"Danveld stands before God," replied Rotgier, "and of him I shall only say that the following morning blooming roses were found on his coffin, which, in this wintry weather, could not come there by human hands." Then again followed silence. "How did you know of the capture of Jurand's daughter?" inquired the prince. "Only the wickedness and audacity of the deed made it known to us. Therefore on hearing about it, we ordered thanksgiving masses because only a plain court lady, and not one of the children born of your Highness, was captured from the Forest Court." "But I still wonder, how you could mistake a wench for Jurand's daughter." "Danveld said: 'Often Satan betrayed his servants, so perhaps he changed Jurand's daughter.'" "The robbers though, as vulgar men, could not counterfeit Kaleb's writing and Jurand's seal. Who could have done it?" "The Evil Spirit." And again nobody could find an answer. Rotgier glanced searchingly into the prince's eyes and said: "Indeed, these questions are like weapons in my breast, because they contain doubt and suspicion. But I trust in God's justice and the power of truth. I ask of your majesty: even Jurand himself suspected us of that action, and when suspecting, before we summoned him to Szczytno, why did he search for robbers through the whole border in order to buy his daughter back from them?" "It is true!" said the prince. "Even if you were hiding something from men, you cannot hide it from God. He suspected you in the first moment but then ... then he thought differently." "Behold how the brightness of truth conquers the darkness," said Rotgier, and he glanced triumphantly around the hall; he thought that Teutonic heads had more adroitness and sense than the Polish, and that the latter race would always be the prey and food of the Order, as a fly is the prey and food of the spider. Therefore, throwing off his previous disguise, he approached the prince and commenced to speak in loud and impetuous tones: "Requite us, lord, our losses, our grievances, our tears, and our blood! That hell-hound was your subject; therefore, in the name of God from whom the power of kings and princes is derived, in the name of justice and the cross, requite us for our grievances and blood!" But the prince looked at him in astonishment. "For God's sake!" he said, "what do you want? if Jurand shed your blood in madness, am I to answer for his frenzy?"