"Your Highness … for God's sake, am I in Ciechanow?"
"And you overslept the Holy Day," replied the lady.
"The snows covered me. Who saved me?"
"This knight: Zbyszko of Bogdaniec. You remember him in Krakow…."
And Jurand gazed with his sound eye at the youth for a moment and said:
"I remember … but where is Danusia?"
"She did not ride with you?" anxiously inquired the princess.
"How could she ride with me, when I did not go to her?"
Zbyszko and the princess looked at each other, believing him to be still speaking under the influence of the fever. Then the lady said: "Wake up, for God's sake! There was no girl with, you?"
"Girl? With me?" inquired Jurand in amazement.