The Bohemian Glowacz, shared their grief, although on the other hand, he was glad on account of such a large increase of Zbyszko's wealth.
"Hej! who would be delighted," he said, "if not the old lord of Bogdaniec! And he could govern here! What is Bogdaniec in comparison with such a possession!"
But Zbyszko was suddenly seized with yearning for his uncle, as it frequently happened to him, especially in hard and difficult questions in life; therefore, turning to the warrior, he said on the impulse: "Why should you sit here in idleness! Go to Bogdaniec, you shall carry a letter for me."
"If I am not to go with your honor, then I would rather go there!" replied the delighted squire.
"Call Father Kaleb to write in a proper manner all that has happened here, and the letter will be read to my uncle by the priest of Krzesnia, or the abbot, if he is in Zgorzelice."
But as he said this, he struck his moustache with his hand and added, as if to himself: "Bah! the abbot!..."
And instantly Jagienka arose before his eyes, blue-eyed, dark-haired, tall and beautiful, with tears on her eyelashes! He became embarrassed and rubbed his forehead for a time, but finally he said: "You will feel sad, girl, but not worse than I."
Meanwhile Father Kaleb arrived and immediately began to write. Zbyszko dictated to him at length everything that had happened from the moment he had arrived at the Forest Court. He did not conceal anything, because he knew that old Macko, when he had a clear view of the matter, would be glad in the end. Bogdaniec could not be compared with Spychow, which was a large and rich estate, and Zbyszko knew that Macko cared a great deal for such things.
But when the letter, after great toil, was written and sealed, Zbyszko again called his squire, and handed him the letter, saying: "You will perhaps return with my uncle, which would delight me very much."
But the Bohemian seemed to be embarrassed; he tarried, shifted from one foot to another, and did not depart, until the young knight remarked: "Have you anything to say yet, then do so."
"I should like, your honor ..." replied the Bohemian, "I should like to inquire yet, what to tell the people?"
"Which people?"
"Not those in Bogdaniec, but in the neighborhood.... Because they will surely like to find out!"
At that Zbyszko, who determined not to conceal anything, looked at him sharply and said: "You do not care for the people, but for Jagienka of Zgorzelice."