"Let us speak about the pledge!" said he. "Have you the money? If not, then the estate is mine!"
Macko, who knew how to act with him, rose silently, opened the chest on which he was sitting, and took out of it a bag of _grzywien_, evidently prepared for this occasion, and said:
"We are poor people, but we have the money; we will pay what is right, as it is written in the "letter" which I signed with the mark of the holy cross. If you want to be paid for the improvements, we will not quarrel about that either; we will pay the amount you say, and we will bow to you, our benefactor."
Having said this, he kneeled at the abbot"s knee and Zbyszko did the same. The abbot, who expected some quarrels and arguing, was very much surprised at such a proceeding, and not very much pleased with it; he wanted to dictate some conditions and he saw that he would have no opportunity to do so.
Therefore returning the "letter" or rather the mortgage which Macko had signed with a cross, he said:
"Why are you talking to me about an additional payment?"
"Because we do not want to receive any presents," answered Macko cunningly, knowing well that the more he quarreled in that matter the more he would get.
At this the abbot reddened with anger:
"Did you ever see such people? They do not wish to accept anything from a relative! You have too much bread! I did not take waste land and I do not return it waste; and if I want to give you this bag, I will do it!"
"You would not do that!" exclaimed Macko.
"I will not do it! Here is your pledge! Here is your money! I give it because I want to, and had I even thrown it into the road, it would be none of your affairs. You shall see if I will not do as I wish!"
Having said this, he seized the bag and threw it on the floor so hard that it burst, and the money was scattered.
"May G.o.d reward you! May G.o.d reward you, father and benefactor!"
exclaimed Macko, who had been waiting for this; "I would not accept it from anyone else, but from a relation and a spiritual father, I will accept it."
The abbot looked threateningly at both of them, and finally he said:
"Although I am angry, I know what I am doing; therefore hold what you have, because I a.s.sure you that you shall not have one _skojeo_ more."
"We did not expect even this."
"You know that Jagienka will inherit everything I have."
"The land also?" asked Macko, simply.
"The land also!" shouted the abbot.
At this Macko"s face grew long, but he recovered himself and said:
"Ej, why should you think about death! May the Lord Jesus grant you a hundred years or more of life, and an important bishopric soon."
"Certainly! Am I worse than others?" said the abbot.
"Not worse, but better!"
These words appeased the abbot, for his anger never lasted long.
"Well," said he, "you are my relations, and she is only my G.o.ddaughter; but I love her, and Zych also. There is no better man in the world than Zych and no better girl than Jagienka, also! Who can say anything against them?"
He began to look angry, but Macko did not contradict; he quickly affirmed that there was no worthier neighbor in the whole kingdom.
"And as for the girl," said he, "I could not love my own daughter any more than I love her. With her help, I recovered my health and I shall never forget it until my death."
"You will both be punished if you forget it," said the abbot, "and I will curse you. But I do not wish to wrong you, therefore I have found a way by which, what I will leave after my death, can belong to you and to Jagienka; do you understand?"
"May G.o.d help us to realize that!" answered Macko. "Sweet Jesus! I would go on foot to the grave of the queen in Krakow or to Lysa Gora[86] to bow to the Holy Cross."
The abbot was very much pleased with such sincerity; he smiled and said:
"The girl is perfectly right to be particular in her choice, because she is pretty, rich and of good family! Of what account are Cztan or Wilk, when the son of a _wojewoda_ would not be too good for her! But if somebody, as myself for instance, spoke in favor of any particular one, then she would marry him, because she loves me and knows that I will advise her well."
"The one whom you advise her to marry, will be very lucky," said Macko.
But the abbot turned to Zbyszko:
"What do you say to this?"
"Well, I think the same as my uncle does."
The face of the abbot became still more serene; he struck Zbyszko"s shoulder with his hand so hard that the blow resounded in the chamber, and asked:
"Why did you not let Cztan or Wilk approach Jagienka at church?"
"Because I did not want them to think that I was afraid of them, and I did not want you to think so."
"But you gave the holy water to her."
"Yes, I did."
The abbot gave him another blow.
"Then, take her!"
"Take her!" exclaimed Macko, like an echo.
At this Zbyszko gathered up his hair, put it in the net, and answered quietly:
"How can I take her, when before the altar in Tyniec, I made a vow to Da.n.u.sia Jurandowna?"
"You made a vow about the peac.o.c.k"s tufts, and you must get them, but take Jagienka immediately."
"No," answered Zbyszko; "afterward when Da.n.u.sia covered me with her veil, I promised that I would marry her."
The blood began to rush to the abbot"s face; his ears turned blue, and his eyes bulged; he approached Zbyszko and said, in a voice m.u.f.fled with anger:
"Your vows are the chaff and I am the wind; understand! Ot!"
And he blew on Zbyszko"s head so powerfully, that the net fell off and the hair was scattered on his shoulders. Then Zbyszko frowned, and looking into the abbot"s eyes, he said: