Part 2 (2/2)

The Prince's face darkened. He squeezed Tokoly's hand convulsively, and murmured between his teeth:

”One way is as good as another. When shall we settle this little affair?”

Tokoly shrugged his shoulders. ”To-morrow morning, if you like.”

”Very well, we'll meet by the cross.”

The two men had spoken so low that n.o.body in the whole company had noticed them, except Feriz Beg, who, although standing at the extreme end of the room with folded arms, had followed with his eagle eyes every play of feature, every motion of the lips of the whole group, including Dame Beldi and the girl, and who now, on observing the two men grasp each other's hands, and part from each other with significant looks, suddenly planted himself before them, and said simply: ”Do you want to fight a duel because of Aranka?”

”What a question?” said the Prince evasively.

”It will not be a duel,” said Feriz, ”for there will be three of us there,” and, with that, he turned away and departed.

”How foolish these solemn men are,” said Tokoly to himself, ”they are always seeking sorrow for themselves. It would require only a single word to make them merry, and, in spite of all I do, they will go and spoil a joke. Why, such a duel as this--all three against each other, and each one against the other two--was unknown even to the famous Round Table and to the Courts of Love. It will be splendid.”

At that moment the courier, who had brought the letters, forced his way right up to Tokoly, and said that he had got two important despatches for him.

”All right, keep them for me, I'll read them to-morrow. I won't spoil the day with tiresome business.”

And so he kept it up till late at night with the merriest of the topers.

Only after midnight did he return to his room, and ordered the soldier who had brought the letters to wake him as soon as he saw the red dawn.

CHAPTER III.

THREE MEN.

Tokoly's servant durst not go to sleep on the off-chance of awaking at dawn in order to arouse his master, and so the sky had scarcely begun to grow grey when he routed him up. Emeric hastily dressed himself. A sort of ill-humour on his pale face was the sole reminder of the previous night's debauch.

”Here are the letters, sir,” said the soldier.

”Leave me in peace with your letters,” returned Emeric roughly, ”I have no time now to read your scribble. Go down and saddle my horse for me, and tell the coachman to make haste and get the carriage ready, and have it waiting for me near the cross at the slope of the hill, and find out on your way down whether the old master of the house is up yet.”

The soldier pocketed the letter once more, and went down grumbling greatly, while Emeric buckled on his sword and threw his pelisse over his shoulders. Soon after the soldier returned and announced that Master Michael had been up long ago, because many of his guests had to depart before dawn, amongst them the Prince, also the Turkish gentleman; the bride was to follow them in the afternoon.

”Good,” said Emeric; ”let the coachman wait for me in front of the Dragmuili _csarda_.[4] You had better bring with you some cold meat and wine, and we'll have breakfast on the way.” And with that he hastened to the father of the bride, who, after embracing him heartily and repeatedly, with a great flux of tears, and kissing him again and again, and sending innumerable greetings through him to every eminent Transylvanian gentleman, took an affectionate leave of him.

[Footnote 4: An inn.]

Tokoly hastened to bestride his horse on hearing that his adversaries had been a little beforehand with him, and, putting spurs to his horse, galloped rapidly away. Master Michael looked after him in amazement so long as he could see him racing along the steep, hilly way, till he disappeared among the woods. A soldier followed him at a considerable distance.

Emeric, on reaching the cross, found his adversaries there already.

Feriz Beg had brought with him Achmed Pasha's field-surgeon. Tokoly had only thought of breakfast, the Prince had thought of nothing.

”Good morning,” cried the Count, leaping from his horse. The Beg returned his salute with a solemn obeisance; the Prince turned his back upon him.

”Let us go into the forest to find a nice clear s.p.a.ce,” said Tokoly; and off he set in silence, leading the way, while the soldiers followed at some distance, leading the horses by the bridles.

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