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Updated: June 19, 2025
Two days of the respite had already elapsed; the third was Shrove Tuesday, the day of fools. Valentine had as yet not declared his resolution, but he had now only till vespers to do so. If he still remained silent, then it would be taken as a sign that he preferred to submit to the sentence of death. Henry Catsrider had had the scaffold reërected. Valentine could see it from the cloister window.
But there above the angels were awaiting their sister, and asked her which was the better of the two death, or what they call life on earth? Henry Catsrider sprang from the other end of the scaffold to pick up the corpse. "Touch her not!" cried Valentine, with the voice of an angry lion, "or I'll give you a blow which will send you to the other world before me."
Simplex kept on blowing his trumpet with all the strength of his lungs; the guide threw himself with his face to the ground, praying three different prayers simultaneously, and tossing his arms and legs about like an epileptic; while Henry Catsrider, in his agony, hastily climbed up a tree.
"Well, my good friend," said Valentine jocosely, to Henry, "is it to-day with you or to-morrow? Your eyes look as crooked as if you had not slept all night. I fear me you will not strike where you aim." Henry had indeed been drinking hard all night to keep up his spirits. "Well! "Will it do so?" "A little higher!" said Catsrider. "What! higher still? Well! how will that do for you?"
And then, his heavy fist still reposing on the bundle of documents, he requested the conrector to fold together a sheet of paper and, "fracto margine," to write, in the name of the town council, a letter of citation to the headsman of Zeb, Henry Catsrider, bidding him, as in duty bound, to appear within eight days at the city of Kassa, in order to execute the law's sentences which had been passed that day, copies of which were sent him.
Ex moribus in morals there was also all the difference in the world between the two students. Valentine Kalondai was no despiser of wine and music. He even lived on friendly terms with folks like the Silesian Simplicissimus, whom everyone else looked down upon as a loafing vagabond, who could do absolutely nothing but blow the trumpet; while Catsrider was the model of a well ordered youth.
But to find this woman now was not very easy. Red Barbara had certainly gone to Poland, where she had no reason to fear that she would fall into the hands of Henry Catsrider, who, if he came across her, would guess at once that she had set his house on fire, and that the two charred skulls which had been found under the débris were the remains, not of Barbara and Michal, but of the two lads.
Our sole defense is that Henry Catsrider, when he married me, gave himself out to my father as a different person from what he really was. That is an impediment which nullifies the marriage. We might, therefore, defend ourselves by contending that I was not his true and lawful wife, that he married me under false pretenses, and kept me in his house by force.
The latter, however, could well hold his own, even against Catsrider, and a very pretty sight it was to see them contending together on the village green, each hugging the other closely and planting his chin firmly on his opponent's shoulder. Catsrider had long, coarse, light hair, twisted up into a knot on both sides of his head, and a waxed and pointed mustache.
Such things were no less than flagrant infringements of the Council of Linz, and had lost the parish four Kremnitz ducats. Thence the learned gentleman proceeded to Zeb, where he inquired after Henry's father, old Catsrider. No one had ever heard such a name at Zeb. The father and grandfather of Henry had always been called the vihodar, and that was all.
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