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Updated: June 30, 2025
"And now, I must present myself: I am the vice-palatine of this county, and am called Bernat Görömbölyi von Dravakeresztur." "My dear sir!" ejaculated the baroness, laughing heartily, "I could n't commit all that to memory in three years!" "That is exactly the way your ladyship's name affects me!" "Then I will tell you what we will do.
He drew a cord, and the map rolled up, revealing a long hall-like chamber, which, large as it was, was filled to the ceiling with swords, firearms, saddles, and harness. "I will equip a company of cavalry, and command it myself. The entire equipment, to the last cartridge, is ready here." He conducted the vice-palatine into the arsenal, and exhibited his terrible treasures.
The clerk was assailed on all sides very much as would have been an aëronaut who had just alighted from a montgolfier to relate all that he had seen in those regions not yet penetrated by man. What sort of gown did the mysterious lady wear? Was he certain that she had no cap on? Was she really no older than fifteen years? The vice-palatine at last put an end to his clerk's triumph.
This remark was made by a third gentleman. He was sitting on the left of the vice-palatine, and was clad in snuff-colored clothes. His face was covered with small-pox marks; he had tangled yellow hair and inflamed eyelids. "Are you acquainted with the family, doctor?" asked the vice-palatine. "Of course I am," replied the doctor.
Marie sparkled with delight; the baroness was wit personified; and the vice-palatine bubbled over with anecdotes. When the roast appeared he raised his glass for a serious toast: "To our beloved fatherland. Vivat! To our revered king. Vivat! To our adored queen. Vivat!" Count Vavel promptly responded, as did also the ladies.
Here the baroness and the vice-palatine seated themselves where they could look directly at the Nameless Castle; and Herr Bernat Görömbölyi proceeded to explain how he intended to take the castle without force which was forbidden a Hungarian official.
Now, however, something curious happened. Before the groom opened the hall door, he produced three pairs of socks, woven of strands of cloth, mamuss they are called in this region, and respectfully requested the visitors to draw them over their boots. "And why, pray?" demanded the astonished vice-palatine.
And what will my wife say? I wish I had n't come into this crazy castle! I wish I had n't sealed a compact of fraternity with the baroness! Why did not I leave this whole installation business to the second vice-palatine? If only I could think of an excuse to turn my back on this lunatic asylum! But I am not going to run away from a pistol. The Hungarian noble is a born soldier.
"The vice-palatine," nonchalantly continued Matyas, "protested that a mistake had been made; but the French general replied that he knew very well who the ladies were, and that he had received instructions how to treat them. From that day, two French grenadiers began to guard the baroness's door, day and night, just exactly as if they were standing guard over a potentate."
"Impossible!" exclaimed the visitor, whose astonishment was reflected in his face. "Hungarian? Why, where can your worship have learned it?" "From the grammar." "From the grammar?" For the vice-palatine this was the most astounding of all the strange things about the mysterious castle.
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