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Updated: June 28, 2025
You are young, and managers are hard to approach; you found that yourself. It is the merest accident of fate that the Schultz should be ill just now, while no other soprano is on hand, and you know the part. You sang it for me, Kaya, that night, and your voice was Brünnhilde's own. Would you be a coward now?
"Whoever it is," exclaimed Ritter harshly, "from the House, I swear to you, your own mother would not know you, unless she had seen you before in the part. That is nonsense! From the orchestra perhaps, from the conductor's stand but not from the House. Kaya, you hurt me, child; you hurt me sorely if you refuse!" He stood before her with his arms folded.
They smiled warily at one another behind their scores, and stared at the slight, girlish figure beside the pianoforte. She was stooping a little as if near-sighted, looking over the shoulder of the Conductor at the music on the piano rack. "Can you read at sight, Madame?" "Yes," said Kaya. "Have you ever seen this before?" "I studied it once." "This?" "I studied that too."
The Kapellmeister laughed and took a card out of his pocket: "Write your name here," he said, "Your real one. I won't tell and your address." Kaya drew back suddenly: "I live in the mill," she said, "You know, the Nonnen-Mühle by the promenade? You won't let any one know, will you, Monsieur, because " "Are you afraid of spies, child? Tut, the chorus can't hear. I won't tell a soul." "No one?"
You shall be our great Brünnhilde and the visitors will flock to Ehrestadt, and you will be famous and beloved." He hesitated: "I can't see you, only your eyes gleaming, Kaya. How bright they are, little one, like live coals! Where did you get that name 'Master'? Did Marta teach you? My pupils say that, the chorus, the orchestra, and the singers; but you never used it before.
Velasco, listen I I care for you but don't kiss me!" "Kaya Kaya!" "Hush! Shut your eyes! Put your head back in the straw and go to sleep. When it is time for the dance I will wake you. I will sit here close beside you and watch, as you watched over me. Shut your eyes, Velasco." "Won't you Kaya?" "Go to sleep, Velasco hush!" "If I shut my eyes will you?" "Hush!"
There was menace in his tone as he took a step forward. "Now, Madame, will you raise it, or shall I?" Kaya retreated slowly to the farther side of the compartment. "Stop," she whispered to Velasco. "Don't get angry; don't do anything, it is useless. Come back in the shadow." Then she turned and faced the official defiantly, throwing up the veil.
Their chief, or Orang Kaya, is an imbecile old man, and the virtual headship is in the hands of Nimok, of whom more hereafter.
Don't ask me to scratch, Kaya! I can't bear it so close to my ear. The din of their stamping is frightful, the swine! No one will notice." The whispering ceased. The gypsey bent his dark head again and the violin played on. "One, two one, two, three!"
"I have them here, somewhere," he stammered, "Where in the devil! They were here last night!" He felt again desperately. "They seem to be gone! What can have become of them? I put them here here!" He searched again. "Curious!" said the official, "Ha ha!" The prisoner stared at him for a moment blinking. "You impudent scoundrel!" he cried, "She is my wife, papers or no papers. Ask her! Kaya!"
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