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Updated: May 18, 2025
I have a special reason for my desire, and that reason I cannot tell you." "But if they ask me, if they weep before me?" "Tell them nothing ails me, I am in a good place. I shall take another name, Bálint Tátray. Topándy also shall know me under that name. I shall find my way to his place as bailiff, or servant, whichever he will accept me as, and then I shall write to you once every month.
But if they learned the story and sought him out, there would be an end to his saving alias: the happy man who was living in the person of Bálint Tátray would be obliged to yield place to Lorand Áronffy who would have to choose between death and the sneers of the world.
What would the tears of the two mothers say? how could tender-handed love fight alone against so strong adversaries? How could Bálint Tátray shake off from himself that whole world which cleaved like a sea of mud to Lorand Áronffy?
Balint glanced at me now and then, and filled the glasses; we clinked them together, but he always seemed to be worried. It was dawning. The soft sound of a church bell rose to us. Balint put his hand on my shoulder and bent to my ear. "Do you know how my father died?" he asked in a husky voice. "He killed himself."
"He is the head of the family," I thought, "and if any light is to be had on the mystery, it is through him." But Balint didn't like the idea of approaching the old man; he knew his father's temper.
At supper only three were sitting at table. Lorand was more abstracted than usual, and scarcely spoke a word to them: if Czipra addressed him, there was such embarrassment in his reply, that it was impossible not to remark it. But Czipra was in a particularly jesting mood to-day. "My friend Bálint, you are sleepy. Yet you had better take care of us at night, lest someone steal us."
When we came to the drinking, he winked to the servants, and immediately five Czigany musicians entered the room. Balint noticed the astonishment on my face, and half evasively said: "I have sent to Iglo for them in honor of you. Let the music sound, and the wine flow; who knows when we will see each other again?" He put his face into his palm. The Cziganys played old Magyar songs.
The recollections which are a burden upon you, cannot be continued by an alliance between us. You who dragged my mother down into misfortune, and then faithlessly deserted her, cannot insure me happiness, or expect faithfulness from me. I shall weep over Bálint Tátray, as my departed to whom my dream gave being, and whom cold truth has buried; but Lorand Áronffy I do not know.
There were many wonderful things that aroused our childish fantasy, when Balint Orzo and I were boys, but none so much as the old tower that stands a few feet from the castle, shadowy and mysterious. It is an old, curious, square tower, and at the brink of its notched edge there is a shingled helmet which was erected by one of the late Orzos.
His last wish was that no one should ever know under what circumstances he died." Balint left off speaking and gazed with outstretched eyes toward the window in the darkness. I slowly went to him and put my hand upon his shoulder. He started at my touch. "I more than once thought of the woman who could be the mother of my son. How many times have I been tempted to fulfill my father's last wish!
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