"Before G.o.d, before the august prince and all the honorable knighthood of this land, I tell you, Teuton, that you bark like a dog against justice and truth--and I challenge you to a combat on foot, or horseback, with lance or axe, short or long weapons, and not unto imprisonment but unto the last gasp, unto death!"
A fly could be heard in the hall. All eyes were turned upon Rotgier and the challenging knight, whom n.o.body recognized, because he had a helmet covering his head, although without a steel cap, but with a circular visor descending below the ear entirely covering the upper part of the face, and casting a deep shadow over the lower part. The Teuton was no less astonished than the rest. Confusion, pallor and raging anger chased each other over his face, as lightning flashes across a mighty heaven.
He caught the gauntlet and attached it to the hook of his armlet, and said:
"Who are you that challenge G.o.d"s justice?"
The other then unbuckled his gorget, removed the helmet, beneath which appeared a fair, youthful head, and said:
"Zbyszko of Bogdaniec, the husband of Jurand"s daughter."
They were all amazed, and Rotgier, with the others, because none of them, except the prince and his wife, Father Wyszoniek and de Lorche, knew of Da.n.u.sia"s marriage; the Teutons moreover were confident that Jurand"s daughter had no other natural defender besides her father; but at that moment de Lorche stood up and said:
"Upon my knightly honor I vouch for the truthfulness of his words; should anybody dare to doubt it, here is my guage."
Rotgier, who did not know what fear meant, and whose heart swelled with anger at this moment, would have perhaps accepted even this challenge, but remembering that the man who cast it was powerful, and moreover a relative of Duke Geldryi, he refrained, and the more readily, because the prince himself arose and, wrinkling his brows, said:
"It is forbidden to accept this challenge, because I also declare that this knight has told the truth."
The Teuton, on hearing this, bowed, and then said to Zbyszko:
"If you wish it, then on foot, in closed lists with axes."
"I have already challenged you in all ways," replied Zbyszko.
"May G.o.d give the victory to justice!" exclaimed the Mazovian knights.
CHAPTER III.
There was anxiety about Zbyszko in the whole court, among the knights as well as among the ladies, because he was universally liked; but, according to Jurand"s letter, n.o.body doubted that the right was on the side of the Teuton. On the other hand it was known that Rotgier was one of the more famous brethren of the Order. The squire van Krist narrated among the Mazovian n.o.bility, perhaps on purpose, that his lord before becoming an armed monk, once sat at the Honor-Table of the Teutons, to which table only world-famous knights were admitted, those who had accomplished an expedition to the Holy Land, or fought victoriously against giants, dragons, or mighty magicians. Hearing van Krist tell such tales, and, at the same time, boast that his lord had repeatedly met five opponents single-handed with his "dagger of mercy" in one hand and an axe or sword in the other, the Mazurs were disquieted, and some said: "Oh, if only Jurand were here, he could give an account of himself with even two; no German ever escaped him yet, but the youth--bah!--for the other exceeds him in strength, years and experience."
Therefore others regretted that they had not accepted the challenge, a.s.serting that they would undoubtedly have done so, if it had not been for the news from Jurand. "But fear of the judgment of G.o.d...." On this occasion, and for mutual entertainment, they recalled the names of Mazovian and more often of Polish knights, who, either in courtly jousts or hunting, had gained numerous victories over the western knights; above all they mentioned Zawisza of Garbow, with whom no knight of the Christian kingdom could cope. But there were also those who cherished great hopes of Zbyszko: "He is not to be despised!" they said "and according to common report he once admirably broke the heads of Germans in fair field." But their hearts were particularly strengthened by the action of Zbyszko"s follower, the Bohemian Hlawa, who, on the eve of the combat, hearing how van Krist was talking about Rotgier"s unheard-of victories, and being a hasty youth, caught van Krist by the beard, pulled his head up, and said:
"If it is no shame to lie before men, then look up, so that G.o.d also may hear you!"
And he kept him long enough to say a "Pater"; while the other, when at length liberated, began to ask him about his lineage, and, having heard that he sprang from the _wlodykas_, challenged him also to fight with axes.
The Mazovians were delighted at such conduct, and again several said:
"Indeed these fellows will not hobble on the barn-floor; even if truth and G.o.d be on their side these Teutonic women will not carry away sound bones with them!"
But Rotgier succeeded in throwing dust in the eyes of all, so that many were disquieted as to which had the truth on his side, and the prince himself partook of that fear.
Therefore, on the evening before the combat, he summoned Zbyszko to a consultation at which was present the princess only, and asked:
"Are you positive that G.o.d will be with you? How do you know that they captured Da.n.u.sia? Did Jurand perchance tell you any thing? Because, you see, here is Jurand"s letter, by the hand of the priest Kaleb, and his seal, and in this letter Jurand says that he knows that it was not the Teutons. What did he tell you?"
"He said that it was not the Teutons."
"How then can you risk your life and appeal to the judgment of G.o.d?"
Then Zbyszko was silent, and only his jaws worked for some time and tears gathered in his eyes.
"I know nothing, gracious lord," he said. "We left here together with Jurand, and on the way I admitted our marriage. He then began to lament that this might be a sin against G.o.d, but when I told him it was G.o.d"s will, he quieted down and forgave me. Along the whole way he said that n.o.body captured Da.n.u.sia but the Teutons, and what happened afterward I do not know myself! That woman who brought certain medicines for me to the Forest Court, came to Spychow, accompanied by another messenger. They shut themselves up with Jurand and deliberated. Neither do I know what they said, only after the interview his own servants could not recognize Jurand, because he looked as if he had risen from the grave. He told us: "Not the Teutons," but he released von Bergow and all the prisoners he had underground, G.o.d knows why! he himself again rode away without any warrior or servant.... He said that he was riding after robbers to ransom Da.n.u.sia, and ordered me to wait. And I waited until the news from Szczytno arrived, that Jurand had slain Germans and fallen himself. Oh!
gracious lord! The soil in Spychow almost scorched me and I nearly ran mad. I made people mount horses in order to revenge Jurand"s death, and then the priest Kaleb said: "You will not be able to take the castle, and do not commence war. Go to the prince, perhaps they know something about Da.n.u.sia there." Hlawa and I arrived, and just heard how that dog was barking about Teutonic grievances and Jurand"s frenzy.... My lord, I accepted his challenge, because I had challenged him before, and although I know nothing, this much I know, that they are h.e.l.lish liars--without shame, without honor and without belief! Look, gracious lord, they stabbed de Fourcy to death and tried to cast the guilt upon my follower!
By G.o.d! they stabbed him like an ox, and then they came to you, lord, for vengeance and retribution! Who will swear then, that they did not lie to Jurand before, and now do the same to you, lord?... I know not, I know not where Da.n.u.sia is but I challenged him, because, even if I were to lose my life, I prefer death to life without my love, without the one who is clearest to me in the whole world."
Saying this in rapture, he tore off a band from his head, so that his hair fell about his shoulders, and clutching it, he began to weep bitterly, until the princess Anna Danuta was moved to the bottom of her soul for the loss of Da.n.u.sia, and, pitying him for his sufferings, laid her hands upon his head, and said:
"May G.o.d help you, console and bless you!"
CHAPTER IV.
The prince did not object to the duel, because, according to the customs of that time, he had no power to do so. He only prevailed upon Rotgier to write a letter to the master and to Zygfried von Love, stating that he was the first to throw down the gauntlet to the Mazovian knights, in consequence of which he appeared at a combat with the husband of Jurand"s daughter, who had already challenged him once before.
The Teuton also explained to the grand master, that if he appeared at the duel without permission, he did it for the sake of the honor of the Order, and to avert ugly suspicions, which might entail disgrace, and which he, Rotgier, was always prepared to redeem with his own blood. This letter was sent instantly to the border by one of the knight"s footmen, to be sent thence to Malborg by mail, which the Teutons, some years before others, invented and introduced into their possessions.
Meanwhile the snow in the courtyard was leveled and strewn with ashes, so that the feet of the fighters should neither clog nor slip upon the smooth surface. There was unusual excitement in the whole castle.
The knights and court ladies were so agitated that on the night preceding the fight n.o.body slept. They said, that a fight on horseback with spears, and even with swords, frequently terminates in wounds; on foot on the contrary, and particularly with terrible axes, it always terminates in death. All hearts were with Zbyszko, but the very ones who felt most friendly toward him or Da.n.u.sia recollected with so much more fear the stories about the fame and dexterity of the Teuton. Many ladies spent the night in church, where also Zbyszko confessed to the priest Wyszoniek, They said one to another as they looked at his almost boyish face: "Why, he is a child yet! how can he expose his head to the German axe?" And they prayed the more fervently for aid for him. But when he arose at daybreak and walked through the chapel, in order to put on his arms in the hall, they again gained courage, because, although Zbyszko"s features were indeed boyish, his body was of an extraordinary size, and strong, so that he seemed to them to be a picked man, who could take care of himself against even the most powerful.
The fight was to take place in the castle yard, which was surrounded by a porch. When it was broad daylight, the prince and princess arrived together with their children and took their seats in the centre between the pillars, from where the whole yard could best be overlooked. Next to them were the princ.i.p.al courtiers, n.o.ble ladies, and the knighthood. All the corners of the vestibule were filled: the domestics gathered behind the wall which was made from the swept snow, some clung to the posts, and even to the roof. There the vulgar muttered among themselves: "G.o.d grant that our champion may not be subdued!"
The day was cold, moist, but clear; the sky swarmed with daws, which inhabited the roofs and summits of the bastions, and which, scared by the unusual bustle, moved in circles, with great clapping of wings, over the castle. Notwithstanding the cold, the people perspired with excitement, and when the first horn sounded to announce the entrance of the combatants, all hearts began to beat like hammers.
They entered from opposite sides of the arena and halted at the barriers.
Every one of the onlookers then held his breath, every one thought, that very soon two souls would escape to the threshold of the Divine Court and two dead bodies remain on the snow, and the lips, as well as the cheeks of the women turned pale and livid at that thought; the eyes of the men again gazed steadfastly at the opponents as at a rainbow, because every one was trying to forecast, from their postures and armament alone, which side would be victorious.
The Teuton was dressed in an enameled blue cuira.s.s, with similar armor for the thighs, as also the helmet with raised visor, and with a magnificent bunch of peac.o.c.k feathers on the crest. Zbyszko"s breast, sides and back were encased in splendid Milanese mail, which he had once captured from the Fryzjans. He had on his head a helmet with an open visor, and without feathers; on his legs was bull"s hide. On their left shoulders, they carried shields with coat of arms; on the Teuton"s at the top was a chessboard, at the bottom, three lions rampant; on Zbyszko"s, a blunt horseshoe. In the right hand they carried broad, huge, terrible axes, set in oaken, blackened helves, longer than the arm of a grown man.
The warriors who seconded them were: Hlawa, called by Zbyszko, Glowacz, and van Krist, both dressed in dark iron mail, both equally with axes and shields: van Krist had on his shield a St. John"s wort; the shield of the Bohemian resembled that of the _Pomian_, with this difference, that instead of an axe stuck in a bull"s head, it had a short weapon half sunk in the eye.
The horn sounded the second time, and, at the third, the opponents, according to agreement, were to advance against each other. A small s.p.a.ce strewn with grey ashes now only separated them; over that s.p.a.ce hovered in the air like an ominous bird--death. But before the third signal was given, Rotgier approached the pillars between which sat the prince"s family, raised his steel-encased head, and began to speak in such a loud voice that he was heard in all corners of the vestibule:
"I take G.o.d, you, worthy lord, and the whole knighthood of this soil, as witness that I am not guilty of the blood that is about to be shed."
At these words their hearts were again ready to break with grief, seeing that the Teuton was so confident of himself and his victory. But Zbyszko, having a simple soul, turned to his Bohemian, and said:
"That Teutonic boasting stinks; it would be more appropriate after my death than while I am alive. That boaster moreover has a peac.o.c.k"s plume on his helmet, and at the very outset I made a vow to obtain three of them and afterward as many fingers of the hand. G.o.d grant it!"
"Lord ..." said the Bohemian, bending down and picking up in his hands some ashes from the snow, to prevent the axe-handle from slipping in his hand; "perhaps Christ will permit me quickly to despatch that vile Prussian, and then perhaps, if not to defeat this Teuton, at least put the handle of the axe between his knees and upset him."
"G.o.d save you!" hastily exclaimed Zbyszko; "you would cover me and yourself with disgrace."