"I come to visit my neighbors with good will."
"With good will we greet you, the guest of his holy person."
Then old Wilk rushed toward Macko, and with his son, both of them pressed his right hand, they made him sit at a comfortable place at the table; in a second they threw another log on the fireplace, spread the table and put upon it a dish full of food, a jug of beer, a pitcher of mead, and began to eat and drink. Young Wilk glanced now and then at Macko, which, happily for the guest, contributed to lessen his hatred against him. But he served him, however, so diligently that he became pale from fatigue, because he was wounded and deprived of his wonted strength. The father and son burned with curiosity to know the object of Macko"s call. None, however, asked him why, but waited for him to speak.
But Macko, as a man of manners, praised the meat, drink and hospitality.
Only when he had filled himself well, he looked up and spoke with dignity:
"People often quarrel. But neighborly peace above all."
"There is not a better thing than peace," replied old Wilk, with equal composure.
"It also often happens," said Macko, "when one wants to undertake a long journey, he wants to make up and bid good-bye even to his adversaries."
"G.o.d reward you for your candid words."
"Not mere words, but deeds, for I actually came to wish you good-bye."
"From our soul we wish you might visit us daily."
"I wish I could feast you in Bogdaniec in a manner suitable to people who are acquainted with knightly honor. But I am in a hurry to go."
"Is it to war, or to some holy place?"
"I should like to go to one of the two, but the place I am going to is worse, for I am going among the Knights of the Cross."
"Among the Knights of the Cross," exclaimed both father and son.
"Yes!" replied Macko. "And one who is their enemy is going to them. It is well for him to be reconciled with G.o.d and men, so that he may not forfeit, not only his life, but everlasting salvation."
"It is wonderful," said old Wilk. "I have never yet seen any man who has not suffered from their wrongs and oppression."
"So it is in the whole fatherland," added Macko. "Neither Lithuania before its conversion to Christianity, nor even the Tartars were such a burden to the Polish kingdom as those devilish monks."
"Quite true, but this you also know, they gathered and gathered. It is time now to finish with them."
Then the old man spat in his hands, and young Wilk added:
"It cannot be otherwise now."
"It will come to pa.s.s, surely, but when? We cannot do it, it is the king"s affair. It may be soon or not ... G.o.d only knows. But meanwhile I must go to them."
"Is it not with ransom for Zbyszko?"
As his father mentioned Zbyszko"s name young Wilk"s face became pale with hatred.
But Macko replied quietly:
"May be with ransom but not for Zbyszko."
These words intensified the curiosity of both lords of Brzozowa. Old Wilk, who could no more contain himself, said:
"Can you tell us, or not, the reason for your going there?"
"I will tell you! I will!" he said, nodding a.s.sent, "but first let me tell you something else. Take notice then. After my departure Bogdaniec will be under G.o.d"s care.... When Zbyszko and myself were fighting under Prince Witold, the abbot, also Zych of Zgorzelice, looked somewhat after our small property. Now we shall miss even that little. It pains me terribly to think that my endeavor and labor will be in vain.... You can well form an idea how much this troubles me. They will entice away my people, plough up the boundaries; they will take away my herds. Even should G.o.d permit me to return, I shall find my property ruined.... There is only one remedy, only one help ... good neighbor. For this reason I came to ask you as a neighbor that you would take Bogdaniec under your protection and see that no harm is done."
Listening to Macko"s request, old Wilk and his son exchanged looks; both of them were amazed beyond measure. They were silent for a moment, and neither could muster courage enough to reply. But Macko lifted another cup of mead to his mouth, drank it, then continued his conversation in as quiet and confiding a manner as though the two had been his most intimate friends for years.
"I have told you candidly from whom most damage is expected. It is from no other quarter but from Cztan of Rogow. Although we were hostile to each other, I fear nothing from you because you are n.o.ble people who would face your adversaries, yet would not revenge yourselves by acting meanly. You are quite different. A knight is always a knight. But Cztan is a _prestak_ (churl). From such a fellow anything might be expected, as you know. He is very bitter against me because I spoiled his game with Jagienka."
"Whom you reserve for your nephew," burst out young Wilk.
Macko looked at him and held him under his cold gaze for a moment, then he turned to the old man and said quietly:
"You know, my nephew married a rich Mazovian proprietress and took considerable dower." Silence more profound than before again reigned for a while. Both father and son gazed at Macko with their mouths wide open, for some time.
Finally the old man said:
"O! how is that? Tell us...."
Macko appeared not to notice the question and continued:
"This is the very reason why I must go, and why I also ask you, as worthy and upright neighbors, to take care of Bogdaniec when I go, and see to it that n.o.body damages my property. Have your eye especially upon Cztan and protect me against him."
During that time young Wilk, who was quick to understand, reflected that since Zbyszko had got married it would be better to be in friendship with Macko, because Jagienka confided in him, and did nothing without asking his advice. Thus new prospects suddenly presented themselves before his eyes. "It is not enough, we must not only not oppose Macko, but endeavor to be reconciled with him," he said to himself. Therefore, although he was somewhat under the influence of drink, he quickly stretched his hand under the table and grasped his father"s knee and pressed it vigorously as a sign for his father to be careful in his speech, but said himself:
"Ay! we do not fear Cztan! Let him only try. He wounded me with the platter, true, but I too have given him such a sound drubbing that his own mother could not recognize him. Fear nothing! Be at your ease. Not even one crow shall be lost at Bogdaniec!"
"I see you are upright people. Do you promise me?"
"We promise!" both exclaimed.
"Upon your knightly honor?"
"Upon knightly honor."
"And upon your escutcheon?"
"Upon the escutcheon; yea, upon the cross too. So help us G.o.d!"
Macko smiled with satisfaction, and said:
"Well, this is now with you, and I am confident you will do it. If so, let me tell you something more. Zych, as you know, appointed me guardian of his children. I have, therefore, spoiled both Cztan"s incursions and your young man at Zgorzelice. But now when I arrive at Malborg, or, G.o.d knows where, what then will become of my guardianship?... It is true, that G.o.d is a father of the fatherless; and woe to him who shall attempt to harm her; not only will I chop off his head with an axe, but also proclaim him an infamous scoundrel. Nevertheless I feel very sorry to part, sorry indeed. Then promise me I pray, that you will not only yourself not do any harm to Zych"s orphans, but see too that others do not harm them."
"We swear! We swear!"
"Upon your knightly honor and your escutcheon?"