Then his blue lips began to move in prayer. The first distant thunderclaps were heard outside. Now and then lightning illuminated the windows. He prayed long, and again the tears trickled down upon his white beard. When he finally ceased to pray, long silence reigned, which was so much prolonged as to cause uneasiness to those present because they did not know what to do.
Finally, old Tolima, who was Jurand’s right hand, his companion in all battles, and the chief guard of Spychow, said:
“That man of Hades, that werewolf Knight of the Cross who tortured you and your child stands now before you. Give a sign what shall be done to him, and in what manner we shall chastise him!”
Upon hearing these words, rays of light crossed Jurand’s face and he nodded to them to bring the prisoner near hi
