The princess having heard that, hugged her lord in the presence of the courtiers, and kissed his hands; he smiled continually and said:
"You see—A good idea! I see that the Holy Ghost has granted the woman some sense also! Now call the girl."
"Danuska! Danuska!" called the princess.
And in a moment in the side door Danusia appeared; her eyes were red on account of sleepless nights; and she held a pot of steaming gruel, which the ksiondz Wyszoniek had ordered to be put on Zbyszko's fractured bones.
"Come to me, my dear girl!" said Prince Janusz. "Put aside the pot and come."
When she approached with some timidity, because "the lord" always excited some fear in her, he embraced her kindly and began to caress her face, saying:
"Well, the poor child is unhappy—hein?"
"Yes!" answered Danusia.
And having sadness in her heart, she began to cry but very quietly, in order not to hurt the prince; he asked again:
"Why do you cry?"