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Updated: June 8, 2025
The name of the captain is Michael Timar. He is a man of about thirty, with fair hair and dreary blue eyes. At the door of the ship's cabin sits a man of fifty, smoking a Turkish chibouque. Euthemio Trikaliss is the name under which he is registered in the way-book, and he is the owner of the cargo. The ship itself belongs to a merchant of Komorn called Athanas Brazovics.
Of the other name no notice was taken. Timéa was not in the calendar of Komorn, nor even in the national Pesth calendar, and at that time there were no others in the province; so he who wanted to know Timéa's own fête-day must search far and wide. It fell in the merry month of May.
He hastened back to Komorn, where all his affairs had progressed in his absence beyond his expectations.
At that time the streets of Komorn were decidedly dark at night. One lamp at the Trinity pillar, one at the town-hall, and a third at the main guard no others anywhere. Athalie takes the road to the Promenade, the so-called Anglia. It is a region of evil reputation.
He thought he would there receive reports from the agent of what had passed during the last five months, so that when he got home to Komorn nothing new or surprising should greet him. There was a one-storied residence on the estate at Levetinczy. In one wing lived the steward and his wife, while the other was given up to Timar.
Look in my berth, it hangs by my bed." The purifier buried his nose in his hood, and spat his tobacco juice into the Danube. "Don't spit into the water in such weather as this the Danube won't bear it. But what the Komorn calendar says is as true as Gospel. Ten years ago it prophesied that frost would set in in November; so I started at once to get home with my ship then too I was in the 'St.
I could not remain any longer in Komorn after this; but 'Stay, said I 'I know where to have him; I know where the foreign country is whither he goes in the interest of his fatherland: it is not in any unknown land it is none other than the ownerless island. I will follow him there." At this Timar cried furiously, "What! you went to the island?" He trembled with rage and fear.
"But now we will go back to Komorn," said Timar; "the flour is in full swing; we must wait for news of the fate of the cargoes now at sea, and they will not arrive before the winter. Or would you rather make a tour in Switzerland and Italy? This is the best season for it." "No, Michael; we have been long enough apart, we will remain at home together."
When they arrived at Komorn, Frau Sophie informed them that she had turned gray with loneliness. Gray indeed! She had been very happy being able to go about all day from house to house to gossip to her heart's content. Timar felt a painful anxiety. Home is either a heaven or a hell. Now at last he would know what lay behind the marble coldness of this silent face.
Frau Therese wanted as usual to have grain in exchange, but the peddlers would not give her as much as before. They said wheat had become very dear. The corn-merchants of Komorn had made large purchases and driven up the prices; they ground it themselves, and sent it over the seas. Therese would not believe this it was only gossip of the fruit-hawkers; but Timar paid great attention to it.
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