The Knights of the Cross, or, Krzyzacy. Генрик Сенкевич

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you be blessed! Tatulo sent me to inquire about your health."

      "I am no worse," answered Macko; "and at least I have slept in my own house."

      "But you cannot be comfortable at all, and a sick person needs some care."

      "We are hardened people. It is true that at first there was no comfort; but we were not hungry. We ordered an ox and two sheep killed, so there is plenty of meat. The women brought some flour and eggs; the worst is that we have no dishes."

      "Well, I ordered my servants to load two wagons. On one there are two beds and dishes, and on the other different provisions. There are some cakes and flour, some salt pork and dried mushrooms; there is a barrel of beer and one of mead; in fact a little of everything we had in the house."

      Macko, who was grateful for this kindness, caressed Jagienka's head, and said:

      "May God reward your father and you. When our housekeeping improves, we will return the provisions."

      "How clever you are! We are not like the Germans, who take back what they give."

      "Well, so much more may God reward you. Your father told us what a good housekeeper you are, and that you had taken care of Zgorzelice the whole year?"

      "Yes! If you need anything else, send somebody; but send some one who will know what is needed, because a stupid servant never knows what he has been sent for."

      Here Jagienka began to look round, and Macko having noticed it, smiled and asked:

      "For whom are you looking?"

      "I am looking for no one!"

      "I will send Zbyszko to thank you and your father. Do you like Zbyszko?"

      "I have not looked at him."

      "Then look at him now, because he is just coming."

      In fact Zbyszko was coming from the stable. He was dressed in a reindeer jacket and round felt cap like those worn under the helmets; his hair was without a net, cut evenly over his eyebrows and hung in golden curls on his shoulders; he walked swiftly, having noticed the girl; he was tall and graceful, looking like the shield-bearer of a rich nobleman.

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