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Updated: June 19, 2025
"He may come for a brief visit; later we will let him come to stay always." Then she added in a more serious tone: "Count Vavel, you may rest perfectly content that your treasure will be safe with me. My house is prepared for assault. My people are brave and well armed. There is no possible chance of another attack from robbers like that from which you delivered me."
He left his card, which Henry at once delivered to his master, who was in his study. The card bore the name: "Vicomte Leon Barthelmy, K. K., Colonel of Cavalry." Count Vavel tried to remember where he had heard the name before, but without success.
Fetch the stick, and my driving-coat, into the pocket of which put my bloodletting instruments. Some one might faint over yonder, and I should need them." Henry brought the stick and coat. Only after he had gone some distance from the castle did Count Vavel notice that some heavy object kept thumping against his side.
He bent his head and pressed his lips to one of the lady's hands, which were clasped about Count Vavel's arm. Then, with his helmet still in his hand, he turned to Count Vavel, and added: "Are you satisfied?" "Yes," was the curt reply. "Then let us shake hands without malice. Accept my sincerest congratulations. To you, baroness, I give thanks for the lesson you have taught me this morning."
Count Vavel waited in his observatory until the moon emerged from shadow. Instead of the moon, something quite different came within the field of vision. From the shrubbery in the rear of the manor there emerged a man. He looked cautiously about him, then signaled backward with his hand, whereupon a second man, then a third and a fourth, appeared.
"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."
Now you will understand why I came here this morning." She drew her veil over her face, and asked: "Am I enough like her to take her place in the carriage?" Count Vavel was astounded. The likeness to Marie was perfect. The gown, the hat, and veil were exactly like those Marie was wont to wear when she drove out with him. The daring suggestion, however, amazed him more than anything else. "What!
The country about them, for a long distance, was occupied by French troops. The highway which led to Raab might be seen from the steeple of the church, and here Vavel took up his station with a field-glass. He had not been long in his tower of observation when he saw a heavy cloud of dust moving along the highway, and very soon was able to distinguish a body of horsemen.
"If we were down there together you and I we should not have to stop long there; some one with her prayers would very soon win our release." Count Vavel suddenly beat his palm against his forehead, and exclaimed: "I never once thought of her! Wait, my brave Henry. I will return immediately. I cannot allow you to have a priest, but I will bring an angel to your bedside."
When the troop was complete three hundred horsemen in handsome uniforms, on spirited horses their ensign was ready for them. Marie thought it would have been only proper for Katharina, the betrothed of the leader, to present the flag; but Count Vavel insisted that Marie must perform the duty. The flag was hers; it would wave over the men who were going to fight for her cause.
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