"Yes," answered Jurand. "There is a good deal of forest yet, and then begin the morasses, in the centre of which is the castle.... Beyond the morasses are the marshes and dry fields, while the castle can be approached only by the dike. The Germans wished to capture me repeatedly, but they could not, and their bones rot among the forest weeds." "And it is hard to find," said Zbyszko. "If the Teutons send messengers with letters, how will they find us?" "They have sent out several times already, and they have people who know the way." "If we could only meet them at Spychow," said Zbyszko. This wish was realized sooner than the young knight thought, for issuing from the forest into the open country, where lay Spychow among the swamps, they perceived before them two riders and a low sledge, in which were sitting three dark figures. The night was very bright, therefore the whole group was perfectly visible against the white background of snow. Jurand's and Zbyszko's heart began to beat faster at this sight, because who else would be riding to Spychow in the middle of the night, but the messengers from the Teutons? Zbyszko ordered the driver to go faster, and so they soon came so near each other, that they could be heard, and two riders, who apparently watched over the safety of the sledge, turned to them, and, unslinging their crossbows, cried: "Who is there?" "Germans!" whispered Jurand to Zbyszko. Then he raised his voice and said: "It is my right to ask, and yours to reply!" "Who are you?" "Travelers." "What sort of travelers?" "Pilgrims." "Where from?" "From Szczytno." "It is they!" again whispered Jurand. Meanwhile the sledges had come together, and at the same time six horsemen appeared before them. This was the guard of Spychow, which watched the dike leading to the castle day and night. With the horses were very large and savage dogs, exactly resembling wolves. The guardsmen, having recognized Jurand, began to utter cries of welcome mingled with astonishment that the master had returned so soon and unexpectedly; but he was entirely engaged with the messengers, and therefore turned to them again: "Where are you traveling to?" he asked. "To Spychow." "What do you want there?" "We can tell that only to the lord himself."