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Why, who else but the most gallant of cavaliers, the most daring of courtiers, who had only to come, see, and conquer Mike Kis, the Whitsun King!
La de Ketâma was, according to tradition, African, one of the most ancient, for having come with Afrikio. "Ben Kis Ben Taifi Ben Tebâ, the younger, who came from the king of the Assyrians, to the land of the west.
Now Count Gregory's Armida got nearest to him. "Bravo Armida! The victory is yours." Another leap. The fox suddenly crouched down, and Armida bounded over him, only perceiving when she had run twenty paces further that the fox had remained behind. And now they all suddenly turned to the right. "Seize him, Fecske!" cried Mike Kis.
No wonder les hommes in general are not interested. Someone said: "Be of good cheer, Demestre, your wife and kids are well enough." "Et mes outils, I had many and my garments where are they put, ou ou? Kis! "Si the wagon is not sold ... I never will stay here for la duree de la guerre. No bahsht! To resume, that is why I need...."
The master of the house introduced the newly arrived guest as Michael Kis, Esq., lord of the manor of Nadudvár, who, "like a jolly good fellow," had come disguised as an ostler to the Whitsun Kingship competition, and there acquitted himself like a man. Every one thought this a most original joke. It was plain to every eye, moreover, that he was a gentleman and no boor.
The Squire beckoned to everybody to be seated Rudolf on his right, Mike Kis on his left, the fiscal opposite to him, that they might the better hear what he was going to say. At the furthest end of the table sat Mr. Varga, with all the candles piled in front of him. He knew why.
He lets her go visiting at the neighbouring villages with Mike Kis hundreds of times, and much more is said to the same effect. But what has it all got to do with me? I think as little of such things as of the dreams of my baboon." After this, Kecskerey, with the assistance of his little negro servant, slowly proceeded with his dressing.
When Whitsun Day was only a week off, I strolled into one of the trans-Danubian counties, and there advertised that a prodigal member of the Szabolcs branch of the noble Kis family was in search of his relations, and if there were any noble Kises who remembered that branch of the family, and had certificates of nobility in their possession, which they were willing to transfer to the undersigned in exchange for one thousand florins, would they be kind enough to communicate with him.
And all the while Master Jock was laughing in his sleeve, for the red Whitsun Day was drawing near, and most of the young noblemen were hail-fellow-well-met with Mike Kis; and here and there you might even hear dear, thoughtful mammas making inquiries about the circumstances of the fine young fellow whom they were by no means indisposed to see hovering around their darling daughters; nay, more than one of them confided in a whisper to her bosom friends that she had good cause to suspect that the fine young fellow in question had serious intentions.
They feel neither heat, nor dust, and say but little as they walk. From behind them, muffled by louder sounds, come the sweet, sad strains of the Magyar love-song, "Csak egy kis lány van a világon." "There is but one girl in all the world, And she is my own white dove. Oh! How great must God's love be for me! That He thought of giving you to me."
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