“Well, Danusia, is it good to have your own knight?”
“Oj! Very!” answered the girl.
And then she touched Zbyszko’s white silk “jaka” with her pink finger, and asked:
“And will he be mine to-morrow?”
“To-morrow, and Sunday, and until death,” answered Zbyszko.
Supper lasted a long time, because after the nuts, sweet cakes with raisins were served. Some of the courtiers wished to dance; others wished to listen to the rybalts or to Danusia’s singing; but she was tired, and having with great confidence put her little head on the knight’s shoulder, she fell asleep.
“Does she sleep?” asked the princess. “There you have your ‘lady.’”
“She is dearer to me while she sleeps than the others are while they dance,” answered Zbyszko, sitting motionless so as not to awaken the girl.
But she was aw
