Throughout the whole night, sleep did not close their eyelids for a moment. At dawn, they scarcely recognized each other, to such an extent had their faces changed during this single night. At length Jurand was struck by that pain and inveterate hatred on Zbyszko’s face and therefore said: “She saved you and snatched you from death—I know. But you also love her?”
Zbyszko looked directly into his eyes with an almost defiant expression and replied: “She is my wife.”
Upon that, Jurand stopped his horse and looked at Zbyszko, blinking his eyes with astonishment.
“What do you say?” he inquired.
“I say that she is my wife and I am her husband.”
The knight of Spychow brushed his eyes with his sleeve, as if he were dazed by a sudden thunder-stroke, and after awhile, without a word of reply, h
