"Ah, sir! I fear that he is infected with Wiklef"s heresy. If, as your shield-bearer told me, you are going to Sieradz, it will be better for me not to show myself to him, because I do not want to lead him into the sin of blasphemy against holy things."
"This means, speaking frankly, that he thinks that you are a swindler."
"If the question were about myself, I would pardon him for the sake of brotherly love; but he has blasphemed against my holy wares, for which, I am very much afraid, he will be eternally d.a.m.ned."
"What kind of holy wares have you?"
"It is not right to talk about them with covered head; but this time, having many indulgences ready, I give you, sir, permission to keep your cowl on, because the wind is blowing again. For that you will buy an indulgence and the sin will not be counted against you. What have I not?
I have a hoof of the a.s.s on which the Holy Family rode during the flight into Egypt; it was found near the pyramids. The king of Aragon offered me fifty ducats for it. I have a feather from the wings of the archangel Gabriel, which he dropped during the annunciation; I have the heads of two quails, sent to the Israelites in the desert; I have the oil in which the heathen wanted to fry St. John; a step of the ladder about which Jacob dreamed; the tears of St. Mary of Egypt and some rust of St.
Peter"s keys. But I cannot mention any more. I am very cold and your shield-bearer would not give me any wine."
"Those are great relics, if they are authentic!" said Zbyszko.
"If they are authentic? Take the spear from your attendant and aim it, because the devil is near and brings such thoughts to you. Hold him, sir, at the length of the spear. If you do not wish to bring some misfortune on yourself, then buy an indulgence from me; otherwise within three weeks somebody whom you love, will die."
Zbyszko was frightened at this threat, because he thought about Da.n.u.sia, and said:
"It is not I, but the prior of the Dominicans in Sieradz who does not believe."
"Look, sir, for yourself, at the wax on the seals; as for the prior, I do not know whether he is still living, because G.o.d"s justice is quick."
But when they came to Sieradz they found the prior alive. Zbyszko went to see him, and purchased two ma.s.ses; one of which was to be read to insure success for Macko"s vow, and the other to insure success for his vow to obtain three peac.o.c.ks" crests. The prior was a foreigner, having been born in Cylia; but during his forty years" residence in Sieradz, he had learned the Polish language very well, and was a great enemy of the Knights of the Cross. Therefore, having learned about Zbyszko"s enterprise, he said:
"A still greater punishment will fall upon them; but I shall not dissuade you, because you promised it upon your knightly honor; neither can there be punishment enough administered by Polish hands for the wrongs they hare perpetrated in this land."
"What have they done?" asked Zbyszko, who was anxious to hear about the iniquities of the Knights of the Cross.
CHAPTER III.
The old prior crossed his hands and began to recite aloud "The eternal rest;"[89] then he sat down on a bench and kept his eyes closed for a while as if to collect his thoughts; finally he began to talk:
"Wincenty of Szamotul brought them here. I was twenty years old then, and I had just come from Cylia with my uncle Petzoldt. The Krzyzaks attacked the town and set it on fire. We could see from the walls, how in the market square they cut men and women"s heads off, and how they threw little children into the fire. They even killed the priests, because in their fury they spared n.o.body. The prior Mikolaj, having been born in Elblong, was acquainted with _Comthur_ Herman, the chief of their army.
Therefore he went accompanied by the senior brothers, to that dreadful knight, and having kneeled before him, entreated him in German, to have pity on Christian blood. _Comthur_ Herman replied: "I do not understand,"
and ordered his soldiers to continue killing the people. They slaughtered the monks also, among them my uncle Petzoldt; the prior Mikolaj was tied to a horse"s tail. The next morning there was no man alive in this town except the Krzyzaks and myself. I hid on a beam in the belfry. G.o.d punished them at Plowce;[90] but they still want to destroy this Christian kingdom, and nothing will deter them unless G.o.d"s arm crush them."
"At Plowce," said Zbyszko, "almost all the men of my family perished; but I do not regret it, for G.o.d granted a great victory to the king Lokietek,[91] and twenty thousand Germans were destroyed.
"You will see a still greater war and a greater victory," said the prior.
"Amen!" answered Zbyszko.
Then they began to talk about other matters. The young knight asked about the peddler of relics whom he met on the road. He learned that many similar swindlers were wandering on the roads, cheating credulous people.
The prior also told him that there were papal bulls ordering the bishops to examine such peddlers and immediately punish those who did not have authentic letters and seals. The testimonials of the stranger seemed spurious to the prior; therefore he wanted to deliver him to the bishop"s jurisdiction. If he proved that he was sent by the pope, then no harm would be done him. He escaped, however. Perhaps he was afraid of the delay in his journey; but on account of this flight, he had drawn on himself still greater suspicion.
The prior invited Zbyszko to remain and pa.s.s the night in the monastery; but he would not, because he wanted to hang in front of the inn an inscription challenging all knights who denied that _Panna_ Danuta Jurandowna was the most beautiful and the most virtuous girl in the kingdom, to a combat on horseback or on foot. It was not proper to hang such a challenge over the gate of the monastery. When he arrived at the inn, he asked for Sanderus.
"The prior thinks you are a scoundrel," said Zbyszko, "because he said: "Why should he be afraid of the bishop"s judgment, if he had good testimonials?""
"I am not afraid of the bishop," answered Sanderus; "I am afraid of the monks, who do not know anything about seals. I wanted to go to Krakow, but I have no horse; therefore I must wait until somebody makes me a present of one. Meanwhile, I will send a letter, and I will put my own seal on it."
"If you show that you know how to write, that will prove that you are not a churl; but how will you send the letter?"
"By some pilgrim, or wandering monk. There are many people going on a pilgrimage to the queen"s tomb."
"Can you write a card for me?"
"I will write, sir, even on a board, anything you wish."
"I think it will be better on a board," said Zbyszko, "because it will not tear and I can use it again later on."
In fact, after awhile the attendants brought a new board and Sanderus wrote on it. Zbyszko could not read what was written on the board; but he ordered it fastened with nails on the door of the inn, under it to be hung a shield, which was watched by the Turks alternately. Whoever struck the shield would declare that he wished to fight. But neither that day nor the following day, did the shield resound from a blow; and in the afternoon the sorrowful knight was ready to pursue his journey.
Before that, however, Sanderus came to Zbyszko and said to him:
"Sir, if you hang your shield in the land of the Prussian lords, I am sure your shield-bearer will buckle your armor."
"What do you mean! Don"t you know that a Krzyzak, being a monk, cannot have a lady nor be in love with one, because it is forbidden him."
"I do not know whether it is forbidden them or not; but I know that they have them. It is true that a Krzyzak cannot fight a duel without bringing reproach on himself, because he swore that he would fight only for the faith; but besides the monks, there are many secular knights from distant countries, who came to help the Prussian lords. They are looking for some one to fight with, and especially the French knights."
"_Owa!_ I saw them at Wilno, and with G.o.d"s permission I shall see them in Marienburg. I need the peac.o.c.ks" crests from their helmets, because I made a vow--do you understand?"
"Sir, I will sell you two or three drops of the perspiration, which St.
George shed while fighting with the dragon. There is no relic, which could be more useful to a knight. Give me the horse for it, on which you permitted me to ride; then I will also give you an indulgence for the Christian blood which you will shed in the fight."
"Let me be, or I shall become angry. I shall not buy your wares until I know they are genuine."
"You are going, sir, so you have said, to the Mazowiecki court. Ask there how many relics they bought from me, the princess herself, the knights and the girls for their weddings, at which I was present."
"For what weddings?" asked Zbyszko.
"As is customary before advent, the knights were marrying as soon as they could, because the people are expecting that there will be a war between the Polish king and the Prussian lords about the province of Dobrzyn.
Therefore some of them say: "G.o.d knows whether I shall return.""
Zbyszko was very anxious to hear about the war, but still more anxious to hear about the weddings, of which Sanderus was talking; therefore he asked:
"Which girls were married there?"
"The princess" ladies-in-waiting. I do not know whether even one remained, because I heard the princess say that she would be obliged to look for other attendants."
Having heard this, Zbyszko was silent for awhile; then he asked in an altered voice:
"Was _Panna_ Danuta Jurandowna, whose name is on the board, married also?"
Sanderus hesitated before he answered. He did not know anything correctly himself; then he thought that if he kept the knight anxious and perplexed, he would have more influence over him. He wanted to retain his power over this knight who had a goodly retinue, and was well provided with everything.