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Updated: June 19, 2025
And third, I beg you to ride as quickly as possible to Raab, and give General Guillaume this message: 'I, Count Vavel de Versay, have this day taken captive the wife and daughter of General Guillaume. The general holds as prisoners my betrothed wife, Countess Themire Dealba, and my adopted daughter, Sophie Botta, or, if he prefers, la Princess Marie.
Save her, and atone for your transgression against her. Ludwig Vavel gave you his love and, more than that, his respect. Would you retain both, or will you tear them to tatters, as you have the order for the five million francs? Will you let me advise you?" he asked, suddenly. "Advise me, and I will follow it to the letter!"
A trench ran from the highway toward Lake Neusiedl; it could be traced by the dense growth of broom along its edges. "You are my adjutant," jestingly remarked Vavel to Katharina. "I am going down now; for if I should be seen here it will be known what is behind me.
Let us, therefore, give him the opportunity to do so, while we make our plans for quite a different sort of war!" "What!" jestingly exclaimed Count Vavel, "my lovely betrothed speaks thus of her preparations for our wedding?" "The task is not so easy as you imagine," retorted Katharina. "There will be a great deal to do, and I mean to take Marie with me." "To-day?"
I should n't wonder if Vavel had concealed some men there after all! That small body coming this way is evidently bent on a skirmishing errand. Well, our tactics will be to lure him from his concealment." He held a consultation with his subordinates; after which he turned toward the waiting demons, and called: "Signor Trentatrante!"
This, then, was the strategem by which he proposed to learn the name which no one yet had been able to decipher on the count's letters? The count gazed fixedly for several seconds at his questioner, then replied quietly: "My name is Count Ludwig Vavel de Versay with a y after the a." "Thanks.
On the table was a lighted candle, and standing with his back toward the table was a strange man, clad in a costume unlike that worn by the dwellers in that neighborhood. For an instant Count Vavel surveyed the stranger, who was standing between him and his weapons; then he demanded imperiously: "Who are you? How came you here, and what do you want?" "I am Satan Laczi," coolly replied the man.
Then I draw the covers over my head to shut out all sound, and if I fall asleep thus I have such disagreeable dreams that I am glad when I waken again." Count Vavel gently took the young girl's hand in his. "Suppose I could restore to thee thy former sweet slumber, Marie? Suppose I take up my old quarters on the lounge by the door?"
I saw the invitation-card, and it was to 'Madame la Comtesse de Alba, avec la Princesse Marie." "Princess Marie?" echoed Vavel. "As I tell you; and that is how I come to know she is a princess." Vavel's brain seemed paralyzed. He could not even think.
And now, I will wager that our noble militia host will be ready for the field in less than thirty days, and that they will fight as well as the good Lord permitted them to learn how!" "Why in the world did you not tell me this at once?" demanded Count Vavel. "Because it is not customary to put the fire underneath the tobacco in the pipe! The king's example inspired our magnates.
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