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Updated: June 16, 2025
"And now sit down and write!" Bodza obeyed mechanically. Maria dictated to him what he was to write, while she herself, at the same time, was writing something else on another piece of paper. "The long expected hour has at length struck. The flag is unfurled. The gentry want to extirpate us by means of poison, we will extirpate them with fire and sword. The brave shall live, the cowards shall die.
Kordé. Thus for thirty years had he spread the blessings of science in Hétfalu and its environs. The second instructor of the people was Thomas Bodza, a panslavist incarnate. He had but little mind yet much learning. He was one of those men who remembered all he read without understanding it, a semi-savant and one of the most dangerous specimens of that dangerous class.
Ivan nodded his head approvingly at these sage suggestions. Bodza will certainly deserve a plume of feathers in his cap, thought he. "You will go at night to all the shepherds, one after the other, and bring them together in front of the lonely inn near the main-road. I will not tell you what you are to do, you must be guided by your own common-sense.
When Dame Zudár passed through the gate with the child, everyone, not excepting Thomas Bodza, hastened to make himself scarce. The child she sent on in front with the lighted taper sticking between its fettered fingers. She followed close behind. She had no fear of bullets now. When they came in front of the open square in the shutter, she made the child stop, and bade it kneel down.
It was after vespers, and Thomas Bodza was taking a walk across the fields. This was his usual promenade. Sometimes he went as far as the boundaries of the neighbouring village with a little book under his arm which he perused with philosophic tranquility.
Thomas Bodza had much the same sort of wish in his own heart. Each of them had his or her particular reasons for wishing Ivan's plan to fail. But Mekipiros did not let him drop. He hoisted him up right on to the roof and helped him to climb up on to the metal gutter.
"Till then, however, let there be peace between us," said Bodza, extending his dry and skinny hand towards Ivan in token of reconciliation, and Ivan squeezed the hand with all his might, not so much to convince the master of the firmness of his friendship as to give him some idea of the expressive vigour of his grip.
At that moment the door of the wayside house opened, and out came Thomas Bodza with a lamp in his hand. "Who is talking here?" he asked, peering all around him into the darkness.
He managed somehow to scramble on to the horse's back, and could not help smiling with joy at the thought that at last he had a good steed beneath him. Maria leaped lightly on to the second horse. It was a somewhat lean and bony beast of great powers of endurance. "To-morrow about this time you shall hear of us," she said, addressing herself to Bodza. "Till then avoid every decisive step.
Maria, on the other hand, required an escort in order to avoid being again detained by the mobs of rustics encamped in front of the csárda. "Bring hither two good horses!" cried Bodza to the boor mounting guard in the corridor, and with that the pair of them stepped forth amidst the peasant host. The peasants were scattered about in groups.
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