"You do not make the laws in this country."
"Our grand master will know how to administer justice."
"Your grand master has nothing to do with Mazowsze!"
"The emperor and the whole German nation will help him."
"The king of Poland will help me, and he is more powerful than the German emperor."
"Does Your Highness wish for a war with the Order?"
"If I wanted a war, I would not wait for you to come to Mazowsze, but would go toward you; you need not threaten me, because I am not afraid of you."
"What shall I say to the grand master?"
"He has not asked you anything. Tell him what you please."
"Then we will avenge ourselves."
Thereupon the prince stretched forth his arm and began to shake his finger close to the Krzyzak"s face.
"Keep quiet!" said he, angrily; "keep quiet! I gave you permission to challenge Jurand; but if you dare to invade this country with the army of the Order, then I will attack you, and you will stay here not as a guest but as a prisoner."
Evidently his patience was entirely exhausted, because he threw a cap violently on the table and left the room, slamming the door. The Knights of the Cross became pale and Sir de Fourcy looked at them askance.
"What will happen now?" asked Brother Rotgier, who was the first to break the silence.
Hugo von Danveld turned to Sir de Fourcy and menacing him with his fists, said:
"Why did you tell him that you attacked Jurand?"
"Because it is true!"
"You should have lied."
"I came here to fight and not to lie."
"Well, you fought well, indeed!"
"And you! did you not run away from Jurand of Spychow?"
"_Pax!_" said von Love. "This knight is a guest of the Order."
"It is immaterial what he said," added Brother G.o.dfried. "They would not punish Jurand without a trial, and in the court, the truth would come out."
"What will be done now?" repeated Brother Rotgier.
There was a moment of silence; then the st.u.r.dy and virulent Zygfried von Love spoke:
"We must finish once for all with that b.l.o.o.d.y dog!" said he. "Herr von Bergow must be released from his fetters. We will gather the garrisons from Szczytno, Insburk and Lubowa; we will summon the Chelminsk n.o.bility and attack Jurand. It is time to settle with him!"
"We cannot do it without permission from the grand master."
"If we succeed, the grand master will be pleased!" said Brother G.o.dfried.
"But if we do not succeed? If the prince go against us?"
"He will not do that if there is peace between him and the Order."
"There is peace, but we are going to violate it. Our garrisons will not be sufficient to fight against the Mazurs."
"Then the grand master will help us and there will be a war."
Danveld frowned again and became thoughtful.
"No! no!" said he after a while. "If we be successful, the grand master will be pleased. Envoys will be sent to the prince, there will be negotiations and we will go scot-free. But in case of defeat, the Order will not intercede for us and will not declare war. Another grand master is necessary for that. The Polski king is behind the prince, and the grand master will not quarrel with him."
"But we have taken the Dobrzynska province; it is evident that we are not afraid of Krakow."
"There was some pretext--Opolczyk. We took it apparently in pledge, and then----" Here he looked around and said quietly:
"I heard in Marienburg, that if they threaten us with war, we will return the province."
"Ah!" said Brother Rotgier, "if we had Markward Salzbach with us, or s...o...b..rg who killed Witold"s whelps, he would find some remedy against Jurand. Witold was the king"s viceroy and a grand duke! Notwithstanding that, s...o...b..rg was not punished. He killed Witold"s children, and went scot-free! Verily, there is great lack among us of people who can find a remedy for everything."
Having heard this, Hugo von Danveld put his elbows on the table, leaned his head on his hands and plunged into deep thought. Then his eyes became bright, he wiped, according to his custom, his moist, thick lips with the upper part of his hand and said:
"May the moment in which you mentioned, pious brother, the name of the valiant s...o...b..rg be blessed."
"Why? Have you found a remedy?" asked Zygfried von Love.
"Speak quickly!" exclaimed Brother G.o.dfried.
"Listen," said Hugo. "Jurand has a daughter here, his only child, whom he loves dearly."
"Yes, so he has. We know her. The princess Anna Danuta loves her also."
"Yes. Listen then: if you capture this girl, Jurand will give as a ransom for her, not only, Bergow, but all his prisoners, himself and Spychow!"
"By Saint Bonifacius" blood shed in Duchum!" exclaimed Brother G.o.dfried; "it would be as you say!"
Then they were silent, as if frightened by the boldness and the difficulties of the enterprise. But after a while Brother Rotgier turned toward Zygfried von Love, and said:
"Your judgment and experience are equal to your bravery: what do you think about this plan?"
"I think that the matter is worthy of consideration."
"Because," said Rotgier further, "the girl is a lady-in-waiting with the princess--the princess loves her as if she were her own daughter. Think, pious brother, what an uproar will arise."