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"It is too early yet," replied Szilard, and he spent a good half of the afternoon there doing nothing. Only then did he take horse again, complaining to everyone how much yesterday's ride had taken it out of him, and asking everybody he met on the road, coming or going, where the next village lay? how to get to it? and in what direction the highroad lay?
Occasionally they met at the countess's and then Szilard would hastily step aside, as vanquished rivals are wont to do when their conquerors appear. At last Leonard was a daily institution at the countess's, while Szilard only appeared there occasionally.
They are pursuing Fatia Negra! ... Szilard Vamhidy is pursuing Fatia Negra! He will come hither, he will enter this very castle. Leonard himself has invited him! He will certainly come to see his former love once more. The thought was terrible! But it must not, it should not happen. Leonard himself had invited Vamhidy to his castle.
When the guide had mounted, the pandur sergeant observed to Szilard: "I fancy, your honour, that that rascal does not mean to return to Skeritora, but as soon as he is out of sight will turn back and give the alarm beforehand in all the districts on our line of march." "I fancy so too." "But then every suspected person will get wind of the whole affair and have time to bolt."
"We have found him, do not abandon yourself to despair on his account. Be so good as to sit down beside him! here's a chair! I'll take care nobody disturbs you!" The countess pressed Szilard's hand and made a sign to him to remain. "I have just arrived from Pest," said Szilard. "Really! Well?" "I have found out everything, or rather, I should say, a good deal." "Do pray tell me at once.
She did not know, she gave the matter no thought, but one thing was certain: Szilard and she might meet together in the grave but they should never encounter each other beneath the shadow of the halls of Hidvár. There was nobody she could confide in. All the servants were her husband's paid spies and her own jailors. The priest had disappeared altogether from Hidvár.
"But surely, my poor fellow, you do not imagine that anybody will be mad enough to face so many armed men alone." "I don't know, sir, but I also do not know whether you yourself may not be alone among so many armed men, for I hear snoring among the very guard you told off to watch the cellar." Szilard was startled.
Here is your absurd scribble, its surrender was one of the conditions imposed. I am glad these mischievous exercises are safely in our hands again. Don't bother your head about them any more! The girl is going away, you will remain here, in a year's time you will have forgotten each other." Szilard smiled frostily. "And that word which binds us together or tears us asunder?" said he.
"My dear Szilard," said he, "don't you recollect that when you were a little child and did anything you should not have done, and your father questioned you about it, did he not always say to you: 'when you have done wrong and are ashamed to confess it, keep silence! press your teeth together! but don't lie, don't deny it, never think of taking refuge behind any false excuse, for your name is Szilard, and cowardice does not become the bearer of such a name! You understood him.
This is no lawyer's business, for a lawyer would set about it too gingerly. Here sympathy and chivalry are before all other things necessary, and if the husband declines this noble task, we have nobody to turn to except the man who has been sacrificed." Szilard bit his lips to prevent the tears from coming.
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