During the night, at about the hour when the unhappy Maciek was drawing his last breath in the ravines, Slimakowa was seized with violent fits of shivering. Slimak covered her with his sheepskin and it passed off. She got up in the morning, and although she complained of pains, she went about her work. Slimak was depressed.
Towards evening a sledge stopped at the gate and the innkeeper Josel entered with a strange expression on his face. Slimak's conscience pricked him.
'The Lord be praised,' said Josel.
'In Eternity.'
A silence ensued.
'You have nothing to ask?' said the Jew.
'What should I have to ask?' Slimak looked into his eyes and involuntarily grew pale.
'To-morrow,' Josel said slowly, 'to-morrow Jendrek's trial is coming on for violence to Hermann.'
'They'll do nothing to him.'
'I expect he will have to sit in jail for a bit.'