CHAPTER VI.

The _ksiondz_ Wyszoniek dressed Zbyszko's wounds and he stated that only

one rib was broken; but the first day he could not affirm that the sick

man would live, because he could not ascertain whether the heart had been

injured or not. Sir de Lorche was so ill toward morning that he was

obliged to go to bed, and on the following day he could not move his hand

nor his foot, without great pain in all the bones. The princess Danusia

and some other ladies of the court nursed the sick men and prepared for

them, according to the prescriptions of the _ksiondz_ Wyszoniek,

different ointments and potions. But Zbyszko was very severely injured,

and from time to time blood gushed from his mouth, and this alarmed the

_ksiondz_ Wyszoniek very much. He was conscious however, and on the

second day, although very weak, having learned from Danusia to whom he

owed his life, called Hlawa to thank and reward him. He remembered that

he had received the Czech from Jagienka and that had it not been for her

kind heart, he would have perished. He feared that he never would be able

to repay the good-hearted girl for her kindness, but that he would only

be the cause of her sorrow.

"I swore to my _panienka_," said Hlawa, "on my honor of a _wlodyka_, that

I would protect you; therefore I will do it without any reward. You are

indebted to her for your life."

Zbyszko did not answer, but began to breathe heavily; the Czech was

silent for a while, then he said:

"If you wish me to hasten to Bogdaniec, I will go. Perhaps you will be

glad to see the old lord, because God only knows whether you will

recover."

"What does the _ksiondz_ Wyszoniek say?" asked Zbyszko.

"The _ksiondz_ Wyszoniek says that he will know when the new moon comes.

There are four days before the new moon."

"Hej! then you need not go to Bogdaniec, because I will either die, or I

will be well before my uncle could come."

"Could you not send a letter to Bogdaniec? Sanderus will write one. Then

they will know about you, and will engage a mass for you."

"Let me rest now, because I am very ill. If I die, you will return to

Zgorzelice and tell how everything happened; then they can engage a mass.

I suppose they will bury me here or in Ciechanow."

"I think they will bury you in Ciechanow or in Przasnysz, because only

the Kurpie are buried in the forest, and the wolves howl over their

graves. I heard that the prince intends to return with the court to

Ciechanow in two days' time, and then to Warszawa."

"They would not leave me here alone," answered Zbyszko.

He guessed correctly, because that same day the princess asked the

prince's permission to remain in the house in the wilderness, with

Danusia and the ladies-in-waiting, and also with the _ksiondz_ Wyszoniek,

who was opposed to carrying Zbyszko to Przasnysz. Sir de Lorche at the

end of two days felt better, and he was able to leave his bed; but having

learned that the ladies intended to remain, he stayed also, in order to

accompany them on their journey and defend them in case the "Saracens"

attacked them. Whence the "Saracens" could come, the Lotaringer did not

know. It is true that the people in the East used thus to call the

Litwins; but from them no danger could threaten Kiejstut's daughter,

Witold's sister and the first cousin of the mighty "Krakowski king,"

Jagiello. But Sir de Lorche had been among the Knights of the Cross for

so long a time, that notwithstanding all he had heard in Mazowsze about

the baptism of the Litwa, and about the union of the two crowns on the

head of one ruler, he could not believe that any one could expect any

good from the Litwins. Thus the Knights of the Cross had made him

believe, and he had not yet entirely lost all faith in their words.

In the meantime an incident occurred which cast a shadow between Prince

Janusz and his guests. One day, before the departure of the court,

Brother Godfried and Brother Rotgier, who had remained in Ciechanow, came

accompanied by Sir de Fourcy, who was a messenger of bad news to the

Knights of the Cross. There were some foreign guests at the court of the

Krzyzacki _starosta_ in Lubowa; they were Sir de Fourcy and also Herr von

Bergow and Herr Meineger, both belonging to families which had rendered

great services to the Order. They having heard many stories about Jurand

of Spychow, determined, to draw the famous warrior into an open field,

and ascertain for themselves whether he really was as dreadful as

represented. The _starosta_ opposed the plan, giving as a reason that

there was peace between the Order and the Mazowiecki princes; but

finally, perhaps hoping thus to get rid of his terrible neighbor, not

only connived at the expedition but even furnished the armed _knechts_.

The knights sent a challenge to Jurand, who immediately accepted it under

the condition that they would send away the soldiers and that three of

them would fight with him and two of his companions on the boundaries of

Szlonsk and Spychow. But when they refused to send away the _knechts_ or

to retire from the land belonging to Spychow, he suddenly fell upon them,

exterminated the _knechts_, pierced Herr Meineger dreadfully with a

spear, took Herr von Bergow into captivity and put him into the

Spychowski dungeon. De Fourcy alone escaped and after three days'

wandering in the Mazowiecki forests, having learned from some

pitch-burners that there were some brothers of the Order in Ciechanow, he

succeeded in reaching them. He and the brothers of the Order made a

complaint to the prince, and asked for the punishment of Jurand, and for

an order for the deliverance of Herr von Bergow.

This news disturbed the good understanding between the prince and his

guests, because not only the two newly arrived brothers but also Hugo von

Danveld and Zygfried von Löve, began to beseech the prince to render

justice to the Order, to free the boundaries from the plunderer and to

punish him once for all his offences. Hugo von Danveld, having his own

grievance against Jurand, the remembrance of which burned him with shame

and grief, asked for vengeance almost threateningly.

"The complaint will go to the grand master," he said; "and if we be not

able to get justice from Your Grace, he will obtain it himself, even if

the whole Mazowsze help that robber."

But the prince, although naturally good-tempered, became angry and said.

"What kind of justice do you ask for? If Jurand had attacked you first,

then I would surely punish him. But your people were the first to

commence hostilities. Your _starosta_ gave the _knechts_, permission to

go on that expedition. Jurand only accepted the challenge and asked that

the soldiers be sent away. Shall I punish him for that? You attacked that

dreadful man, of whom everybody is afraid, and voluntarily brought

calamity upon yourselves--what do you want then? Shall I order him not to

defend himself, when it pleases you to attack him?"

"It was not the Order that attacked him, but its guests, foreign

knights," answered Hugo.

"The Order is responsible for its guests, and then the _knechts_, from

the Lubowski garrison were there."

"Could the _starosta_ allow his guests to be slaughtered?"

Here the prince turned to Zygfried and said.

"You must take heed lest your wiles offend God."

But the stern Zygfried answered:

"Heir von Bergow must be released from captivity, because the men of his

family were high dignitaries in the Order and they rendered important

services to the Cross."

"And Meineger's death must be avenged," added Hugo von Danveld.

Thereupon the prince arose and walked threateningly toward the Germans;

but after a while, evidently having remembered that they were his guests,

he restrained his anger, put his hand on Zygfried's shoulder, and said:

"Listen: you wear a cross on your mantle, therefore answer according to

your conscience--upon that cross! Was Jurand right or was he not?"

"Herr von Bergow must be released from prison," answered Zygfried von

Löve.

There was as a moment of silence; then the prince said:

"God grant me patience!"

Zygfried continued sharply, his words cutting like a sword:

"The wrong which was done to us in the persons of our guests, is only one

more occasion for complaint. From the time the Order was founded, neither

in Palestine, nor in Siedmiogrod,[103] nor among the heathenish Litwa,

has any man wronged us so much as that robber from Spychow. Your

Highness! we ask for justice and vengeance not for one wrong, but for

thousands; not for the blood shed once, but for years of such deeds, for

which fire from heaven ought to burn that nest of wickedness and cruelty.

Whose moanings entreat God for vengeance? Ours! Whose tears? Ours! We

have complained in vain. Justice has never been given us!"

Having heard this, Prince Janusz began to nod his head and said:

"Hej! formerly the Krzyzaks were received hospitably in Spychow, and

Jurand was not your foe, until after his dear wife died on your rope; and

how many times have you attacked him first, wishing to kill him, as in

this last case, because he challenged and defeated your knights? How many

times have you sent assassins after him, or shot at him with a crossbow

from the forest? He attacked you, it is true, because vengeance burns

within him; but have you not attacked peaceful people in Mazowsze? Have

you not taken their herds, burned their houses and murdered the men,

women and children? And when I complained to the grand master, he sent me

this reply from Marienburg: 'Customary frolic of the boundaries' Let me

be in peace! Was it not you who captured me when I was without arms,

during the time of peace, on my own land? Had it not been for your fear

of the mighty Krakowski king, probably I would have had to moan until now

in captivity. Who ought to complain? With such gratitude you repaid me,

who belonged to the family of your benefactors. Let me be in peace; it is

not you who have the right to talk about justice!"

Having heard this, the Knights of the Cross looked at each other

impatiently, angry because the prince mentioned the occurrence at

Zlotorja, in the presence of Sir de Fourcy; therefore Hugo von Danveld,

wishing to finish the conversation about it, said:

"That was a mistake, Your Highness, and we made amends for it, not on

account of fear of the Krakowski king, but for the sake of justice; and

with regard to the frolics on the boundaries, the grand master cannot be

held responsible, because on every frontier there are some restless

spirits."

"Then you say this yourself, and still you ask for the punishment of

Jurand. What do you wish then?"

"Justice and punishment!"

The prince clenched his bony fists and repeated:

"God grant me patience!"

"Your Princely Majesty must also remember," said Danveld, further, "that

our wantons only wrong lay people who do not belong to the German race,

but your men raise their hand against the German Order, and for this

reason they offend our Saviour Himself."

"Listen!" said the prince. "Do not talk about God; you cannot deceive

Him!"

Then having placed his hands on the Krzyzak's shoulders, he shook him so

strongly, that he frightened him. He relented immediately and said,

mildly:

"If it be true that our guests attacked Jurand first and did not send

away the soldiers, I will not blame him; but had Jurand really accepted

the challenge?"

Having said this, he looked at Sir de Fourcy, winking at him, to deny it;

but the latter, not wishing to lie, answered:

"He asked us to send our soldiers away, and to fight three against

three."

"Are you sure of that?"

"Upon my honor! Herr von Bergow and I agreed, but Meineger did not

consent."

Here the prince interrupted:

"_Starosta_ from Szczytno! you know better than anybody else that Jurand

would not miss a challenge."

Then he turned to all present and said:

"If one of you will challenge Jurand to a fight on horseback or on foot,

I give my permission. If he be taken prisoner or killed, then Herr von

Bergow will be released without paying any ransom. Do not ask me for

anything else, because I will not grant it."

After these words, there was a profound silence. Hugo von Danveld,

Zygfried von Löve, Brother Rotgier and Brother Godfried, although brave,

knew the dreadful lord of Spychow too well to dare to challenge him for

life or death. Only a foreigner from a far distant country, like de

Lorche or de Fourcy, would do it; but de Lorche was not present during

the conversation, and Sir de Fourcy was still too frightened.

"I have seen him once," he muttered, "and I do not wish to see him any

more."

Zygfried von Löve said:

"It is forbidden the monks to fight in single combat, except by special

permission from the grand master and the grand marshal; but I do not ask

for permission for a combat, but for the release of von Bergow and the

punishment by death of Jurand."

"You do not make the laws in this country."

"Our grand master will know how to administer justice."

"Your grand master has nothing to do with Mazowsze!"

"The emperor and the whole German nation will help him."

"The king of Poland will help me, and he is more powerful than the German

emperor."

"Does Your Highness wish for a war with the Order?"

"If I wanted a war, I would not wait for you to come to Mazowsze, but

would go toward you; you need not threaten me, because I am not afraid of

you."

"What shall I say to the grand master?"

"He has not asked you anything. Tell him what you please."

"Then we will avenge ourselves."

Thereupon the prince stretched forth his arm and began to shake his

finger close to the Krzyzak's face.

"Keep quiet!" said he, angrily; "keep quiet! I gave you permission to

challenge Jurand; but if you dare to invade this country with the army of

the Order, then I will attack you, and you will stay here not as a guest

but as a prisoner."

Evidently his patience was entirely exhausted, because he threw a cap

violently on the table and left the room, slamming the door. The Knights

of the Cross became pale and Sir de Fourcy looked at them askance.

"What will happen now?" asked Brother Rotgier, who was the first to break

the silence.

Hugo von Danveld turned to Sir de Fourcy and menacing him with his fists,

said:

"Why did you tell him that you attacked Jurand?"

"Because it is true!"

"You should have lied."

"I came here to fight and not to lie."

"Well, you fought well, indeed!"

"And you! did you not run away from Jurand of Spychow?"

"_Pax!_" said von Löve. "This knight is a guest of the Order."

"It is immaterial what he said," added Brother Godfried. "They would not

punish Jurand without a trial, and in the court, the truth would come

out."

"What will be done now?" repeated Brother Rotgier.

There was a moment of silence; then the sturdy and virulent Zygfried von

Löve spoke:

"We must finish once for all with that bloody dog!" said he. "Herr von

Bergow must be released from his fetters. We will gather the garrisons

from Szczytno, Insburk and Lubowa; we will summon the Chelminsk nobility

and attack Jurand. It is time to settle with him!"

"We cannot do it without permission from the grand master."

"If we succeed, the grand master will be pleased!" said Brother Godfried.

"But if we do not succeed? If the prince go against us?"

"He will not do that if there is peace between him and the Order."

"There is peace, but we are going to violate it. Our garrisons will not

be sufficient to fight against the Mazurs."

"Then the grand master will help us and there will be a war."

Danveld frowned again and became thoughtful.

"No! no!" said he after a while. "If we be successful, the grand master

will be pleased. Envoys will be sent to the prince, there will be

negotiations and we will go scot-free. But in case of defeat, the Order

will not intercede for us and will not declare war. Another grand master

is necessary for that. The Polski king is behind the prince, and the

grand master will not quarrel with him."

"But we have taken the Dobrzynska province; it is evident that we are not

afraid of Krakow."

"There was some pretext--Opolczyk. We took it apparently in pledge, and

then----" Here he looked around and said quietly:

"I heard in Marienburg, that if they threaten us with war, we will return

the province."

"Ah!" said Brother Rotgier, "if we had Markward Salzbach with us, or

Shomberg who killed Witold's whelps, he would find some remedy against

Jurand. Witold was the king's viceroy and a grand duke! Notwithstanding

that, Shomberg was not punished. He killed Witold's children, and went

scot-free! Verily, there is great lack among us of people who can find a

remedy for everything."

Having heard this, Hugo von Danveld put his elbows on the table, leaned

his head on his hands and plunged into deep thought. Then his eyes became

bright, he wiped, according to his custom, his moist, thick lips with the

upper part of his hand and said:

"May the moment in which you mentioned, pious brother, the name of the

valiant Shomberg be blessed."

"Why? Have you found a remedy?" asked Zygfried von Löve.

"Speak quickly!" exclaimed Brother Godfried.

"Listen," said Hugo. "Jurand has a daughter here, his only child, whom he

loves dearly."

"Yes, so he has. We know her. The princess Anna Danuta loves her also."

"Yes. Listen then: if you capture this girl, Jurand will give as a ransom

for her, not only, Bergow, but all his prisoners, himself and Spychow!"

"By Saint Bonifacius' blood shed in Duchum!" exclaimed Brother Godfried;

"it would be as you say!"

Then they were silent, as if frightened by the boldness and the

difficulties of the enterprise. But after a while Brother Rotgier turned

toward Zygfried von Löve, and said:

"Your judgment and experience are equal to your bravery: what do you

think about this plan?"

"I think that the matter is worthy of consideration."

"Because," said Rotgier further, "the girl is a lady-in-waiting with the

princess--the princess loves her as if she were her own daughter. Think,

pious brother, what an uproar will arise."

But Hugo von Danveld began to laugh:

"You said yourself, that Shomberg poisoned or strangled Witold's whelps,

and what happened to him? They will raise an uproar about anything we do;

but if we sent Jurand in chains to the grand master, then it is certain

that we could expect reward rather than punishment."

"Yes," said von Löve, "there is a good opportunity for an attack. The

prince is going away and Anna Danuta will remain here alone with her

court. However it is a serious matter to invade the prince's house during

the time of peace. The prince's house is not Spychow. It will be the same

thing that happened in Zlotorja! Again complaints against the Order will

go to all kings and to the pope; again that cursed Jagiello will threaten

us, and the grand master; you know him: he is glad to take hold of

anything he can, but he does not wish for war with Jagiello. Yes! there

will be a great uproar in all the provinces of Mazowsze and of Polska."

"In the meanwhile Jurand's bones will whiten on a hook," answered Brother

Hugo. "Then we do not need to take his daughter from the prince's

mansion."

"But we cannot do it from Ciechanow either, because there, besides the

noblemen, there are three hundred archers."

"No. But Jurand can become ill and send for his daughter. Then the

princess would not prevent her going, and if the girl be lost on the

road, who will accuse you or me and say to us: 'You captured her!'"

"Bah!" answered von Löve, impatiently. "You must first make Jurand sick

and then make him summon the girl."

At this Hugo smiled triumphantly and answered:

"I have a goldsmith, who having been driven from Marienburg for theft,

settled in Szczytno and who is able to make a seal; I also have people,

who although our bondmen, came from the Mazurski country. Do you

understand me yet?"

"I understand," shouted Brother Godfried.

And Rotgier raised his hands and said:

"May God bless you, pious brother, because neither Markward Salzbach, nor

Shomberg could find better means."

Then he half closed his eyes, as if he saw something afar.

"I see Jurand," said he, "with a rope around his neck, standing at the

Gdansk gate in Marienburg and our _knechts_ are kicking him."

"And the girl will become a servant of the Order," said Hugo.

Having heard this, von Löve turned his severe eyes on Danveld; but the

latter again rubbed his lips with the upper part of his hand and said:

"And now to Szczytno as soon as we can!"

Before starting on the journey to Szczytno, the four brothers of the

Order and de Fourcy went to bid the prince and the princess adieu. It was

not a very friendly farewell; but the prince, not wishing to act contrary

to the old Polish custom which did not permit the guests to depart with

empty hands, made each brother a present of some beautiful marten-fur and

of one _grzywna_ of silver; they received the presents with great

pleasure, assuring the prince that being brothers of an order, and having

made a solemn promise to live in poverty, they would not retain the money

for themselves, but would distribute it among the poor, whom they would

recommend to pray for the prince's health, fame and future salvation.

The Mazurs laughed in their sleeves at such an assurance, because they

knew very well how rapacious the Order was, and still better what liars

the Knights of the Cross were.

It was a popular saying in Mazowsze: "As the skunk smells, so the Krzyzak

lies." The prince waved his hand to such thanks, and after they went out

he said that by the intervention of the Knights of the Cross, one would

go to heaven as swiftly as the craw-fish walks.

But before that, while taking leave of the princess, at the moment that

Zygfried von Löve kissed her hand, Hugo von Danveld approached Danusia,

put his hand on her head and caressing her, said:

"Our commandment is to return good for evil, and even to love our enemy;

therefore I will send a sister of the Order here, and she will bring you

the healing balm."

"How can I thank you for it?" answered Danusia.

"Be a friend of the Order and of the monks."

De Fourcy noticed this conversation, and in the meantime he was struck by

the beauty of the young girl; therefore as they traveled toward Szczytno,

he asked:

"Who is that beautiful lady of the court with whom you were talking while

taking leave of the princess?"

"Jurand's daughter!" answered the Krzyzak.

Sir de Fourcy was surprised.

"The same whom you propose to capture?"

"Yes. And when we capture her, Jurand is ours."

"Evidently everything is not bad that comes from Jurand. It will be worth

while to guard such a prisoner."

"Do you think it will be easier to fight with her than with Jurand?"

"I mean that I think the same as you do. The father is a foe of the

Order; but you spoke words as sweet as honey to the daughter, and besides

you promised to send her the balm."

Evidently Hugo von Danveld felt the need of justification before Zygfried

von Löve who, although not better than the others, observed the austere

laws of the Order, and very often scolded the other brothers.

"I promised her the balm," said Hugo, "for that young knight, who was

injured by the bison and to whom she is betrothed. If they make an outcry

when the girl is captured, then we will tell them that we did not wish to

harm her any, and the best proof of it will be that on account of

Christian mercy we sent her some medicine."

"Very well," said von Löve. "Only we must send somebody whom we can

trust."

"I will send a pious woman, entirely faithful to the Order. I will

command her to look and to listen. When our people, apparently sent by

Jurand, arrive, they will find the road already prepared."

"It will be difficult to get such people."

"No! In our province the people speak the same language. There are in our

city, bah! even among the _knechts_ of the garrison, some men who left

Mazowsze because they were pursued by the law; it is true they are

thieves and robbers; but they do not fear anybody and they are ready to

do anything. To those men, I will promise, in case they succeed, a large

reward; if they fail, a rope."

"Bah! Suppose they betray us?"

"They will not betray us, because in Mazowsze every one of them deserves

to be hanged. Only we must give them decent clothes so that they will be

taken for Jurand's servants; and we must get the principal thing: a

letter with Jurand's seal."

"We must foresee everything," said Brother Rotgier. "It is probable that

Jurand will go to see the prince, and justify himself on account of the

last war. If he is in Ciechanow, he will go to see his daughter. It may

happen that our men when they go to capture Jurandowna, will come in

contact with Jurand himself."

"The men whom I am going to choose are sharp. They will know that they

will be hanged if they come in contact with Jurand. It will be to their

own interest not to meet him."

"But they may be captured."

"Then we will deny them and the letter. Who can prove that we sent them?

And then if there be no outrage, there will be no outcry, and it will not

harm the Order, if Mazury cut several scoundrels into pieces."

Brother Godfried, the youngest of the monks, said:

"I do not understand your policy, nor your fear that it may be known that

the girl was carried off by our command. Because if we have her in our

possession, we will be obliged to send some one to Jurand to tell him:

'Your daughter is with us; if you wish her to be set at liberty, give von

Bergow and yourself in exchange for her.' You cannot do otherwise, and

then it will be known that we ordered the girl to be carried off."

"That is true!" said Sir de Fourcy, who did not like the whole affair.

"Why should we hide that which must come out?"

But Hugo von Danveld began to laugh, and turning to Brother Godfried,

asked:

"How long have you worn the white mantle?"

"It will be six years the first week after the day of the Holy Trinity."

"When you have worn it six years longer, you will understand the affairs

of the Order better. Jurand knows us better than you do. We will tell

him: 'Your daughter is watched by Brother Shomberg; if you say a word,

remember what happened to Witold's children!'"

"And then?"

"Then von Bergow will be free and the Order also will be free from

Jurand."

"No!" exclaimed Brother Rotgier; "everything is planned so cleverly that

God ought to bless our enterprise."

"God blesses all deeds whose purpose is the good of the Order," said the

gloomy Zygfried von Löve.

Then they rode silently, and before them went their retinue, to open the

way, because the road was covered with a heavy snow, which had fallen

during the night. The day was cloudy, but warm; therefore the horses were

steaming. From the forest flocks of crows were flying toward the

villages, filling the air with their gloomy cawing.

Sir de Fourcy remained a little bit behind the Knights of the Cross and

rode along in deep thought. He had been the guest of the Order for

several years, and had participated in the expeditions against the Zmudz,

where he distinguished himself by great bravery. Everywhere he had been

received as the Knights of the Cross knew how to receive the knights from

remote countries; he became attached to them very strongly, and not being

rich, he planned to join their ranks. In the meanwhile he either lived in

Marienburg, or visited the commanderies, searching in his travels for

distractions and adventures. Having just arrived at Lubowa with the rich

von Bergow, and having heard about Jnrand, he desired very much to fight

with the man who was regarded with general dread. The arrival of

Meineger, who was always victorious, precipitated the expedition. The

_comthur_ of Lubowa furnished the men for it, but in the meanwhile he

told them so much not only about Jurand's cruelty, but also about his

cunning and treachery, that when Juvand asked them to send away the

soldiers, they refused to do it, fearing that if they did, he would

surround and exterminate them or else capture and put them into the

Spychowski dungeons. Then Jurand thinking that they cared less about a

knightly fight than about plunder, attacked them and defeated them. De

Fourcy saw von Bergow overthrown with his horse; he saw Meineger with a

piece of a spear in his body, and he saw the men asking in vain for

mercy. He escaped with great difficulty, and wandered for several days in

the forests, where he would have died of hunger or been destroyed by wild

beasts, if by chance he had not reached Ciechanow, where he found

Brothers Godfried and Rotgier. From the expedition he emerged with a

feeling of humiliation and shame, and with a desire for vengeance and a

longing after Bergow, who was his dear friend. Therefore he joined with

his whole soul in the complaint of the Knights of the Cross, when they

asked for the punishment of the Polish knight and the freedom of his

unhappy companion. When their complaint had no effect whatever, in the

first moment he was ready to approve of any plan for vengeance against

Jurand. But now some scruples were aroused in him. Listening to the

conversation of the monks, and especially to what Hugo von Danveld said,

he could not refrain from astonishment. It is true, that having become

well acquainted during the past few years with the Knights of the Cross,

he knew that they were not what they were represented to be in Germany

and in the West. In Marienburg, he knew, however, a few honest and

upright knights who often complained of the corruption of the brothers,

of their lasciviousness and lack of discipline; de Fourcy felt that they

were right, but being himself dissolute and lacking in discipline, he did

not criticise them for those faults, especially because all knights of

the Order redeemed them with bravery. He had seen them at Wilno, fighting

breast to breast with the Polish knights; at the taking of castles,

defended with superhuman stubbornness by Polish garrisons; he had seen

them perishing under the blows of axes and swords, in general assaults or

in single combats. They were merciless and cruel toward the Litwa, but at

the same time, they were as brave as lions.

But now it seemed to Sir de Fourcy, that Hugo von Danveld advised such

actions from which every knight's soul should recoil; and the other

brothers not only were not angry with him, but approved of his words.

Therefore astonishment seized him more and more; finally he became deeply

thoughtful, pondering whether it was proper to join in the performance of

such deeds.

If it were only a question of carrying off the girl and then exchanging

her for Bergow, he would perhaps consent to that, although his heart had

been moved by Danusia's beauty. But evidently the Knights of the Cross

wished for something else. Through her they wished to capture Jurand, and

then murder him, and together with him,--in order to hide the fraud and

the crime--must assuredly murder the girl also.

They had threatened her already with the same fate that Witold's children

met, in case Jurand should dare to complain. "They do not intend to keep

any promise, but to cheat both and kill both," said de Fourcy, to

himself, "although they wear the cross, and ought to guard their honor

more than anybody else."

He became more and more indignant at such effrontery, and he determined

to verify his suspicions; therefore he rode near Danveld and asked:

"If Jurand give himself up to you, will you set the girl at liberty?"

"If we let her go free, the whole world would immediately say that we had

captured both of them," answered Danveld.

"Then, what do you propose to do with her?"

At this Danveld bent toward the knight, and laughing, showed his rotten

teeth from beneath his thick lips.

"Do you mean what will be done with her, before or after?"

But Fourcy, surmising already that which he wished to know, became

silent; for a while he seemed to struggle with himself; then he raised

himself in his stirrups and said so loudly that he could be heard by all

four of the monks:

"The pious brother, Ulrych von Jungingen, who is an example and an

ornament of knighthood, said to me: 'Among the old knights in Marienburg,

one can still find worthy Knights of the Cross; but those who control the

commanderies near the frontier, only bring shame upon the Order.'"

"We are all sinful, but we serve the Saviour," answered Hugo.

"Where is your knightly honor? One cannot serve the Saviour by shameful

deeds. You must know that I will not put my hand to anything like that,

and that I also will prevent you."

"What will you prevent?"

"The artifice, the treachery, the shame!"

"How can you do it? In the fight with Jurand, you lost your retinue and

wagons. You are obliged to live on the generosity of the Order, and you

will die from hunger if we do not throw you a piece of bread; and then,

you are alone, we are four--how could you prevent us?"

"How can I prevent you?" repeated de Fourcy. "I can return to the mansion

and warn the prince; I can divulge your plans to the whole world."

Here the brothers of the Order looked at one another, and their faces

changed in the twinkling of an eye. Hugo von Danveld, especially, looked

questioningly into Zygfried von Löve's eyes; then he turned to Sir de

Fourcy:

"Your ancestors," said he, "used to serve in the Order, and you wished to

join it also; but we do not receive traitors."

"And I do not wish to serve with traitors."

"Ej! you shall not fulfill your threat. The Order knows how to punish not

only the monks----"

Sir de Fourcy being excited by these words, drew his sword, and seized

the blade with his left hand; his right hand he put on the hilt and said:

"On this hilt which is in the form of the cross, on St. Denis, my

patron's head, and on my knightly honor, I swear that I will warn the

Mazowiecki prince and the grand master."

Hugo von Danveld again looked inquiringly at Zygfried von Löve, who

closed his eyelids, as if consenting to something.

Then Danveld said in a strangely muffled and changed voice:

"St. Denis could carry his head after he was beheaded, but when yours

once falls down----"

"Are you threatening me?" interrupted de Fourcy.

"No, but I kill!" answered Danveld. And he thrust his knife into de

Fourcy's side with such strength, that the blade disappeared up to the

hilt. De Fourcy screamed dreadfully; for a while he tried to seize his

sword which he held in his left hand, with his right, but he dropped it;

at the same time, the other three brothers began to pierce him

mercilessly with their knives, in the neck, in the back, and in the

stomach, until he fell from his horse.

Then there was silence. De Fourcy bleeding dreadfully from several

wounds, quivered on the snow. From beneath the leaden sky, there came

only the cawing of the crows, which were flying from the silent

wilderness, toward human habitations.

Then there began a hurried conversation between the murderers:

"Our servants did not see anything!" said Danveld, panting.

"No. The retinues are in front; we cannot see them," answered von Löve.

"Listen: we will have cause for a new complaint. We will publish the

statement that the Mazowiecki knights fell upon us and killed our

companion. We will shout aloud--they will hear us in Marienburg--that the

prince sent murderers even after his guests. Listen! we must say that

Janusz did not wish to listen to our complaints against Jurand, but that

he ordered the accuser to be murdered."

In the meanwhile, de Fourcy turned in the last convulsion on his back and

then remained motionless, with a bloody froth on his lips and with dread

pictured in his widely-opened dead eyes. Brother Rotgier looked at him

and said:

"Notice, pious brothers, how God punishes even the thought of treachery."

"What we have done, was done for the good of the Order," answered

Godfried. "Glory to those----"

But he stopped, because at that moment, behind them, at the turn of the

snowy road, there appeared a horseman, who rushed forward as fast as his

horse could go. Having perceived him, Hugo von Danveld quickly exclaimed:

"Whoever this man is--he must die." And von Löve, who although the oldest

among the brothers, had very keen eyesight, said:

"I recognize him; it is that shield-bearer who killed the bison with an

axe. Yes; it is he!"

"Hide your knives, so that he may not become frightened," said Danveld.

"I will attack him first, you shall follow me."

In the meanwhile, the Bohemian arrived and reined in his horse at a

distance of eight or ten steps. He noticed the corpse lying in the pool

of blood, the horse without a rider, and astonishment appeared on his

face; but it lasted only for the twinkling of an eye. After a while, he

turned to the brothers as if nothing had happened and said:

"I bow to you, brave knights!"

"We recognize you," answered Danveld, approaching slowly. "Have you

anything for us?"

"The knight Zbyszko of Bogdaniec, after whom I carry the spear, sent me,

because being injured by the bison, he could not come himself."

"What does your master wish from us?"

"My master commanded me to tell you that because you unrighteously

accused Jurand of Spychow, to the detriment of his knightly honor, you

did not act like honest knights, but howled like dogs; and if any one of

you feels insulted by these words, he challenges him to a combat on

horseback or on foot, to the last breath; he will be ready for the duel

as soon as with God's help and mercy he is released from his present

indisposition."

"Tell your master, that the Knights of the Order bear insults patiently

for the Saviour's sake, and they cannot fight, without special permission

from the grand master or from the grand marshal; for which permission

they will write to Malborg."

The Czech again looked at de Fourcy's corpse, because he had been sent

especially to that knight. Zbyszko knew that the monks could not fight in

single combat: but having heard that there was a secular knight with

them, he wanted to challenge him especially, thinking that by doing so he

would win Jurand's favor. But that knight was lying slaughtered like an

ox, by the four Knights of the Cross.

It is true that the Czech did not understand what had happened; but being

accustomed from childhood to different kinds of danger, he suspected some

treachery. He was also surprised to see Danveld, while talking with him,

approach him closer and closer; the others began to ride to his sides, as

if to surround him. Consequently he was upon the alert, especially as he

did not have any weapons; he had not brought any, being in great haste.

In the meanwhile Danveld who was near him, said:

"I promised your master some healing balm; he repays me badly for my good

deed. But no wonder, that is the usual thing among the Polaks. But as he

is severely injured and may soon be called to God, tell him then----"

Here he leaned his left hand on the Czech's shoulder.

"Tell him then, that I--well--I answer this way!----"

And at the same moment, his knife gleamed near the throat of the

shield-bearer; but before he could thrust, the Czech who had been

watching his movements closely, seized Danveld's right hand, with his

iron-like hands, bent and twisted it so that the bones cracked; then

hearing a dreadful roaring of pain, he pricked his horse and rushed away

like an arrow, before the others could stop him.

Brothers Rotgier and Godfried pursued him, but they soon returned,

frightened by a dreadful cry from Danveld. Von Löve supported him with

his shoulders, while he cried so loudly that the retinue, riding with the

wagons in front at quite a distance, stopped their horses.

"What is the matter with you?" asked the brothers.

But von Löve ordered them to ride forward as fast as they could, and

bring a wagon, because Danveld could not remain in his saddle. After a

moment, a cold perspiration covered his forehead and he fainted.

When they brought the wagon, they put him on some straw in the bottom and

hurried toward the frontier. Von Löve urged them forward because he

realized that after what had happened, they could not lose time in

nursing Danveld. Having seated himself beside him in the wagon, he rubbed

his face with snow from time to time; but he could not resuscitate him.

At last when near the frontier, Danveld opened his eyes and began to look

around.

"How do you feel?" asked Löve.

"I do not feel any pain, but neither can I feel my hand," answered

Danveld.

"Because it has grown stiff already; that is why you do not feel any

pain. It will come back in a warm room. In the meanwhile, thank God even

for a moment of relief."

Rotgier and Godfried approached the wagon.

"What a misfortune!" said the first. "What shall we do now?"

"We will declare," said Danveld in a feeble voice, "that the

shield-bearer murdered de Fourcy."

"It is their latest crime and the culprit is known!" added Rotgier.