"Because Zbyszko is ill," answered she, putting her little hands to her eyes.
"Do not be afraid, there is no danger for him. Is that not true, Father
Wyszoniek?"
"Hej! by God's will, he is nearer to the wedding than to the coffin," answered the good-hearted ksiondz Wyszoniek.
The prince said:
"Wait! In the meanwhile, I will give you a medicine for him, and I trust it will relieve him or cure him entirely."
"Have the Krzyzaks sent the balm?" asked Danusia quickly, taking her little hands from her eyes.
"With that balm which the Krzyzaks will send, you had better smear a dog than a knight whom you love. I will give you something else."
Then he turned to the courtiers and said:
"Hurry and bring the spurs and the girdle."
After a while, when they had brought them to him, he said to Danusia: