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It was while he was oppressed with these gloomy thoughts that his spy and scout suddenly appeared before him. Noah in his ark had not looked more longingly for the dove than had he for his brave Matyas. "Well, Master Matyas, what news?" "All sorts, Herr Count." "Good or bad?" "Well, mixed. Both good and bad. I will leave the good till the last.
Matyas found Count Vavel with his troop already at Eszterhaza, and apprized him at once of De Fervlans's arrival at the bridge-inn. The Volons had not yet rested, but they had traveled over passable roads, and were not so exhausted. Their leader at once gave orders to mount. When Ludwig saw that Katharina also prepared to accompany the troop, he hurried to her side.
"Ah, Master Matyas, if only you were clever enough to open for me the locks which now imprison my dear ones! That would be a masterpiece, indeed!" "I can do that easily enough," was the confident rejoinder. "You can? How?" "Did n't I say I would leave the good news until the last?" "Yes, yes. Tell me what you have in view."
No one would have doubted that they were French chasseurs even the trumpeter sounded the calls according to the regulations in the armies of France. Master Matyas hurried on in advance of the troop to learn if the way was clear. It would have been equally unpleasant to have met either Hungarian or French soldiery.
"I must whisper the secret in your ear; I have often overheard important secrets listening at the keyhole or while hiding under a bed, and what I have done another may be doing." Vavel bent his head so that Master Matyas might whisper the important information in his ear. The words were few, but they served to restore Vavel to a cheerful mood.
Vavel communicated the news of the armistice to his adjutant, and commanded him to return at once with the Volons to Fertöszeg, there to quarter themselves in the Nameless Castle, and await further orders. Then he mounted his horse, and, accompanied by Master Matyas, galloped out of the village. Twilight had deepened into night when the two men arrived at Raab.
And the count replied: "You are crazy already, my good Henry and so am I!" At last the task was completed. Count Vavel was satisfied with the work Master Matyas had performed, and it only remained for Marie to express herself satisfied with the arrangement which would barricade her every night as securely as were the treasures of the "green vault" in Dresden.
He held between the fingers of his right hand a bit of lead-pencil, with which he would illustrate what he described on the palm of his left hand. "You come in good time, Master Matyas," said the count. "Yes yes. If only I had been in good time at the battle of Marengo!" sighed the singular man. "Too late now for regrets of that sort, Master Matyas," smilingly responded Count Vavel.
"Certainly"; and taking a small sketch-book from his pocket, Master Matyas proceeded to do as he was requested first, however, explaining to the count a drawing of the cannon which would mow down at one shot fifteen hundred men. "You see," he explained, "here are two cannon welded together at the breech, with their muzzles ten degrees apart. But one touch-hole suffices for both.
Vavel paced the floor, mute with rage and fear. "Why did I desert them!" he exclaimed at last, in desperation. "Why did I not do as Marie wished flee with her and Katharina into the wide world we three alone!" "Well, you see you did n't, and this is the way matters stand now," responded Master Matyas.
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