"Because I did not want them to think that I was afraid of them, and I did not want you to think so."
"But you gave the holy water to her."
"Yes, I did."
The abbot gave him another blow.
"Then, take her!"
"Take her!" exclaimed Macko, like an echo.
At this Zbyszko gathered up his hair, put it in the net, and answered quietly:
"How can I take her, when before the altar in Tyniec, I made a vow to
Danusia Jurandowna?"
"You made a vow about the peacock's tufts, and you must get them, but take Jagienka immediately."
"No," answered Zbyszko; "afterward when Danusia covered me with her veil,
I promised that I would marry her."