"There is not a better thing than peace," replied old Wilk, with equal composure.
"It also often happens," said Macko, "when one wants to undertake a long journey, he wants to make up and bid good-bye even to his adversaries."
"God reward you for your candid words."
"Not mere words, but deeds, for I actually came to wish you good-bye."
"From our soul we wish you might visit us daily."
"I wish I could feast you in Bogdaniec in a manner suitable to people who are acquainted with knightly honor. But I am in a hurry to go."
"Is it to war, or to some holy place?"
"I should like to go to one of the two, but the place I am going to is worse, for I am going among the Knights of the Cross."
"Among the Knights of the Cross," exclaimed both father and son.
"Yes!" replied Macko. "And one who is their enemy is going to them. It is well for him to be reconciled with God and men, so that he may not forfeit, not only his life, but everlasting salvation."