For a time only the snorting of horses and the smothered echo of the hoofs striking against the beaten road was audible.
“Once at night,” continued Jurand, “I heard a voice, as if coming from a wall, saying to me: ‘Enough vengeance!’ but I did not obey, because it was not the voice of the deceased.”
“And whose voice could that be?” inquired Zbyszko, anxiously.
“I do not know. In Spychow frequently something talks in the walls, and sometimes moans, because many have died there in chains underground.”
“And what does the priest tell you?”
“The priest sanctified the castle and also ordered me to relinquish vengeance, but that could not be. I became too hard on them, and then they themselves sought revenge. They lay in ambush and challenged me in the field…. And so it was this time. Meineg
