"They were both careful to keep everything secret from the abbot; I do not know what happened when he learned about it, after I left Zgorzelice.
Sometimes he shouts at the _panienka_; but afterward he watches her to see if he did not wrong her. I saw him myself one time after he had scolded her, go to his chest and bring out such a beautiful chain that one could not get a better one even in Krakow, and give it to her. She will manage the abbot also, because her own father does not love her any more than he does."
"That is certainly true."
"As G.o.d is in heaven!"
Then they became silent and rode along amidst wind and snow. Suddenly Zbyszko reined in his horse; from the forest beside the road, there was heard a plaintive voice, half stifled by the roar of the wind:
"Christians, help G.o.d"s servant in his misfortune!"
Thereupon a man who was dressed partly in clerical clothing, rushed to the road and began to cry to Zbyszko:
"Whoever you are, sir, help a fellow-creature who has met with a dreadful accident!"
"What has happened to you, and who are you?" asked the young knight.
"I am G.o.d"s servant, although not yet ordained; this morning the horse which was carrying my chests containing holy things, ran away. I remained alone, without weapons; evening is approaching, and soon the wild beasts will begin to roar in the forest. I shall perish, unless you succor me."
"If I let you perish," answered Zbyszko, "I will be accountable for your sins; but how can I believe that you are speaking the truth. You may be a highway robber, like many others wandering on the roads!"
"You may believe me, sir, for I will show you the chests. Many a man would give a purse full of gold for what is in them; but I will give you some of it for nothing, if you take me and the chests with you."
"You told me that you were G.o.d"s servant, and yet you do not know that one must give help, not for earthly recompense, but for spiritual reward.
But how is it that you have the chests now if the horse carried them away?"
"The wolves devoured the horse in the forest, but the chests remained; I brought them to the road, and then waited for mercy and help."
Wishing to prove that he was speaking the truth, he pointed to two chests made of leather, lying under a pine tree. Zbyszko still looked at him suspiciously, because the man did not look honest, and his speech indicated that he came from a distant part of the country. He did not refuse to help him, however, but permitted him to ride the horse led by the Czech and take the chests, which proved to be very light.
"May G.o.d multiply your victories, valiant knight!" said the stranger.
Then, seeing Zbyszko"s youthful face, he added softly:
"And the hairs of your beard, also."
He rode beside the Czech. For a time they could not talk, because a strong wind was blowing, and roaring in the forest; but when it decreased, Zbyszko heard the following conversation behind him.
"I don"t deny that you were in Rome; but you look like a beer drunkard,"
said the Czech.
"Look out for eternal d.a.m.nation," answered the stranger; "you are talking to a man who last Easter ate hard boiled eggs with the holy father. Don"t speak to me in such cold weather about beer; but if you have a flask of wine with you, then give me two or three swallows of it, and I will pardon you a month of purgatory."
"You have not been ordained; I heard you say you had not. How then can you grant me pardon for a month of purgatory?"
"I have not received ordination, but I have my head shaved, because I received permission for that; beside, I am carrying indulgences and relics."
"In the chests?" asked the Czech.
"Yes, in the chests. If you saw all I have there, you would fall on your face, not only you, but all the pines in the forest and all the wild beasts."
But the Czech, being an intelligent and experienced attendant, looked suspiciously at this peddler of indulgences, and said:
"The wolves devoured your horse?"
"Yes, they devoured him, because they are the devil"s relatives. If you have any wine, give me some; although the wind has ceased, yet I am frozen, having sat by the road so long."
The Czech would not give him any wine; and they rode along silently, until the stranger began to ask:
"Where are you going?"
"Far. At first to Sieradz. Are you going with us?"
"I must. I will sleep in the stable, and perhaps to-morrow this pious knight will give me a present of a horse; then I will go further."
"Where are you from?"
"From under Prussian lords, not far from Marienburg."
Having heard this, Zbyszko turned and motioned to the stranger to come nearer to him.
"Did you come from Marienburg?" said he
"Yes, sir."
"But are you a German? You speak our language very well. What is your name?"
"I am a German, and they call me Sanderus; I speak your language well, because I was born in Torun, where everybody speaks that language; then I lived in Marienburg, and there it is the same. Bah! even the brothers of the Order understand your language."
"How long since you left Marienburg?"
"I was in the Holy Land, then in Constantinople, and in Rome; thence through France I came to Marienburg and from there I was going to Mazowsze, carrying the holy relics which pious Christians buy willingly, for the salvation of their souls."
"Have you been in Plock or in Warszawa?"
"I was in both cities. May G.o.d give good health to both of the princesses! Princess Alexandra is greatly esteemed even by the Prussian lords, because she is a pious lady; the princess Anna Ja.n.u.szowna is also pious."
"Did you see the court in Warszawa?"
"I did not see it in Warszawa but in Ciechanow, where both the princesses received me hospitably, and gave me munificent presents, as G.o.d"s servant deserves to receive. I left them relics, which will bring them G.o.d"s blessing."
Zbyszko wanted to ask about Da.n.u.sia; but he understood that it would be unwise to make a confidant of this stranger, a man of low origin.
Therefore, after a short silence, he asked:
"What kind of relics are you carrying?"
"I carry indulgences and relics; the indulgences are different kinds; there are total indulgences, some for five hundred years, some for three hundred, some for two hundred and some for less time, which are cheaper, so that even poor people can buy them and shorten the torments of purgatory. I have indulgences for future and for past sins; but don"t think, sir, that I keep the money I receive for them. I am satisfied with a piece of black bread and a gla.s.s of water--that is all for me; the rest I carry to Rome, to acc.u.mulate enough for a new crusade. It is true, there are many swindlers who carry false indulgences, false relics, false seals and false testimonials; and they are righteously pursued by the holy father"s letters; but I was wronged by the prior of Sieradz, because my seals are authentic. Look, sir, at the wax and tell me what you think of them."
"What about the prior of Sieradz?"