“Ah! I said to you, ‘Settle down; get married.’ You would not listen to me. If you were married, even if you went away, you would have to return, unless you wished to take your wife through the raging waves; and I do not suppose that. I gave you advice. Well, you wouldn’t take it; you wouldn’t take it.”
Here Zagloba looked attentively at Ketling’s face, wishing some definite explanation from him, but Ketling was silent; he merely hung his head and fixed his eyes on the floor.
“What is your answer to this?” asked Zagloba, after a while.
“I had no chance whatever of taking it,” answered the young knight, slowly.
Zagloba began to walk through the room, then he stopped in front of Ketling, joined his hands behind his back, and said, “But I tell you that you had. If you had not, may I never from this day forward bind this body of mine with this belt here! Krysia is a friend of yours.”
“God grant that she remain one, though seas be between us!”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing more; nothing more.”
“Have you asked her?”
“Spare me. As it is, I am so sad because I am going.”