Finally from the court-yard there resounded such a sudden and dreadful noise, that all shivered. The princess, having rushed from the bench, exclaimed:
"For God's sake. The sweeps of the wells! They are watering the horses!"
And the ksiondz Wyszoniek looked through the window, in which the glass balls were growing gray and said:
"The night grows white and the day is coming. Ave Maria, gratia plena——"
Then he left the room but having returned after a while, he said:
"The day breaks, but the day will be dark. Jurand's people are watering their horses. Poor girl, you must be ready!"
The princess and Danusia began to cry very loudly and both, together with Zbyszko, began to lament, as simple people do when they have to separate; it was half lamenting and half singing, which flowed from full souls, in a natural way, as the tears flow from the eyes.
"Hej! there is no use of lamenting,
We must separate, my darling,
Farewell—hej!"
Zbyszko nestled Danusia for the last time on his breast and kept her for a long time, as long as he could breathe and until the princess drew her from him, in order to dress her for the journey.
In the meanwhile it was broad daylight.