Zbyszko already knew all about it, and he was lying like one stricken by a heavy blow; when the princess entered, and wringing her hands, said from the threshold: "We cannot help it; he is her father!" he repeated after her like an echo: "We cannot help it----" then closed his eyes, like a man who expects death immediately. But death did not come; but in his breast there gathered a still greater grief and through his head ran sad thoughts, like the clouds which driven by the wind, obstruct the sun and quench all joy in the world. Zbyszko understood as well as the princess did, that if Danusia were once in Spychow, she would be lost to him forever. Here everybody was his friend; there Jurand might even refuse to receive him, or listen to him, especially if he were bound by a vow, or some other unknown reason as strong as a religious vow. Then how could he go to Spychow, when he was sick and hardly able to move in bed. A few days ago, when the prince rewarded him with the golden spurs, he had thought that his joy would conquer his illness, and he had prayed fervently to God to be permitted to soon rise and fight with the Krzyzaks; but now he had again lost all hope, because he felt that if Danusia were not at his bedside, then with her would go his desire for life and the strength to fight with death. What a pleasure and joy it had been to ask her several times a day: "Do you love me?" and to see how she covered her smiling and bashful eyes, or bent and answered: "Yes, Zbyszko." But now only illness, loneliness and grief would remain, and the happiness would depart and not return. Tears shone in Zbyszko's eyes and rolled slowly down on his cheeks; then he turned to the princess and said: "Gracious lady, I fear that I shall never see Danusia again." And the lady being sorrowful herself, answered: "I would not be surprised if you died from grief; but the Lord Jesus is merciful." After a while, however, wishing to comfort him, she added: "But if Jurand die first, then the tutelage will be the prince's and mine, and we will give you the girl immediately." "He will not die!" answered Zbyszko. But at once, evidently some new thought came to his mind, because he arose, sat on the bed and said in a changed voice: "Gracious lady----" At that moment Danusia interrupted him; she came crying and said from the threshold: "Zbyszku! Do you know about it already! I pity _tatus_, but I pity you also, poor boy!" When she approached, Zbyszko encircled his love with his well arm, and began to speak: