"Such is the custom; you must not resist." "Even if he had kissed both your hands," said Macko, "it would not be enough for all that you have brought us." "What have you brought?" asked Zbyszko, looking around the court-yard; but he did not see anything except the black horse tied to the post. "The wagons have not come yet; but they will soon be here," answered Jagienka. Macko began to enumerate what she had brought; but when he mentioned the two beds, Zbyszko said: "I am satisfied to sleep on the urus' skin; but I thank you because you thought about me also." "It was not I; it was _Tatulo_," answered the girl, blushing. "If you prefer to sleep on the skin, you can do it." "I prefer to sleep on what I can. Sometimes after a battle, I slept with a dead Krzyzak instead of a pillow under my head." "You do not mean to tell me that you have ever killed a Krzyzak? I am sure you have not." Zbyszko, instead of answering, began to laugh. But Macko exclaimed: "For heaven's sake, girl, you do not know him yet! He has never done anything else, but kill the Germans. He can fight with an axe, a spear or with any weapon; and when he sees a German from afar, one must tie him with a rope, or else he will rush against him. In Krakow he wanted to kill the envoy, Lichtenstein, and for that he barely escaped execution. Such a man! I will tell you also about the two Fryzes, from whom we took their retinues and so much rich booty, that one could redeem Bogdaniec with half of it." Here Macko began to tell about his duel with the Fryzjans; also about other adventures which had happened to them, and about the deeds they had performed. How they had fought from behind the walls and in the open fields, with the greatest knights living in foreign lands; how they had fought Germans, Frenchmen, Englishmen and Burgundians. He also told her what they had seen! They had seen German castles of red brick, Lithuanian wooden _grodzce_[74] and churches, more beautiful than one could see around Bogdaniec; also large cities and the dreadful wilderness in which during the nights Lithuanian gods cried, and many different, marvelous things; and everywhere, in any fight, Zbyszko was victorious, so that even the greatest knights were astonished at him. Jagienka, who was sitting on the log beside Macko, listened with open mouth to that narrative, tossing her head and looking at the young knight with increasing admiration and amazement. Finally when Macko was through, she sighed and said: "I am sorry I was not born a boy!" But Zbyszko, who during the narration had been looking at her attentively, evidently was thinking about something else, because he suddenly said: "What a beautiful girl you are now!" Jagienka answered, half in displeasure and half in sadness: "You have seen many more beautiful than I am."