He sat and gazed at her, but she had her eyes closed. But after the lapse of a short time, not more than it takes to say one "Pater" and "Ave Maria," her lips began to twitch a little, and she whispered as though she saw through her closed eyelids: "Zbyszko...."
In an instant be threw himself upon his knees in front of her, grasped her emaciated hands, which he kissed in ecstasy. Then he addressed her in a broken voice: "Thank God! Danuska! You recognize me."
His voice awoke her completely. Then she sat up in the bed and with open eyes she repeated: "Zbyszko!"
Then she began to blink and look around her in amazement.
"You are no more in captivity," said Zbyszko. "I have rescued you from their hands and I am taking you to Spychow."
But she withdrew her hands from Zbyszko's and said: "All this came to pass because there was no permission from dear papa. Where is the princess?"
"Awake, then, dear little berry! The princess is far away and we have rescued you from the Germans."
Then she appeared not to notice his words but seemed to try to recollect something.
"They have also taken away my little lute and have broken it against the wall. Hey!"
"O God!" exclaimed Zbyszko.
He then observed that she was absent-minded and her eyes were glassy and her cheeks were glowing, and it struck him that she must be very ill, and the mention of his name twice was due to feverish hallucinations.
This caused his heart to tremble within him with despair and a cold sweat covered his brow.
"Danuska!" he said. "Do you see and understand me?"
But she replied in a low voice: "Drink! Water!"
"Gracious Lord!"
And he rushed out, and at the door encountered Macko, who was coming to ascertain her condition. Zbyszko could only tell him hurriedly, "Water;" and then hastened to the stream which ran among neighboring bushes.
He returned after a moment with a full pitcher of water and handed it to Danusia who drank it with much avidity. Macko entered the hut before Zbyszko and seeing the patient he became gloomy.
"She is feverish?" he said.
"Yes!" groaned Zbyszko.
"Does she understand what you say?"
"No."
The old knight furrowed his brow, then he began to rub his neck and nape with his hands.
"What is to be done?"