently remembering his spiritual dignity, remained seated, and began to say something to his seminarists. Zbyszko and Zych conducted the sick Macko toward the house.
"I am not well yet," said Macko, kissing the abbot"s hand, "but I came to bow to you, my benefactor; to thank you for your care of Bogdaniec, and to beg you for a benediction, which is most necessary for a sinful man."
"I heard you were better," said the abbot, placing his hand on Macko"s head; "and that you had promised to go to the grave of our late queen."
"Not knowing which saint"s protection to ask for, I made a vow to her."
"You did well!" said the abbot, enthusiastically; "she is better than all the others, if one only dare beseech her!"
In a moment his face became flushed with anger, his cheeks filled with blood, his eyes began to sparkle.
They were so used to his impetuosity, that Zych began to laugh and exclaimed:
"Strike, who believes in G.o.d!"
As for the abbot, he puffed loudly, and looked at those present; then laughed suddenly, and having looked at Zbyszko, he asked:
"Is that your nephew and my relation?"
Zbyszko bent and kissed his hand.
"I saw him when he was a small boy; I did not recognize him," said the abbot. "Show yourself!" And he began to look at him from head to foot, and finally said:
"He is too handsome! It is a girl, not a knight!"
"To this Macko replied:
"That girl used to go to dancing parties with the Germans; but those who took her, fell down and did not rise again."
"And he can stretch a crossbow without a crank!" exclaimed Jagienka.
The abbot turned toward her:
"Ah! Are you here?"
She blushed so much that her neck and ears became red, and answered:
"I saw him do it."
"Look out then, that he does not shoot you, because you will be obliged to nurse yourself for a long time."
At this the _rybalts_, the pilgrim and the seminarists broke out with great laughter, which confused Jagienka still more; the abbot took pity on her, and having raised his arm, he showed her his enormous sleeve, and said:
"Hide here, my dear girl!"
Meanwhile Zych a.s.sisted Macko to the bench and ordered some wine for him.
Jagienka went to get it. The abbot turned to Zbyszko and began to talk thus:
"Enough of joking! I compared you to a girl, not to humiliate you, but to praise your beauty, of which many girls would be proud. But I know that you are a man! I have heard about your deeds at Wilno, about the Fryzes, and about Krakow. Zych has told me all about it, understand!"
Here he began to look intently into Zbyszko"s eyes, and after a while he said:
"If you have promised three peac.o.c.ks" tufts, then search for them! It is praiseworthy and pleasing to G.o.d to persecute the foes of our nation.
But, if you have promised something else, I will release you from the vow."
"Hej!" said Zbyszko; "when a man promises something in his soul to the Lord Jesus, who has the power to release him?"
Macko looked with fear at the abbot; but evidently he was in an excellent humor, because instead of becoming angry, he threatened Zbyszko with his finger and said:
"How clever you are! But you must be careful that you do not meet the same fate that the German, Beyhard, did."
"What happened to him?" asked Zych.