"But have you no weapon with you? I was ordered to search you."
Jurand threw up his arms, so that his guide might be able to view his whole figure, and replied:
"Yesterday I gave up everything."
Then the guide lowered his voice and said almost in a whisper:
"Be careful then not to break out into anger, because you are under might and superior force."
"But also under G.o.d"s will," returned Jurand.
Then he looked more carefully at his guide, and observing in his face something in the nature of mercy and sympathy, said:
"Honesty looks through your eyes, young man! Will you answer sincerely to what I question?"
"Make haste, sir," said the guide.
"Will they return the child to me?"
And the youth raised his brows wonderingly.
"Is your child here?"
"My daughter."
"That lady in the tower near the gate?"
"Yes. They promised to send her away if I surrendered to them."
The guide waved his hand to signify that he knew nothing, but his face expressed trouble and doubt.
Then Jurand further asked:
"Is it true, that s...o...b..rg and Markward are watching her?"
"Those brethren are not in the castle. Take her away though, sir, ere the n.o.bleman Danveld regains his health."
Hearing that, Jurand shivered, but there was no time to ask any more questions, because they had arrived at the hall on the upper floor in which Jurand was to face the chief Shchycienski. The youth, after having opened the door, retreated toward the stairs.
The knight of Spychow entered and found himself in a roomy apartment, very dark, because the lead-framed, oval-shaped panes transmitted very little light; furthermore the day was wintry and cloudy. There was, it is true, a fire burning in a large chimney at the other end of the apartment, but the green logs produced little flame. Only after a time, when Jurand"s eyes became used to the darkness, he distinguished a table behind which were knights sitting, and behind them a whole group of armed warriors and servants also armed, among whom the castle fool held a tame bear by a chain.
Jurand had frequently met Danveld some time before, and afterward had seen him twice at the court of the prince of Mazowsze, as delegate, but several years had pa.s.sed since that time; yet, notwithstanding the darkness, he recognized him instantly, because of his obesity, his face, and finally because he sat in the centre behind the table in an armchair, his hand being circled by wooden splints and resting upon the arm of the chair. To his right sat the old Zygfried von Love of Insburk, an inexorable foe of the Polish race in general, and particularly of Jurand of Spychow; to his left were the younger brethren, G.o.dfried and Rotgier.
Danveld had invited them purposely, to witness his triumph over a threatening foe, and at the same time to enjoy the fruits of the treason which they had plotted together, and in the accomplishment of which they had a.s.sisted. They sat now comfortably dressed in soft dark cloth, with light swords at their sides. They were joyous and self-confident, and looking upon Jurand with that pride and extreme contempt which they always bore in their hearts toward the weaker and vanquished.
The silence lasted a long while, because they wished to satiate themselves with the sight of the man whom they had previously dreaded, and who stood before them now with his head bowed upon his breast, and dressed like a penitent in sackcloth, and with a rope around his neck, upon which was suspended the scabbard of his sword.
They also apparently wanted as great a number of people as possible to witness his humiliation, for through a side door, leading into other rooms, whoever pleased entered, and the hall was nearly half filled with armed men. They all looked with extreme eagerness at Jurand, conversing loudly and making remarks about him.
But he gained confidence, at the sight of them, because he thought to himself:
"If Danveld did not wish to keep his promise, he would not have ordered so many witnesses."
Meanwhile Danveld raised his hand, and stopped the conversation; he then made a sign to one of the warriors, who approached Jurand, and catching the rope which encircled his neck, dragged him a few steps nearer the table.
And Danveld looked triumphantly at those present and said:
"Look, how the power of religion defeats anger and pride."
"May G.o.d always grant it so!" answered those present.
Then again followed a moment of silence, after which Danveld turned to the prisoner:
"You were biting the faith like a mad dog, therefore G.o.d has caused you to stand before us, with a rope around your neck, looking for charity and mercy."
"Do not compare me with a dog, count," replied Jurand, "because you thus lower the honor of those who met me and fell under my hand."
At these words the armed Germans commenced to murmur: it was not known whether the daring answer aroused their anger or whether they were struck by its justice.
But the count, dissatisfied at such a turn of the conversation, said:
"Look, even now he spits into our eyes with arrogance and pride!"
Jurand then raised his hands, like a man who calls heaven to witness, and shaking his head, answered:
"G.o.d sees that my arrogance remained outside your gate; G.o.d sees and will judge, whether in dishonoring my knighthood, you did not dishonor yourself. There is the honor of a n.o.bleman, which every one who has a belt around him, should respect."
Danveld wrinkled his brows, but at that moment the castle fool started to rattle the chain to which he had fastened the bear, and called out:
"Sermon! sermon! the preacher from Mazowsze has arrived! Listen! to the sermon!"
Then turning to Danveld, he said:
"Sir! Duke Rosenheim ordered his s.e.xton to eat the bell-rope from knot to knot whenever the latter awakened him too early for the sermon. This preacher has also a rope around his neck--make him also eat it up before he finishes his sermon."
And, having said this, he gazed at the count in some alarm, being uncertain whether the count would laugh or whether his inappropriate remark would result in an order for a flogging for him. But the religious brethren, gentle, well-behaved, and even humble, whenever they felt they were not in power, did not know any limits before the defeated; therefore, Danveld not only nodded his head at the bear-leader as a sign that he permitted the mockery, but he himself burst out with such unheard-of roughness that the faces of the younger warriors expressed astonishment.
"Don"t complain that you were put to shame," he said, "because even if I had made you a dogcatcher, a religious dogcatcher is better than you, knight!"
And the encouraged fool commenced to shout: "Bring the currycomb, comb the bear, and he in turn will comb your s.h.a.gs with his paws."
At that, laughter was heard here and there, and a voice exclaimed from behind the religious brethren:
"You will cut reeds on the lake in the summer!"
"And catch crabs with your carca.s.s!" exclaimed another.
A third added: "And now begin to drive away the crows from the hanging thief! There will always be plenty of work for you."