“He will escape if you, sir, will not say anything to the king about the occurrence.”
“And what shall we do with the German? We cannot tie his tongue.”
“That is true! That is true!”
Talking thus, they went back toward the princess’ retinue. Powala’s servants followed them. From afar one could see amidst the Mazovian caps, the quivering peacock feathers of the Knight of the Cross and his bright helmet shining in the sun.
“Strange is the nature of a Krzyzak,” said the knight of Taczew. “When a Krzyzak is in a tight place, he will be as forbearing as a Franciscan monk, as humble as a lamb and as sweet as honey; in fact, it would be difficult to find a better man. But let him feel power behind him; then nobody will be more arrogant and merciless. It is evident that God gave them stones for
