"What surprises me most is, that they wear swords, being wandering seminarists," said Zbyszko. "They are allowed to wear them," said the abbot, "because they have not received orders yet; and there is no occasion for anyone to wonder because I wear a sword even though I am an abbot. A year ago I challenged Wilk of Brzozowa to fight for the forests which you passed; but he did not appear." "How could he fight with one of the clergy?" interrupted Zych. At this the abbot became angry, struck the table with his fist, and exclaimed: "When I wear armor, then I am not a priest, but a nobleman! He did not come because he preferred to have his servants attack me in Tulcza. That is why I wear a sword: _Omnes leges, omniaque iura vim vi repellere cunctisque sese defensare permittunt!_ That is why I gave them their swords." Hearing the Latin, Zych, Macko and Zbyszko became silent and bent their heads before the abbot's wisdom, because they did not understand a word of it; as for the abbot, he looked very angry for a while, and then he said: "Who knows but what he will attack me even here?" "Owa! Let him come!" exclaimed the wandering seminarists, seizing the hilts of their swords. "I would like to have him attack me! I am longing for a fight." "He will not do that," said Zych. "It is more likely that he will come to bow to you. He gave up the forests, and now he is anxious about his son. You know! But he can wait a long time!" Meanwhile the abbot became quieted and said: "I saw young Wilk drinking with Cztan of Rogow in an inn in Krzesnia. They did not recognize us at once, because it was dark; they were talking about Jagienka." Here he turned to Zbyszko: "And about you, too." "What do they want from me?" "They do not want anything from you; but they do not like it that there is a third young man near Zgorzelice. Cztan said to Wilk: 'After I tan his skin, he will not be so smooth.' And Wilk said: 'Perhaps he will be afraid of us; if not, I will break his bones!' Then they assured each other that you would be afraid of them." Hearing this Macko looked at Zych, and Zych looked at him; their faces expressed great cunning and joy. Neither of them was sure whether the abbot had really heard such a conversation, or whether he was only saying this to excite Zbyszko; but they both knew, and Macko especially, that there was no better way to incite Zbyszko to try to win Jagienka. The abbot added deliberately: "It is true, they are fierce fellows!" Zbyszko did not show any excitement; but he asked in a strange tone that did not sound like his voice: "To-morrow is Sunday?" "Yes, Sunday." "You will go to church?" "Yes!" "Where? to Krzesnia?" "That is the nearest!" "Well, all right then!" CHAPTER IX.