Part 52 (1/2)

Murder, but not as the fabled queen murdered the fairy Hofeherke,[62]

because the gnomes whispered untiringly in her ear ”Thou art beautiful, fair queen: but Hofeherke is still more beautiful.” Czipra wished to murder her but not so that she might die and then live again.

[Footnote 62: Little Snow-white, the step-daughter of the queen, who commanded her huntsman to bring her the eyes and liver of Hofeherke, thinking she would thus become the most beautiful of all, but he brought her those of a wild beast. The queen thought her rival was dead, but her magic mirror told her she was living still beyond hill and sea.]

She was a gypsy girl, a heathen, and in love. Inherited tendencies, savage breeding, and pa.s.sion had brought her to a state where she could have such ideas.

It was a h.e.l.lish idea, the counsel of a restless devil who had stolen into a defenceless woman's heart.

Once it occurred to her to turn the rooms in the castle upside down; she found fault with the servants, drove them from their ordinary lodgings, dispersed them in other directions, chased the gentlemen from their rooms, under the pretext that the wall-papers were already very much torn: then had the papers torn off and the walls re-plastered. She turned everything so upside down that Topandy ran away to town, until the rooms should be again reduced to order.

The castle had four fronts, and therefore there were two corridors crossing through at right angles: the chief door of the one opened on the courtyard, that of the other led into the garden. The rooms opened right and left from the latter corridor.

During this great disorder Czipra moved Lorand into one of the vis-a-vis rooms. The opposite room she arranged as Melanie's temporary chamber. Of course it would not last long; the next day but one, order would be restored, and everyone could go back to his usual place.

And then it was that wicked thoughts arose in her heart: ”if he loves, then let him love!”

At supper only three were sitting at table. Lorand was more abstracted than usual, and scarcely spoke a word to them: if Czipra addressed him, there was such embarra.s.sment in his reply, that it was impossible not to remark it.

But Czipra was in a particularly jesting mood to-day.

”My friend Balint, you are sleepy. Yet you had better take care of us at night, lest someone steal us.”

”Lock your door well, my dear Czipra, if you are afraid.”

”How can I lock my door,” said Czipra smiling light-heartedly, ”when those cursed servants have so ruined the lock of every door at this side of the house that they would fly open at one push.”

”Very well, I shall take care of you.”

Therewith Lorand wished them good night, took his candle and went out.

Czipra hurried Melanie too to depart.

”Let us go to bed in good time, as we must be early afoot to-morrow.”

This evening the customary conversation at the window did not take place.

The two girls shook hands and wished each other good night. Melanie departed to her room. Czipra was sleeping in the room next to hers.

When Melanie had shut the door behind her, Czipra blew out the candle in her own room, and remained in darkness. With her clothes on she threw herself on her bed, and then, resting her head on her elbow, listened.

Suddenly she thought the opposite room door gently opened.

The beating of her heart almost pierced through her bosom.

”If he loves, then let him love.”

Then she rose from her bed, and, holding her breath, slipped to the door and looked through the keyhole into Melanie's room.[63]

[Footnote 63: This was of course through the door that communicated between the rooms of Melanie and Czipra.]

The candle was still burning there.