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By the end of the waltz De Savignac's eyes were shining. Boldi turned to our table and bowed. I have it!" I exclaimed. "Play the legend and the mad dance that follows the one that Racz Laczi loved the legend of the young man who went up the mountain and met the girl who jilted him." Boldi nodded his head and grinned with savage enthusiasm.
"I am not silly enough to come here seeking honor and respect though it does vex me when people say that one man with a cudgel put to flight Satan Laczi and three of his comrades. I came here to-night because the Herr Count rescued my poor little lad from the morass, gave him shelter and food, and even condescended to teach him.
He found that his firearms had indeed been rendered useless; the robber had taken good care to protect himself from an attack. When Vavel looked around again, Satan Laczi had disappeared. The afternoon of the following day, Henry entered the count's study to announce that a crazy person was below, who insisted on speaking to the lord of the castle.
With the blood pouring from a gaping wound in his head, Satan Laczi, swinging a saber he had captured from a foe, now rushed to meet De Fervlans, who at once recognized the former robber. "Ah!" he exclaimed, preparing to meet the furious onslaught, "you have not yet found your way to the gallows!"
Each seized a hand of the speaker, and listened attentively to his description of the robber's midnight visit to the castle. "Good!" was Herr Bernat's comment, when the count had concluded. "An amnesty shall be granted to Satan Laczi and his crew if they will submit themselves to the Herr Count's military discipline." The little servant, Satan Laczi, junior, interrupted the conversation.
Satan Laczi looked after the coach until it disappeared around a turn in the road. Then he blew a shrill blast on his whistle, whereupon a number of wild-looking men, each armed to the teeth, emerged from the shrubbery and came toward him. Whispered orders were given, then the men in a body moved toward the willow-copse on the shore of the lake. Here were two flatboats drawn up on the beach.
"I am," replied Marie, who seemed unable to remove her eyes from the hideously ugly face before her. "My master," continued the ex-robber, "also bade me fetch a little steel casket. Do you know where it is hidden?" "The person who had it in her care has already taken it to your master," was Marie's response. "Ah, she has taken it to him?" repeated Satan Laczi. "Then it is all right.
Don't let the little one grow up to become a thief. She did as I bade her; but the people who hired her always found out that she was the wife of Satan Laczi, and then they would not keep her, and she would have to come back to me in the forest. And that is where I shall end my days in the forest. I am not good for anything any more; I could n't even plow a furrow any more.
If we assume that Marie left the Nameless Castle in company with the wife of Satan Laczi at midnight, we can easily see that she would have but a few hours' advantage of the demons, who broke camp at sunset. If the latter met with no hindrance on their way, they would overtake the coach of the fugitives at the crossing of the Raab.
It was an inspiriting sight three hundred horsemen, every one of noble Hungarian blood. There were among them fathers of families, and brothers; and all of them soldiers of their own free will. Of such material was the troop of Volons, commanded by "Count Vavel von Fertöszeg." Count Vavel had a second volunteer company, composed of Satan Laczi and his comrades.
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