"The best reward for him will be Danusia, and I think he will get her, for when the women resolve to accomplish some object, then even Jurand himself could not prevent them." "Am I not right, to wish for that marriage?" asked the princess. "I would not say a word if Zbyszko were not constant; but I think there is no other in the world as faithful as he. And the girl also. She does not leave him now for a moment; she caresses him and he smiles at her, although he is very ill. I cry myself when I see this! I am speaking righteously! It is worth while to help such a love, because the Holy Mother looks gladly on human happiness." "If it be God's will," said the prince, "the happiness will come. But it is true that he nearly lost his head for that girl and now the bison has injured him." "Do not say it was for that girl," said the princess, quickly, "because in Krakow Danusia saved him." "True! But for her sake he attacked Lichtenstein, in order to tear from his head the feathers, and he would not have risked his life for de Lorche. As for the reward, I said before that they both deserve one, and I will think about it in Ciechanow." "Nothing will please Zbyszko more than to receive the knightly girdle and the golden spurs." The prince smiled benevolently and answered: "Let the girl carry them to him; and when the illness leaves him, then we will see that everything is accomplished according to the custom. Let her carry them to him immediately, because quick joy is the best!" The princess having heard that, hugged her lord in the presence of the courtiers, and kissed his hands; he smiled continually and said: "You see--A good idea! I see that the Holy Ghost has granted the woman some sense also! Now call the girl." "Danuska! Danuska!" called the princess. And in a moment in the side door Danusia appeared; her eyes were red on account of sleepless nights; and she held a pot of steaming gruel, which the _ksiondz_ Wyszoniek had ordered to be put on Zbyszko's fractured bones. "Come to me, my dear girl!" said Prince Janusz. "Put aside the pot and come." When she approached with some timidity, because "the lord" always excited some fear in her, he embraced her kindly and began to caress her face, saying: "Well, the poor child is unhappy--_hein_?" "Yes!" answered Danusia. And having sadness in her heart, she began to cry but very quietly, in order not to hurt the prince; he asked again: "Why do you cry?" "Because Zbyszko is ill," answered she, putting her little hands to her eyes. "Do not be afraid, there is no danger for him. Is that not true, Father Wyszoniek?" "Hej! by God's will, he is nearer to the wedding than to the coffin," answered the good-hearted _ksiondz_ Wyszoniek. The prince said: "Wait! In the meanwhile, I will give you a medicine for him, and I trust it will relieve him or cure him entirely." "Have the Krzyzaks sent the balm?" asked Danusia quickly, taking her little hands from her eyes.