"To Mazovia, to Jurand of Spychow."
Then Macko himself cut the rope from Arnold's feet, and ordered meat and turnips to be brought. After a while Zbyszko went out and sat upon the threshold of the hut to rest, where he no longer found the servant, for the hostler boys had carried her off and put her among the horses. Zbyszko lay down upon the fur which Hlawa brought. He resolved to keep awake and wait until daybreak; peradventure then some happy change might take place in Danusia!
But the Bohemian returned to the fireplace where he wished to converse with the old knight of Bogdaniec about a certain affair and take off the burden which pressed so heavily upon his heart. He found him also absorbed in troubled thought, and not noticing the snoring of Arnold who, after having consumed an immense quantity of baked turnips and meat, was much fatigued and slept the sleep of a stone. "And why do you not take a rest?" inquired the Bohemian.
"Sleep has fled from my eyelids," replied Macko. "May God grant a good morning."
Then he looked at the stars and said:
"The Wagoner is already visible in the sky, and I am continually thinking about how all these things shall be arranged. And I shall not go to sleep either because the young lady of Zgorzelice occupies my mind."
"Ah! that is true. More trouble. But she, at least, is at Spychow."
"But we brought her to Spychow from Zgorzelice, not knowing why."
"It was at her own request," replied Macko, impatiently, because he knew in his heart that he was wrong and he hated to talk about it.
"Yes! But what now?"