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What are you looking at? Don't you recognize?
That's prince Janusz who in 1427 granted Przasnysz a town charter.
But that's not all.
It happened much earlier,
when prince Konrad of Mazovia
set off hunting to a deep forest.
Listen, today it's going to be a hard day.
You see the rotten weather.
But we're counting on it being sunny
as soon as we've arrived by the river.
WE CREATE OUR OWN LEGEND
A long time ago
when there was no king in Poland,
and the land stretching from the Tatras to the Baltic Sea
was ruled by feuding princes,
the country of Poland was torn by constant wars and intrigues.
On top of all that the northern pagan tribes
mercilessly sacked the borderland dwellers.
In that time the Mazovia region was ruled by prince Konrad
who one day set off hunting
into a deep forest together with his retinue.
This is no more our land, sire.
We're too far northwards.
This must be a Prussian holy grove.
We're too few for the Prussians.
We've killed Kerklisa today,
their god of victory
that is praised by wild pig.
Why should we, a group of six, venture deep into a pagan forest?
As if we lacked our own game.
This is my forest and my boar.
We're staying here until dawn.
Or until being killed by the pagans and their ghosts.
It was nearing sunset when the prince and his warriors stopped to overnight.
Having lit a fire, they roasted a few hares and satisfied with the expedition,
they chatted about the hunting.
Only Gierard, the most cautious
or maybe the most chicken-hearted of Konrad's warriors
kept nervously looking around the wilderness,
fearing that the Prussians might hear them and attack.
Quiet! Trees have ears!
It was so close! Wait here for my sign.
The prince set off in pursuit of a deer.
Running through the forest as quickly as he could,
he was moving away from his retinue.
It was getting dark,
but Konrad didn't stop for a single moment.
Thinking only about catching the animal,
he relaxed his vigilance and lost sense of direction.
Looking for the antlers,
he missed a hole hidden under the moss and brushwood.
When he came round,
the moon had already came out in the sky.
Scibor, are you there?
Gierard, is anybody there?
Looking for his retinue, the prince noticed light behind the trees.
At the edge of a glade there was a peasant cottage.
Is anybody there?
What do they call you?
I'm Chwalko, Przasnych's son.
Call your father right now.
My father is sleeping after a hard work.
Come here, give me your arm.
Father, father!
Who are you? Christians?
In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Christians.
Who are you, sire? What happened?
O my Lord! What's this?
What's happened?
On my way from Wizna to Wyszogrod
I got lost in Ostepy.
Jesus Christ will not let a good-natured man to die in the wilderness.
One may be seized by fear but God will always lead him to shelter.
How deep is the injury?
Just a cut.
These are healing hands.
There won't be a single mark left.
Those generous and good-natured people
put their guest up for the night regardless of him being a stranger.
For all this time the prince revealed
neither his origin nor the reason for which he was in the forest.