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All night long he had been unable to get any rest, any pastime in his distant castle, so at last he had hit upon the idea of knocking up the landlord of the "Break-'em-tear-'em" csárda, and picking a quarrel with him at any price. The insult would be all the more venomous if he woke him in the middle of the night, and demanded something to eat and drink immediately.
These were the companions of the carriage that had come to grief by sticking fast in the mud of the cross-roads, for, after the men and beasts belonging to it had striven uselessly for three long hours to move it from the reef on which it had foundered, the gentleman sitting alone inside it had hit upon the peculiar idea of being carried to the csárda on man-back instead of on horseback.
"Yes, young sir; one can recognize them from a distance, for they are still green when the others have shed their leaves." They were the only trees of the sort in the whole region. They had all been planted in Squire John's time. "Here we will stop, old comrade. You return to the wayside csárda; I will take a turn about here alone. I shall not be longer than an hour away."
Peter Bús, whom a cruel fate had called to be a perpetual wrangler with guests on the cross-roads of the famous county of Szabolcs, for he was the innkeeper of the "Break-'em-tear-'em" csárda there.
"All the hay has gone to the devil already," he muttered, "and he'll have the wheat too! The whole shoot has gone to the deuce!" For the innkeeper of the csárda does not live by only doling out wine, but is a bit of a farmer besides, and his business is no sinecure.
Princes listen not to such a concert as now resounded through that wretched, desolate csárdá. Even Henrietta arose from her couch the better to enjoy these melancholy airs. If ever in her life, it was at this moment that she beheld her husband in an aureole of dazzling light which irresistibly attracted, overpowered, subdued.
At last, after a weary journey, when evening was already closing upon them, Henrietta perceived the csárdá gleaming white behind the acacia trees. When they stumbled into the courtyard they found nobody, and nobody came out of the door to meet them. "All the better, nobody will see these game-legged nags," growled Squire Gerzson as he helped Henrietta out of the carriage.
"Have you anyone here now?" enquired the baron of the csárdá woman. "Yes, three or four lads and Ripa. The old fellow has just been released from the prison at Arad. I don't know whether he served his full time. Pray walk in!" "They are not robbers, are they?" asked Clementina hesitating. "No, dear heart alive, there are no robbers in these parts, but only poor vagabonds.
The fast of this house is eternal; The Turk will not visit this shanty." "What's the man talking about! What has the Turk to do with this csárda?" "He has a great deal to do with it," responded Gyárfás, placidly, "inasmuch as the Turk needs to eat, though he does not always get the chance, and therefore would not be likely to come here where he would find nothing, so the verse is perfect."
Meanwhile my husband will guide you so securely to the csarda that not a hair of your head shall be rumpled." Michal thought the advice good. It was the best way of escaping two great dangers. Suddenly they remarked that they were four. Simplex, the trumpeter, was trotting on behind them.
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