He was therefore obliged to wait whole weeks, sometimes in small towns, sometimes in villages and farms, where he and his men were hospitably received, according to custom, by the people, who were willing listeners to the tale of the "Knights of the Cross," and paid for it with bread and salt. For this reason spring was already far advanced, and the greater part of March had already pa.s.sed before he found himself in the neighborhood of Zgorzelice and Bogdaniec.
He longed to see his mistress as soon as possible, although he knew that he could never gain her, even as he could not gain the stars of heaven; nevertheless he adored and loved her with his whole soul. Yet he resolved first to go and see Macko; first, because he was sent to him; secondly, because he was bringing men with him who were to be left at Bogdanice.
Zbyszko, having killed Rotgier, according to established rules, became the owner of his following, which consisted of ten men and as many horses. Two of them had been sent back with the body of Rotgier to Szczytno. Knowing how anxious his uncle was to obtain colonists, he sent the remaining eight men by Glowacz as a present to old Macko.
The Bohemian, on his arrival at Bogdaniec, did not find Macko at home; he was informed that Macko had gone with his dogs and crossbow to the forest; but he returned the same day, and having heard that an important retinue was waiting for him, he hastened to salute the guests and offer them hospitality. He did not recognize Glowacz at first, but when he gave his name, Macko was greatly agitated, and throwing down his hat and crossbow he cried:
"For G.o.d"s sake! tell me, have they killed him? Tell what you know."
"They have not killed him," replied the Bohemian. "He is enjoying good health."
On hearing this, Macko was somewhat ashamed of himself, and began to puff; at last he drew a deep breath.
"Praised be the Lord Christ," he said. "Where is he now?"
"He left for Malborg and sent me here with news."
"And why did he go to Malborg?"
"To fetch his wife."
"Be careful, boy, in the name of G.o.d what wife did he go for?"
"For Jurand"s daughter. There is much to be told about it, enough for a whole night, but, honored sir, allow me to rest a little, for I have been constantly traveling since midnight."
Macko ceased questioning for a little while, for his great surprise deprived him of speech. When he had somewhat recovered, he shouted to the servant to throw some wood on the fire and bring food for the Bohemian; then he began to pace up and down, gesticulating and talking to himself:
"I cannot believe mine own ears.... Jurand"s daughter.... Zbyszko married...."
"He is married and not married," said the Bohemian.
Then he began slowly to relate what had happened, while Macko listened eagerly, only interrupting with questions when what the Bohemian related was not quite clear to him. For instance, Glowacz could not give the exact time when Zbyszko had got married, as there had been no public marriage. Nevertheless he affirmed that that marriage had surely taken place, and that it had come to pa.s.s owing to the instigation of Princess Anna Danuta, and had been made public only after the arrival of the Knight of the Cross, Rotgier, when Zbyszko had challenged him to the judgment of G.o.d, in the presence of the entire Mazovian court.
"Ah! He fought?" Macko exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with intense curiosity. "What followed?"
"He cut the German in two, and G.o.d also made me happy by delivering the armor-bearer into my hands."
Macko again began to puff, but this time with an air of satisfaction.
"Well!" he said. "He is a fellow not to be trifled with. He is the last of the Gradys, but so help me G.o.d, not the least. He was that already in the fight with the Fryzjans ... when he was a mere stripling...."
Here he glanced sharply once and again at the Bohemian, then he continued:
"And so you tried to imitate him, and it seems you tell the truth. I doubted your words, but, as you yourself say, you had little work with the armor-bearer. But if he chopped off the arm of that dog-brother after killing the Aurochs, those are valiant deeds."
Then he suddenly asked:
"Is there rich spoil?"
"We have taken the arms, horses and ten men, eight of whom, the young lord sends you."
"What has he done with the other two?"
"He sent them back with the corpse."
"Why did not the prince send two of his own servants? Those two will not return."
The Bohemian smiled at Macko"s greed which often betrayed him.
"The young lord need not consider such trifles now," he said, "Spychow is a large estate."
"It is a large estate; what of it, it is not yet his."
"Then whose is it?"
Macko rose from his seat.
"Speak! and Jurand?"
"Jurand is a prisoner, and dying, in the hands of the Knights of the Cross. G.o.d knows whether he will survive, and even if he survives and returns, what of it? Did not Father Caleb read Jurand"s testament, announcing to all that the young lord is to be their master?"
The last words obviously made a great impression upon Macko; because he was too much amazed to thoroughly grasp the news. That Zbyszko had got married was painful to him at the first moment, for he loved Jagienka with a fatherly love, and heartily wished to see Zbyszko united to her.
But, on the other hand, he had already grown accustomed to regard the affair as lost; moreover Jurandowna brought with her so much that Jagienka could never bring; the prince"s favor, and being an only daughter her dower was many times greater. Macko already saw Zbyszko, as the prince"s friend, the master of Bogdaniec and of Spychow; nay, in the near future, a castellan. That was not at all unlikely. For it was told in those days of a certain poor n.o.bleman who had twelve sons, six fell in battle and the other six became castellans and were advancing toward greatness; only a reputation could a.s.sist Zbyszko in this career, so that Macko"s ambition and greed for a pedigree might be realized according to his wishes. The old man, however, had much cause for alarm. He, himself, had once gone to the Knights of the Cross, to save Zbyszko and brought back with him an iron splinter between the ribs; now Zbyszko had gone to Malborg, into the very throat of the wolf. Was it to get his wife there or death? They would not look upon him there with a favorable eye, thought Macko. He had just destroyed one of their famous knights and before that he had killed Lichtenstein. Those dog-blooded men loved vengeance. That thought made the old knight very uneasy. It also occurred to him that Zbyszko, being quick tempered, would engage in a fight with some German; or what he most feared was that they would kidnap him as they had old Jurand and his daughter. At Zlotorja they did not scruple to kidnap even the prince himself. Why then should they be scrupulous with Zbyszko?
Then he asked himself what would happen if the youngster should escape the knights, but not find his wife? This thought pleased him, because even if Zbyszko should not recover her, he would still be the owner of Spychow, but that pleasure only lasted for a moment. For while the old man was much concerned about the property, yet Zbyszko"s offspring interested him quite as much. If Da.n.u.sia were to be lost, like a stone in the water and n.o.body knew whether she were alive or dead, Zbyszko could not marry another, and then there would be no heir to the Gradys of Bogdaniec. Ah! It would be quite another thing if he were married to Jagienka!... Moczydoly was not to be scorned; it was s.p.a.cious and well stocked. Such a girl, like an apple-tree in the orchard, would bring forth every year without fail. Thus Macko"s regret was greater than his joy at the prospect of the possession of the new estate. His regret and agitation caused him to renew his questions, and he again inquired of the Bohemian how and when the marriage had taken place.
But the Bohemian replied:
"I have told you already, honored sir, that I do not know when it happened, and what I conjecture I cannot confirm with an oath."
"What do you conjecture?"
"I have never left my young master and we slept together. On one evening only, he ordered me to leave him when I saw them all visit him: the princess accompanied by the lady Jurandowna, (Da.n.u.sia,) Lord de Lorche and Father Wyszoniek. I was even surprised to see the young lady with a wreath on her head; but I thought they had come to administer the sacrament to my master.... It may be that the marriage took place then.... I recollect that the master commanded me to attire myself as for a wedding ceremony, but then I also thought that that was to receive the eucharist."
"And after that, did they remain by themselves?"
"They did not remain alone; and even if they had remained by themselves the master was then so feeble that he could not even eat without a.s.sistance. And there were already people sent by Jurand waiting for the young lady, and she left the following morning...."
"Then Zbyszko has not seen her since?"
"No human eye has seen her."
Then silence reigned for a while.
"What do you think?" asked Macko, presently. "Will the Knights of the Cross give her up, or not?"
The Bohemian shook his head, then he waved his hand discouragingly.
"I think," he said, slowly, "she is lost forever."