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Updated: June 12, 2025
He felt sure of victory and of returning home, but the excitable woman burst into tears as she bade him farewell. The Eletto took the field with a large body of troops; the majority of the mutineers, with them. Captain and Quartermaster Zorrillo, remained behind to hold the citizens in check.
They had not yet said anything to each other, except how happy, how glad, how thankful they were to have each other again; then a sentinel passed, and she started up, exclaiming anxiously: "So late, so late; Zorrillo will be waiting!" "Zorrillo!" cried Ulrich scornfully, "you have been a long time with him. If they give me the power. . . ."
"They will choose you, child, they shall choose you," she hastily interrupted. "Oh, God! oh, God! perhaps this will bring you misfortune instead of blessing; but you desire it! Count Mannsfeld is coming tomorrow; Zorrillo knows it. He will bring a pardon for all; promotions too, but no money yet." "Oh, ho!" cried Ulrich, "that may decide the matter." "Perhaps so, you deserve to command them.
"He came and took her and the child, directly after you had left the camp." "And she has not returned?" "She has just sent a roast chicken, which I was to keep for you when you came home. There it is." Zorrillo laughed. Then he turned to his companions, saying: "I thank you. You have now. . . . Is she still with the Eletto?" "Why, of course."
There was sound, statesmanlike logic in his words, yet his language did not lack warmth and charm. The men perceived that he was in earnest, and while he spoke the sibyl went behind him, laid her hand on his shoulder, and wiped the perspiration from his brow with her handkerchief. Zorrillo permitted it, and without interrupting himself, gave her a grateful, affectionate glance.
This was Sergeant-Major and Quartermaster Zorrillo, an excellent and popular soldier, who had been chosen Eletto after the battle of Mook-Heath, but voluntarily resigned his office at the first serious opposition he encountered. It was said that he had done this by his wife's counsel, and this woman was Ulrich's most dangerous foe.
Zorrillo perceiving that a new and violent argument was about to break forth among the men closed the meeting. Before adjourning, however, it was unanimously decided that the election should be held on the morrow.
His orders were obeyed, and when he next appeared at Zorrillo's quarters, the soldiers, who had assembled there in throngs, parted to make way for him. He beckoned to them, and while he went from one to another, saying: "The sibyl was my mother Zorrillo has murdered my mother," the coffin was borne into the house.
Then she silently laid down the last cards, and asked: "Do you want to hear anything about a sweetheart?" "I have none. But how you look at me! Have you grown tired of Zorrillo? I am ill-suited for a gallant." She shuddered slightly. Her bright face had again grown old, so old and weary that he pitied her. But she soon regained her composure, and continued: "What are you saying?
They were the losing party in the grim game of war, enemies rebels. Among his own men he saw nothing but joyous faces; he exercised the power they obeyed. Zorrillo bore him ill-will, Ulrich read it in his eyes; but he made him a captain, and the man performed his duty as quartermaster in the most exemplary manner.
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