Then she advanced in front of the retinue, obviously to prevent the servants overhearing their conversation. When Macko was near her she inquired:
"Are you surely going?"
"If G.o.d will, not later than to-morrow."
"Are you going to Malborg?"
"To Malborg, or any other place, according to circ.u.mstances."
"Now then listen to me. I have thought a long time about what I ought to do. I want to ask your advice, too. You well know that as long as papa was alive, and the abbot was powerful, it was quite different. Cztan and Wilk also thought that I should choose one of them, so they kept their temper. But now I stand alone without a protector; then either I shall remain at Zgorzelice in a fortress, like a prisoner, or they will do us some harm without fail. Is it not so?"
"Yes," said Macko, "I thought of it myself."
"And what did you devise?"
"I devised nothing, but I must tell you one thing, that we are in Poland and the law of this country punishes severely those who are guilty of acts of violence."
"Very well, but the transgressors have no difficulty in crossing the frontier. Indeed, I know that Szlonsk is also in Poland, yet there the princes themselves quarrel and attack each other. If it were not so, my beloved father would still be alive. There are already Germans there and the times are stormy; they are mischievous, so that if any one of them wishes to conceal himself, he does. It would be easy for me to avoid Cztan and Wilk, but it concerns my little brother. If I should be absent there would be peace, but if I remained in Zgorzelice, G.o.d only knows what ill luck might happen. There would be outrages and fights; and Jasiek is already fourteen years old, and n.o.body, not even myself, can detain him. Upon the last occasion when you came to our a.s.sistance he flew to the front, and when Cztan used his club upon the crowd he nearly hit him on the head. "O," Jasko said to the servants, "those two I will prosecute to the very end." I tell you that there will not be a single peaceful day and some evil might befall the youngster."
"Faith. Cztan and Wilk are dog-brothers," said Macko, "although they would not dare lift up their hands against children. Bah! only a Knight of the Cross would do that."
"They will not lift up their hands against children, but in case of tumult, or, G.o.d forbid, in an incendiary fire, there will be no lack of accidents. Why talk! I love the brother of old Sieciechowa as my own parents, and protection for them from the dear old woman is not wanting, yet, without me ... would they be safer without me?"
"May be," replied Macko.
Then he looked slyly at the girl.
"Then, what do you want?"
And she replied in a low tone:
"Take me with you."
Then Macko, although he easily understood the drift of the conversation, was much surprised. He checked his horse, and exclaimed:
"Fear G.o.d, Jagienka."
But she dropped her head and replied bashfully and sadly:
"You may think so, but as far as myself is concerned, I would rather speak out than be silent. Hlawa and yourself said that Zbyszko will never find Da.n.u.sia, and the Bohemian"s hope of finding her is even less. G.o.d is my witness that I do not wish her evil in the least. Let the mother of G.o.d watch over that poor girl and keep her. Zbyszko loved her more than myself. Well, I cannot help it. Such is my lot. But observe this, so long as Zbyszko does not find her, or as you believe, he will never find her, then, then ..."
"What then?" asked Macko, seeing that the girl was getting more and more confused and stammering.
"Then I do not wish to be Madame Cztan, nor Madame Wilk, nor madame anybody."
Macko breathed freely.
"I thought that you had already forgiven him."
But she, still in a sad tone, replied: "Ah!..."
"Then what are your wishes? How can we take you among the Knights of the Cross?"
"Not exactly among the Knights of the Cross, I should like to be now with the abbot who is confined in the hospital at Sieradz. He has not a single friendly soul with him. The servants care more for the pitcher than they do for him. Moreover, he is my G.o.dfather and benefactor. If he were well I would have sought his protection all the same because the people fear him."
"I shall not dispute that," said Macko, who as a matter of fact, would be glad that Jagienka should not go with him, for he well knew the Knights of the Cross, and he was thoroughly convinced that Da.n.u.ska would never come out alive from their hands. "But only this I tell you, that to travel with a girl is very troublesome."
"May be with others, but not with me. Nothing has occurred to me so far, but I am accustomed to go about with the bow and can endure hardship in the chase. When it is necessary, it is necessary. Don"t be afraid. I shall take Jasiek"s clothing and a net for my hair and I shall go.
Jasiek, although younger than I am, with the exception of his hair looks exactly like myself, so much so that when we disguised ourselves last carnival our departed father could not tell one from the other. Observe, neither the abbot nor anybody else recognized me."
"Neither Zbyszko?"
"If I shall see him...."
Macko thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said:
"But Wilk of Brzozowa and Cztan of Rogow would be furious."
"Let them! It might be worse if they came after us."
"Well! Fear not. I am an old man, but let them beware of my fist. All the Gradys are of the same mettle!... However, they have already tested Zbyszko...."
Meanwhile they arrived at Krzesnia. Old Wilk of Brzozowa, who also happened to be at church, from time to time cast gloomy glances at Macko, but he did not mind it, and with a light heart he returned with Jagienka immediately after ma.s.s.... Then they took leave of each other and parted.
When Macko was by himself at Bogdaniec, less happy thoughts pa.s.sed through his mind. He understood that neither the people at Zgorzelice nor the relatives of Jagienka would really object to her departure. "But as to the girl"s admirers," he said to himself, "that is quite another affair, but against the orphans and their property they would not dare to lift up their hand, because they would cover themselves with excessive infamy. Everybody would be against them as one is against a wolf. But Bogdaniec is left to G.o.d"s favor!... The quarries will be filled up, the flocks will be seized, the peasants will be enticed away!... If G.o.d permit me to return, then I will fight them. I shall send out bans, and fight them not with the fist but with the law!... Only let me return, and if I do?... They will combine against me, because I have spoiled their love affair, and if she goes with me they will yet be more rancorous."
He was much grieved about his estate at Bogdaniec which he had improved.
Now he felt sure that on his return he would find it desolate and in ruins.
"Now then, it is necessary to take counsel," he thought.
Accordingly, after dinner, he ordered his horse to be saddled and left directly for Brzozowa.
It was already dark when he arrived. Old Wilk was sitting in the front room drinking mead from a pitcher. Young Wilk, who was wounded by Cztan, was lying on a skin-covered bench, and was also drinking mead. Macko entered unexpectedly and remained standing upon the threshold with a stern look on his face; tall, bony, armed only with a big sabre at his side. They recognized him at once, because his face was lit up by the bright flame of the fireplace, and at the first moment, both the father and son jumped up, lightning-like, and running toward the wall seized the first arms that were at hand.
But the old experienced Macko, well knowing the people and their customs, did not interfere in the least, he did not even reach his hand to his sword. He only put his hands on his hips, and said quietly in a somewhat sarcastic voice:
"How is it? Is this the kind of hospitality which the n.o.bles in Brzozowa practice?"
These words had the desired effect; their hands fell, and in a moment the old man let fall the sword with a clash, the young man dropped his pike, and they stood with their necks craned toward Macko, their faces still expressing hatred, but already amazed and ashamed of themselves.
Macko smiled and said:
"May the name of Christ be praised!"
"Forever and ever."
"And Saint Jerzy."
"We serve him."