But Jurand embraced her feet. "I do not blame anybody, gracious lady." "And know also that God will return her to you, because His eye is upon her. He will send her succor, as He did at the last hunt, when a fierce wild bull attacked us--and Jesus inspired Zbyszko to defend us. He almost lost his own life, and was ill for a long time afterward, but he saved Danusia and me, for which he received a girdle and spurs from the prince. You see!... God's hand is over her. Surely, the child is to be pitied! I, myself, am greatly grieved. I thought she would arrive with you, and that I should see the dear child, but meanwhile" ... and her voice trembled, tears fell from her eyes, and Jurand's long repressed despair burst out for a moment, sudden and terrible as a tempest. He took hold of his long hair, and began to beat his head against the wall, groaning and repeating in husky tones: "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" But Zbyszko sprang to his side, and shaking him by the shoulders with all his might, exclaimed: "We must go! To Spychow!" CHAPTER IV. "Whose retinue is this?" inquired Jurand, suddenly starting from musing, as if from sleep, beyond Radzanow. "Mine," replied Zbyszko. "And did all my people perish?" "I saw them dead in Niedzborz." "Have you no old comrades?" Zbyszko made no reply, and they traveled on in silence, but hurriedly, because they wanted to get to Spychow as quickly as possible, hoping possibly to meet some Teutonic messengers there. To their good fortune the frosts set in again, and the highways were firm, so that they could make haste.