"Then the grand duke escaped; but he was as courageous as he usually is. The more you press him, the farther he jumps, like a hazelnut stick. We rushed to the Tavanian ford to defend those crossing over. There were with us a few knights from Poland. The second day, Edyga came with a swarm of Tartars; but he could not do a thing. Hej! When he wanted to pass the ford, we fought him so hard he could not do it. We killed and caught many of them. I myself caught five Tartars, and I sent them to Zgorzelice. You will see what dogheads they have." "In Krakow, they say that the war may reach Poland also." "Do they think Edyga is a fool! He knows well what kind of knights we have; and he also knows that the greatest knights remained home, because the queen was not pleased when Witold began the war on his own authority. Ej, he is cunning, that old Edyga! He understood at Tavania that the prince's army had increased and had gone far beyond the tenth-land!" "But you returned?" "Yes, I returned. There is nothing to do there. In Krakow I heard about you, and that you had started a little ahead of me." Here he turned to Zbyszko: "Hej! my lord, the last time I saw you, you were a small boy; and now, although there is no light, I suppose you are large like an urus. And you had your crossbows ready! One can see you have been in the war." "War has nurtured me since childhood. Let my uncle tell you if I am lacking in experience." "It is not necessary for your uncle to tell me anything; in Krakow, I saw the _Pan_ of Taczew who told me about you. But I understand that the Mazur does not want to give you his daughter. I have nothing against you; but I like you. You will forget about that one when you see my Jagienka. She is a wonder!" "I shall not forget, even if I see ten such as your Jagna." "She will get the estate of Moczydoly for her dowry. Many will ask me for Jagna, do not fear?" Zbyszko wanted to answer: "But not I!" But Zych of Zgorzelice began to sing: "I will bend to your knees And you for that, will give me the girl, Give me the girl!" "You are always happy and singing," said Macko. "Well, and what do the blessed do in heaven." "They sing." "Well, then! And the damned cry. I prefer to go to those who sing rather than to those who cry; and St. Peter will say thus: 'We must let him into paradise; otherwise he will sing in hell, and that will not be right.' Look, the day breaks!" In fact, daylight was coming. After awhile they arrived at a large glade. By the lake covering the greater part of the glade, some people were fishing; but seeing the armed men, they left their nets and immediately seized their picks and staffs and stood ready for battle. "They thought we were robbers," said Zych, laughing. "Hej, fishermen! To whom do you belong?" They stood for a while silently, looking distrustfully; but finally one of them having recognized that they were knights, answered: "To the _ksiondz_, the abbot of Tulcza."