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"That was our first meeting," concluded Katharina laughingly, laying her hand on that of her betrothed husband, who was leaning against the arm of her chair. "I should like to know why you both thought it best to keep this robbery a secret?" remarked Herr Bernat. "The real reason," explained Count Vavel, "was because the baroness did not want her protégé, Satan Laczi's wife, persecuted."

Then say merely the name 'Sophie Botta, and she will listen quietly to what you have to say. Then show her this ring, here, put it on your left thumb" he drew the steel ring from his own thumb and slipped it on to Satan Laczi's, "and say, 'The person who wears this ring sent me to fetch you away from here. You are to come with me at once." "And where am I to take her?"

This company, however, had been formed and drilled in secret, as the noble Volons would not have tolerated such vagabonds in their ranks. There were only twenty-four men in Satan Laczi's squad, and they were expected to undertake only the most hazardous missions of the campaign. Ah, how Marie's hand trembled when she knotted the gay streamers to the flag Ludwig held in his hands!

And then Marie said to herself: "He loves me. He loves me very much as the fakir loves his Brahma, as the Carthusian loves his sainted Virgin. That is how he loves me!" So far as Marie's safety from robbers was concerned, Count Vavel might now rest content. Satan Laczi's advice had been obeyed to the letter. But how about Baroness Landsknechtsschild? Danger still threatened her.

The marquis commanded this body of the demons, he having, as Colonel Barthelmy in the Austrian army, become thoroughly familiar with that part of Hungary. Lisette and Satan Laczi's little son were living alone at the Nameless Castle. When Marie, who was come in quest of her friend Cambray, rang the bell, the door was opened by the lad. "Is there a strange gentleman here?" she asked.

No sooner did Baroness Katharina learn that Count Vavel was again without a man-servant than she sent to the castle Satan Laczi's son, who was then twelve years old, and a useful lad. Two leading ideas now filled Count Vavel's entire soul. One was an enthusiastic admiration for a high ideal, whose embodiment he believed he had found in the lovely person of his young charge.

Marie entered it, wrapped the warm sheep-skin around her, and tied a cotton kerchief over her head in peasant fashion. Satan Laczi's wife took a seat by her side; the little Laczko climbed to the coachman's box, where he sat with his gun between his knees. Then the coachman cracked his whip, and the vehicle rattled down the road amid a cloud of dust.