"Come to me, my dear girl!" said Prince Janusz. "Put aside the pot and come."
When she approached with some timidity, because "the lord" always excited some fear in her, he embraced her kindly and began to caress her face, saying: "Well, the poor child is unhappy--hein?"
"Yes!" answered Danusia.
And having sadness in her heart, she began to cry but very quietly, in order not to hurt the prince; he asked again: "Why do you cry?"
"Because Zbyszko is ill," answered she, putting her little hands to her eyes.
"Do not be afraid, there is no danger for him. Is that not true, Father Wyszoniek?"
"Hej! by God's will, he is nearer to the wedding than to the coffin," answered the good-hearted ksiondz Wyszoniek.
The prince said: "Wait! In the meanwhile, I will give you a medicine for him, and I trust it will relieve him or cure him entirely."
"Have the Krzyzaks sent the balm?" asked Danusia quickly, taking her little hands from her eyes.
"With that balm which the Krzyzaks will send, you had better smear a dog than a knight whom you love. I will give you something else."
Then he turned to the courtiers and said: "Hurry and bring the spurs and the girdle."
After a while, when they had brought them to him, he said to Danusia: "Take these to Zbyszko--and tell him that from this time he is a belted knight. If he die, then he will appear before God as miles cinctus; if he live, then the rest will be accomplished in Ciechanow or in Warszawa."
Having heard this, Danusia seized "the lord" by his knees; then caught the knightly insignia with one hand and the pot of porridge with the other, and rushed to the room where Zbyszko was lying. The princess, not wishing to lose the sight of their joy, followed her.
Zbyszko was very ill, but having perceived Danusia, he turned his pale face toward her and asked: "Has the Czech returned?"
"No matter about the Czech!" answered the girl. "I bring you better news than that. The lord has made you a knight and has sent you this by me."
Having said this, she put beside him the girdle and the spurs. Zbyszko's pale cheeks flushed with joy and astonishment, he glanced at Danusia and then at the spurs; then he closed his eyes and began to repeat: "How could he dub me a knight?"