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Updated: July 27, 2025
Fabula was in the habit of looking on all that Timar did or said as folly
Barbara' is trying to escape." "H'm!" coughed the steersman, clearing his throat, and becoming suddenly too hoarse to make a sound. "Well, it doesn't matter to me," said the purifier, with a shrug. "I'm Austrian born, and I don't like the Turks. But I know what I know." "Well, then, will the gentleman listen to what he doesn't know?" said Fabula, who had suddenly recovered his voice.
"Surely nobody has got such a mad notion as to look for anything in a sunken ship," grumbled Fabula. "Back! no words I insist!" The boat returned to the vessel. Timar asked no one's help, but sprung himself to the deck and down the steps to the cabin. Timéa looked after him with her great dark eyes as he vanished under the surface, as if to say "And you too go before me into the watery grave."
The captain is a man of about thirty, with fair hair, dreamy blue eyes, and a long mustache, the rest of his face clean shaven. He is of middle height, and gives an idea of delicacy; with this impression his voice accords, for when he speaks softly it is like a woman's. The steersman is called Johann Fabula; the name of the captain is Michael Timar.
"Ah, lupus in fabula" said the emperor, with a smile. "Well let in the lupus." "Your majesty," interrupted the Margrave of Baden, "would it not be better for me to receive the dispatches, and communicate their contents to you? The news of another disaster will be a great blow: your mind should be prepared to receive it."
Herr von Levetinczy now first began to rise in the estimation of the people of Komorn. When a man is a privy councilor, one can not deny him a proper portion of respect. Every one hastened to congratulate him, and he received them all with a gracious condescension. Our Johann Fabula came too to wish him joy in the name of the fisher-folk. He was in the gala clothes of his class.
Frau Therese reminded Michael one day that he was tarrying long here; but he assured her that Master Fabula was looking after everything, and when Therese looked at Noémi, whose soft blue eyes ever turned like the sunflowers to the sun of Michael's face, she could only sigh, "Oh, how she loves him!"
Apart from that creature of fiction, the peasant in fabula whom we all know, I can find little to admire in this whole class of men, whose talk and dreams are of the things of the soil, and who knows of nothing save the regular interchange of summer and winter with their unvarying tasks and rewards. None save a Cincinnatus or Garibaldi can be ennobled by the spade.
On Timéa's face was reflected pure surprise, Athalie was vexed. She believed as fully in the truth of Fabula's tale as he did himself, and he would have staked his head on it. Timar also smiled mysteriously at the story; now he was the one who lied, not Johann Fabula. The man of gold must go on lying. The story was very useful to Timar.
There was in the books much direct teaching of moral principles, with "thou shalt" and "thou shalt not." In the later revisions this gradually disappeared. The moral teaching was less direct but more effective. The pupil was left to make his own deduction and the formal "haec fabula docet" was omitted.
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