The Knights of the Cross, or, Krzyzacy. Henryk Sienkiewicz

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СКАЧАТЬ seized him in his arms, and began to kiss his fair head. Grief, bitterness and loneliness had so filled the heart of the youth, that he began to cry on his uncle's breast like a little child.

      "I thought you would never come back," said he, sobbing.

      "That came near being true," answered Macko.

      Now Zbyszko raised his head and having looked at him, exclaimed:

      "What was the matter with you?"

      He looked with amazement at the emaciated and pallid face of the old warrior, at his bent figure and his gray hair.

      "What was the matter with you?" he repeated.

      Macko sat on the bed and for a while breathed heavily.

      "What was the matter?" said he, finally.

      "Hardly had I passed the frontier, before the Germans whom I met in the forest, wounded me with a crossbow. Raubritters! You know! I cannot breathe! God sent me help, otherwise you would not see me here."

      "Who rescued you?"

      "Jurand of Spychow," answered Macko.

      There was a moment of silence.

      "They attacked me; but half a day later he attacked them and hardly half

       of them escaped. He took me with him to the grodek and then to Spychow. I fought with death for three weeks. God did not let me die and although I am not well yet, I have returned."

      "Then you have not been in Malborg?"

      "On what would I ride? They robbed me of everything and they took the letter with the other things. I returned to ask Princess Ziemowitowa for another; but I have not met her yet, and whether I will see her or not, I do not know. I must prepare for the other world!"

      Having said this, he spit on the palm of his hand and stretching it toward Zbyszko, showed him blood on it, saying:

      "Do you see?"

      After a while he added:

      "It must be God's will."

      They were both silent for a time under the burden of their gloomy thoughts; then Zbyszko said:

      "Then you spit blood continually?"

      "How can I help it; there is a spear head half a span long between my ribs. You would spit also! I was a little better before I left Jurand of Spychow; but now I am very tired, because the way was long and I hastened."

      "He; I why did you hasten?"

      "Because I wished to see Princess Alexandra and get another letter from her. Jurand of Spychow said 'Go and bring the letter to Spychow. I have a few Germans imprisoned here. I will free one of them if he promise upon his knightly word to carry the letter to the gland master.' For vengeance for his wife's death, he always keeps several German captives and listens joyfully when they moan and their chains rattle. He is a man full of hatred. Understand?"

      "I understand. But I wonder that you did not recover the lost letter, if

       Jurand captured those who attacked you."

      "He did not capture all of them. Five or six escaped. Such is our lot!"

      "How did they attack you? From ambush?"

      "From behind such thick bushes that one could see nothing. I was riding without armor, because the merchants told me that the country was safe, and it was warm."

      "Who was at the head of the robbers? A Krzyzak?"

      "Not a friar, but a German. Chelminczyk of Lentz, famous for his robberies on the highway."

      "What became of him?"

      "Jurand chained him. But he has in his dungeons two noblemen, Mazurs, whom he wishes to exchange for himself."

      There was a moment of silence.

      "Dear Jesus," Zbyszko said, finally; "Lichtenstein is alive, and also that robber from Lentz; but we must perish without vengeance. They will behead me and you will not be able to live through the winter."

      "Bah! I will not live even until winter. If I could only help you in some way to escape."

      "Have you seen anybody here?"

      "I went to see the castellan of Krakow. When I learned that Lichtenstein had departed, I thought perhaps the castellan would be less severe."

      "Then Lichtenstein went away?"

      "Immediately after the queen's death, he went to Marienburg. I went to see the castellan; but he answered me thus: 'They will execute your nephew, not to please Lichtenstein, but because that is his sentence. It will make no difference whether Lichtenstein be here or not. Even if he die, nothing will be changed; the law is according to justice and not like a jacket, which you can turn inside out. The king can show clemency; but no one else.'"

      "And where is the king?"

      "After the funeral he went to Rus'."

      "Well, then there is no hope at all."

      "No." The castellan said still further: "I pity him, because the Princess

       Anna begs for his pardon, but I cannot, I cannot!"

      "Then Princess Anna is still here?"

      "May God reward her! She is a good lady. She is still here, because

       Jurandowna is sick, and the princess loves her as her own child."

      "For God's sake! Then Danusia is sick! What is the matter with her?"

      "I don't know! The princess says that somebody has thrown a spell over her."

      "I am sure it is Lichtenstein! Nobody else—only Lichtenstein—a dog-brother!"

      "It may be he. But what can you do to him? Nothing!"

      "That is why they all seemed to have forgotten me here; she was sick."

      Having said this, Zbyszko began to walk up and down the room; finally he seized Macko's hand, kissed it, and said:

      "May God reward you for everything! If you die, I will be the cause of your death. Before you get any worse, you must do one thing more. Go to the castellan and beg him to release me, on my knightly word, for twelve weeks. After that time I will return, and they may behead me. But it must not be that we both die without vengeance. You know! I will go to Marienburg, and immediately send a challenge to Lichtenstein. It cannot be otherwise. One of us must die!"

      Macko began to rub his forehead.

      "I will go; but will the castellan permit?"

      "I will give my knightly word. For twelve weeks—I do not need more."

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